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Watching the world go by... well, the birds go by, at least!
Desaturated the colour slightly to make the greyness of the cat be the most defined shade. I felt the curtain, and wooden bird were distracting.
... coffee every morning with Max Lucado is my current therapy du jour. That's Lucado with a long "A" and I found that out listening to some of Max's Upwords on his website:
I've resisted the impulse to go to Max's website, highlight and copy some of his best stories and paste them here for you to read. If you want to read Max Lucado, do it the right way. Go buy one of his books or go check one out at your library. You owe it to yourself to take him seriously.
Day before yesterday I had a big grin at one of Max's stories. He tells of going to the church gym to play basketball. The players are made up of a diverse age and size variety, Max calls the "flat bellies" and the "fat bellies."
The flat bellies are agile and admired for their precision moves. They score a high percentage of baskets as the morning workout progresses. They are however, very tolerant and respectful of the fat bellies.
the fat bellies are very respectful of the flat bellies and admire their precision moves, their high basket scores and their youth and vitality.
The flat bellies respect the fat bellies because the fat bellies have the keys to the gymnasium in their pockets.
We all need to go through life remembering who has the keys to the gymnasium in their pocket.
I'd heard this story before, probably in one of Sherry's sermons (she's been reading Max Lucado for years).
Two battleships have been in stormy seas for days on manuevers off the Pacific Coast. In the early morning hours, still stormy with visibility at near zero, the intercom crackles "forward lookout to bridge, there's a light dead ahead." Because of the weather, the Captain has remained on the bridge and responds, "Forward lookout, this is the Captain, keep observing the light and tell me if it moves starboard or port or remains steady. If it remains steady it means we are on collision course."
A little while later the forward lookout reports the light is remaining steady. The captain sends a signalman out who flashes the message. "Light off point bow, change your course twenty degrees." From the light there comes the signal, "You change your course twenty degrees." The captain has the signalman send, "I am the Captain of this vessel and I command you to change your course by twenty degrees." The response comes, "I am a Yeoman 2nd Class and I instruct you to change your course twenty degrees."
Enraged, the Captain has this message sent, "This is a United States Battleship, change your course twenty degrees." From the light comes the response, "This is a lighthouse, change your course twenty degrees."
I don't need to finish this story. But the question that begs being answered is, "How much of our time do we spend demanding that lighthouses change their courses?"
I got Karen's beautiful red sunset shortly after I'd finished my "Coffee with Max" session and this thought came to mind.
An unusually percentage of males have a visual abnormality known in laymen's terms as "red-green color blindness."
During World War II, one of the sad things was the number of qualified young men who wanted to be aircraft pilots, but were color-blind. As I recall, they became bombardiers or navigators or maybe gunners. They can't be policemen. They will live and die and never know what the color "red" looks like.
I've tried to image how you could describe with words the color "red" to someone, to lessen their loss. I haven't even come up with a vague outline.
The question we all need to ask is, "What are our color-blind spots, our blind spots? What are the things we will never be able to fathom because of a flaw in one of the five senses?" If we know ourselves, our strengths (like the keys to the gym in our pocket) and our weaknesses (like color-blindness) and accept them, we'll be better able to deal with life.
Max Nagl Trio - Jazzit Musik Club Salzburg - 07.02.2020
www.jazzfoto.at/konzertfotos20/max_nagl_trio/Index.htm
Besetzung:
Max Nagl: Sax;
Clemens Wenger: keys, synth;
Herbert Pirker: drums, percussion;
Not long after setting off for their trek to Max, ND; Dakota & Missouri Valley & Western’s Max Turn cruises north on the railroad’s Missouri Valley Subdivision as it passes a pair of the railroads plows waiting for the impending winter. At one point this track was part of the Soo Line’s Western Davison as their Missouri River Sub that ran from Drake to Bismarck.
Max came over for photography lessons the other day. While he was there, I turned the camera on him. One of the best things about being an SL photographer is showing someone how you see them.
Martin is very polite and a lovely southerner who has, in his own way, named his Norton Commando "George" !
Trev hired a Triumph Bonneville for the charity event, of which Martin lay his hands on and closed his eyes, and told Trev that the Bonneville was called Alan!
The cat is distasteful to ordinary people.
Magnetic and mysterious, it wearies their
frivolous minds; nor do they place any
value on its charming manners.
But the soul of a cat is its lordly pride.
Liberty, its blood and its nerves.
Its gaze is never cast down.
In the constant concealment of its passions,
in the clarity, the serenity
and beauty of its stances, the discipline
of its movements, how delicate a purity of feeling
may be found. When cats day dream or slumber
a spectral chill surