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It is 8am and this is Felix, aka Bottomless Pit, giving me THE EYE. That is my signal that it is high time for breakfast. Not a sound from him is heard but, ohhh, the eye!
A just for fun upload
Phonography
I saw Pete and was compelled to ask him if I could take his picture ..He was well up for it ..and despite the look he was a softly spoken ,polite young man. While we were chatting he told me his whole body is tattooed, it has taken 20 years and more than £20,000
Frogs & caterpillars seen last month at Ridgefield Wildlife Refuge.
Closer look below.
Condo cat update:
Both traps in garage were empty this morning. Trap door still in upright position. Food untouched.
I will have to take a break trying to trap him after tonight, as it will be a busy week with relatives coming to town--so won't be able to do much else.
Have a lovely Sunday.
Himal Viraj leads a team of boiler makers in the Sri Lanka Railways vast workshops at Rathmalana, in the southern suburbs of Colombo. He was hoping to retire this year.
Sri Lanka, February 2020. © David Hill
A little mean voice in me said, name him Pekabo...but I resisted. He has a little white spot of fur under his eye. Thus he is Spot.
We make it to the park as fast as we can. Once we get there, Jay and I split up in order to search for him. It's really hard to see a guy in a black and orange jumpsuit when everything around you is made up of nothing but bright colors. After circling around the Ferris wheel and downing a plate of funnel cakes (I, of course, paid for them), I finally run over to a two-story, dirty building: the old funhouse. I reach up and hit my communicator.
“Jay?” I call out, waiting for an answer.
“Yeah?”
“Come to the funhouse. It's the only place I haven't checked yet.”
“On my way.”
My ears hear a quiet rush of wind, and I look over to see Jay slowing down a few feet away from me. We nod to each other and head in. I see old paintings on the wall, like elephants and ghosts. Something that made me jump was an image of a clown with shocking green hair and a big, red smile. Made me think of a villain from my world I’d never hope to see in person. After walking through a bit, we come across a large maze that's entirely constructed of reflective glass. Jay chuckles.
"This is where he'd be."
Our search continues into the maze when we hear a soft giggle behind us. It's Mirror Master. I slam my fist into the mirror he's residing in, but he simply glides into the next one. His gun points up and shoots shards of glass at me. Luckily, this time they only bounce off my armor. He groans.
“Come on, Alice. I've got a very important date and I simply cannot be late,” I joke, but he grins under his helmet.
“But if I did that, I'd be ruining the surprise.”
Jay grabs my shoulder and begins to pull me away.
"It's a trap!"
Suddenly, a ball of blue and black lightning smacks me away from Jay. I groan as I lift myself up. Standing in front of me is a tall man dressed in black armor, blue highlights glowing like actual electricity. He looks at me through pale eyes that peek through his visor.
"I'll take it you're this world’s Flash?” he growls, and I nod with a smirk.
"Indeed I am, and judging by the outfit, you must be...the guy that endorses emo Transformers, right?"
A deep laugh resonates from him and he picks me up by the throat. I start to choke, but I can't break free.
“I'm the Rival, brat. And now, I'm gonna kill the two of you. Less problems for me to worry about, you s-GARHH!”
He groans as Jay tackles him to the ground, freeing me from his grip. They get into a fist fight, but Rival quickly gets the upper hand and begins to circle Jay, slamming his fists into every part of his body. This feels so similar to me, but I-wait. I know this kind of scene. Lighting, red instead of blue, circling around my house, circling...him...dad...he killed...no.
“NO!” I scream, and I rip Rival off of him, beating my hands into his ribcage until I feel the metal armor break away from my gloves. I grab him and start running quickly, faster and faster until the electricity that surrounds me when I run turns a bright blue. What am I doing?! Something catches my eye and I see it. A portal, cobalt on the edge and coal black on the inside. Whatever this is, I need it. I spin around a few times, and I throw him into it. Once Rival flies in, the portal collapses. I gasp for air and make my way back to the funhouse. My eyes start to hurt as I look at Jay’s broken form. I take a glove off and feel his neck: still has a pulse. Quickly, I wrap my arms around him, pick him up, and begin heading back to STAR. Only one thought was passing through my head as I did this: the Rival is going to pay.
*must see large*
Note: I make no judgments and judge no one. I am simply showing the true diversity of what makes L.A. the most beautiful city in the world in my opinion. Not to show it all would be doing street photography an in-justice. I mention this, because the last time I posted a similar image some fellow wrote me a long piece of hate mail and told me to stop offending my flickr friends and those who would stumble on to my offensive stream...
Thanks for looking and sharing your thoughts folks :)
Somthing Questioned By Many
Note from Mike Patnode Oct 2020-2021
Why I believe God permits suffering: John 15:13, John 3:16
Jesus sufferd and died for us to receive eternal life with him. Revelation 21:4
Is My Suffering Meaningless? No! God does not cause us to suffer. James 1:13
I don’t know any one that enjoys suffering. But it truly has eternal value. If and only if we give it to Jesus. The Passion of Jesus on the cross. Made suffering redemptive salvific love. He conquers sin by His obedience unto death. Jesus invites us to share in His Passion. This gives meaning to our suffering. It is no longer useless and meaningless. We now can have hope in our suffering as we can offer up our sufferings in union with Him. Our suffering can become part of Christ’s work. Through my own cross. Jesus invites us to join Him in His sacrifice of love. Powerful if we can understand we are united to Christ in His suffering for the redemption of people all over the world. We are living the Eucharist. Divine suffering is the currency of Jesus Christ our Lord. Suffering can help perches souls or help souls get to heaven. We can take part in that if we offer up our sufferings to Jesus’s cross.
1 Peter 4:13. Romans 8:17. 1 Peter 2:21. Luke 6:22,23. Romans 8:17. 2 Corinthians 1:7.
Let us not waste our suffering when it can help in saving souls with Jesus. All our suffering in sickness, disease and sacrifice’s should be offerd to the Lord’s cross. The elderly can offer up so much to the cross. We can help with conversion, Faith and Salvation from our sufferings. Just imagen even helping save one soul. Colossians 1:24, Luke 15:7 and Luke 15:10.
God allows sin, suffering and death in this world. That we may know that God, Jesus and Holy Spirit is greater then every sin, suffering and death. Look to the Cross of Christ to see this. In Jesus I trust.
Please look up Bible verses to help understand how this works. Pray often for others to come to salvation. Knowing we can only fully change our self for the better. Matthew 7:3, John 7:24, Matthew 7:12
Why dose God let suffering happen? To help us to convert to following him. So we will see a need for Him. That we may rely on Him. It’s much like a spaking from a parent. To teach us something we need to know. It is out of love for us. In the hope we repent of our sin’s. That we might choose to follow Jesus.
The writings of St. Faustina Kowalska.
“If the angels were capable of envy, they would envy us for two things: one is the receiving of the Holy communion, and the other is suffering”. Her diary, entry 1804.
I hope this will help some people think differently about our suffering in this life.
Thought I'd surprise you with a colour photograph today, as we haven't had one for ages. So here's one very contented looking man and his dog, working alongside the Gallarus Oratory on the beautiful Dingle Peninsula in Kerry. Any and all information on the Oratory would be gratefully received...
It took a long time to put a name to the laughing face in another of our Tilbrook photos. I thought anyone who knew this man would be able to identify him, and hoped that our roving Kerry reporter Mossy Carey might get on the case, and he did:
"This is Seamus Johnson, uncle of Seamus Kelliher, who has confirmed the identity. He maintained the oratory during his lifetime."
Mossy Carey was almost beaten to the draw by Maire Oakes over on our Facebook page, who was the very first to identify Seamus. But then along came our very favourite identifier - a family member. Patrick Johnson aka Paddyj1325 says:
Hi.
Just heard from my brother and 2 of my sisters. They confirmed that it is indeed my Uncle Jim. I never met him but they each did when they went back over for visits.
My brother Sean, who got to spend a summer with him one year at the farm, says this:
"Yup, that is him. Cool picture. He always had a dog with him.
He was a very kind and gentle man. Much quieter than Da. He was paid by the government to be the caretaker of that ancient church.
He used to stand up at the oratory and tell people the history of the place. People used to think he worked there and they would tip him.
One last unknown fact. The history books say the church is the same as it was 1,000 years ago, untouched by man. WRONG!
The stones across the top were put there by Dad’s Father to keep the rain out because he kept sheep in there. Originally the top was open to let light in.
Uncle Jim used to have a very old picture of the place and you could see someone added a top row.
Facts you can’t find in a book."
Photographer: Richard Tilbrook
Collection: Tilbrook Photographic Collection
Date: Around 1960
NLI Ref.: TIL617
You can also view this image, and many thousands of others, on the NLI’s catalogue at catalogue.nli.ie
Ella me ama...
Ella no lo ama a él...
Ella me ama...
Ella no lo ama a él...
Un juego para no perder
She loves me...
She doesn´t loves him...
She loves me...
She doesn´t loves him...
A game to not lose
She’s worried by him. He's not looking happy. He seems lost in thought, his mind in a far off place. Yes, she's been watching him, Mrs Claus has. And he's taken to drinking on these long dark nights.
For him, Christmas is complicated this year. The job has always been pretty easy for as long as he can remember. Which is several hundred years. Ever since he took over the job from St Nicholas. But now, and very suddenly.....he's getting cold feet! Of course he tends to the reindeer through the year, and relaxes through the summer with lazy days sitting in the sunshine on the mountainside, cuddled up to Mrs Claus. She's his soul-mate and kindred spirit and they are very much in love. The elfs work away happily in the workshops nearby. There's a great spirit between them and they have a boisterous party in the end hut every Saturday in the summer months, with singing and dancing, and perhaps too much beer.
But all is not well. And it’s not just Christmas 2018 on his mind. Already he’s worried about Christmas 2019 too. Word has it that the major toy suppliers are stockpiling already, causing a shortage of product that’s affecting him now. And what's he going to do if there is a hard Brexit? All the children's gifts are going to be stopped in the French ports it appears . And even if they get through they are warning of long delays and higher prices. Christmas might have to be postponed, or even cancelled. It’s not just about the toys. There’s the staff issue too. He would like to employ more elves to make more toys but his cheap labour of Polish and Romanian elves (There’s also a Syrian elf pretending to be Croatian) will have been forced to go back to their own countries. For God's sake he might even have to employ British elves but they will want higher wages, and manufacturing quality will fall (But at least he can put labels stating "Made in Great Britain" on them to cover up the faults and cracks in them). So many problems. Lord knows, he's even heard that he won't even be able to fly his sleigh across the sky on Christmas Eve because Britain has left the EU. And he will have to pay money for a visa. And the reindeer will need to be quarantined each time they cross a border. And Customs will want to inspect his sack. It all seems so nightmarish.
Yes, Brexit is one headache for Santa, but there's a greater problem on his mind. He's dedicated his life to giving presents to boys and girls all over the world. But this gender equality thing is really vexing him. He is Father Christmas. Yes, a slightly rounded, pale skinned mature gent who loves nothing more than to go He-He-He and make people smile. But he doesn’t adjust to change easily. He’s heard some folk are questioning him. Why does Santa have to be a man, they say? OK, he’s tried to get with this new way of thinking, even suggesting that Mrs Claus comes along on Christmas Eve and helps him get the presents out. A bit of sex equality. He would love her to be there but SHE insists it is a man’s job and she wants to stay in and get the ironing done before they go on holiday on Christmas Day. He’s further stressed that they are asking on social media why he only employs elves and not elfettes? And if he did would they get the same pay? Some are branding him sexist and a misogynist. For generations he has given dolls and more feminine toys to little girls, and cars and construction toys to boys. But now he's not even allowed to think of the children in terms of girls and boys. Who is he to assume they identify with being one or other and give them toys historically associated with their gender? But bad as that is, now there are the ‘others’: neither male or female, despite outward appearances, some who were boys last Christmas, and are now girls....and some who haven't decided yet. How can he possibly plan ahead? Another problem is that there is falling demand for the traditional toys he normally delivers. Kids are so demanding and the number of texts and emails he gets from children demanding…yes DEMANDING the latest smart phone or Playstation console depresses him. Where do they think he will get the money from? And so many have the gall to complain when they don’t get what they want! They even ask to know his Formal Complaint Procedures !!! Who do they think Father Christmas is? The way things are now is just insane for a middle aged gent who has always generously thought on the romantic side of tradition and tried year after year just to make people happy.
Christ! The maniacs in charge of the asylum have already driven him to drink and now they might make him swear in front of Mrs Claus. WTF is going on? How can he single handed keep children's dreams alive when these do-gooders and very unseasonal snowflakes stupidly destroy everything that creates happy, well-rounded children? They will eventually kill Christmas if they get their way. As far as he is concerned if things don’t improve pretty darned quick, he’s had enough and he’s buggering off and he will just find a part-time log cutter’s job somewhere out of the way in Finland. Somewhere he can have a nice quiet, happy life with Mrs Claus and no more late night’s out on Christmas Eve.
Here's wishing all my flickr friends a very Merry Christmas and a happy and healthy New Year. I hope 2019 smiles better.
(PS I had to put a couple of extra stone on just to look more like the real Santa, and just let my body go. I think it is quite a good likeness now)
There was an inicident awhile back. Nothing is firm but here are the rumors.
Baligirl knew that she was divine and got any man she went for. She fell for the Bengal lad and for a time they were a twosome. However Maine came back into town. She used to be the girl next door but now all grown up. He fell for her. The way her eyes fair blushed with love for him, curled his toes. That nght he was going to ask her to marry him, and hid a diamond collar in a picnic basket. He went ahead to set up the picnic under the midnight sky. He was going back to fetch Maine when Baligirl confronted him with a gun. If she couldn't have him, no one could. He tried to talk her down.
No one saw him after that. Maine went to the picnic spot and waited even when it started raining. She knew he would not stand her up. After a couple hours though, soaked and bedraggled, she gave up. She took the picnic home and discovered the diamond collar when she packed everything in the refrigerator. She stared at the diamonds, wondering what where he was. Worried, she stared out the window.
But where is Bengal lad? Did he get shot? Was he killed, wounded? did he run away? Is he hiding? Did he leave with Baligirl? To be continued >>>
Stalking him through the corn stuble was what I spent most of my time doing. These birds are strange....they dont really give much mind to people and big movements, but they also have a distance that they deam comfortable. Luckily, the comfort distance is close enough that a slight crop yields a decent enough photo.
I’m not gonna call anyone!! Slimer is more than welcome at our house. Just gotta break out some hotdogs for him and we’re good!!
Have a happy Halloween everyone :)
We watched the Otter come ashore and could see he was struggling with it. It turned out to be a Dogfish that was clearly longer than him. He manfully ate as much as he could and then left the rest to the Gulls. Luck Gulls....
A Pinkalicious Experiment.. Day 4
Ok Steve-h this ones for you so no more whining and I really want that invite to the green group!! So I've gone green just for you so get to inviting me damn it!! Bahahaha...
When I arrived at work today to see Mr. Rights progress I was shock to see his head wasn't fully submerged any longer cos he had gotton so BIG so I added water cos I don't think this guys done growing at all and just so you know he was twice the size of yesterday...kinda hard to tell from this shot!! Mr. Right is getting so huge I think Misty might even share him with me!! teehee.....
"Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear, “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I
My ’65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
They don’t want to see us make it, they just want to divide
2017 Bonnie & Clyde
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
Got that kind of style everybody try to rip off
YSL dress under when she takes the mink off
Silk on her body, pull it down and watch it slip off
Ever catch me cheating, she would try to cut my (ha-ha-ha)
Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her
Hit it, no rubber, never would let no one touch her
Swear we drive each other, mad, she be so stubborn
But, what the f*ck is love with no pain, no suffer
Intense, this sh*t, it gets dense
She knows when I’m out of it like she could just sense
If I had a million dollars, or was down to ten cents
She’d be down for whatever, never gotta convince, no
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie (I love you baby)
He said “be true,” I swear, “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
We turn up, mobbin’ 'til the end of time
Only one who gets me, I’m a crazy f*ckin’ Gemini
Remember this for when I die
Everybody dressed in all black, suits and a tie
My funeral will be lit if I-
Ever go down or get caught, if they identify
My bitch was the most solid, nothing to solidify
She would never cheat, you’d never see her with a different guy
Ever tell you different, then it’s a lie
See, that’s my down bitch, see that’s my soldier
She keeps that thang-thang, if anyone goes there
Calm and collected, she keeps her composure
And she gon’ ride for me until this thing over
We do drugs together (together)
Fuck up clubs together (together)
And we’d both go crazy (crazy)
If we was to sever
You know?
We keep mobbin’, it’s just me and my bitch
Fuck the world, we just gon’ keep getting rich
You know?
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear, “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Cross my heart, hope to die
To you, I've never lied
For you, I'd take a life
It's him and I, and I swear (ayy)
'Til the end I'm-ma ride wit' you
Mob and get money, get high wit' you, yeah (ayy)
Cross my heart, hope to die
This is our ride or die
You can confide in me
There is no hiding, I swear
Stay solid, never lie to you
Swear, most likely I’m-ma die wit' you, yeah
by Halsey
Another from yesterday. I tried to get him to sit on the Panton chair but he slid off and headed to the kitchen for food (cheerios).
It's Friday tomorrow isn't it? thank goodness for that, oh, and it's Mother's day.... best buy myself a gift. I'm thinking leather, I'm thinking shoes and I'm thinking a bag to match and when I say match I don't mean 'match' just that they're leather so they 'match'.
I'm possibly a little biased with this shout out ; ) however, junghwan1991 has been a good customer of mine for a while now, but he only just recently showed me what he has been creating with my custom sets all this time, as he was a little reluctant to post to Flickr.
Man! he should have started to post pics sooner as he clearly has an eye for creating awesome looking customs.
I always loved the way that someone like Chris (McLovin) made something new out of a set that was designed to be a specific charcter and it seems that Junghwan uses the parts he buy's in a similar way (also see his "Future Operator" made using a Brick Affliction set, paired with some of Leo's Dead Space parts: www.flickr.com/photos/132395904@N05/34256117366/in/datepo...
Great to see another awsome customer in the community, give him a follow!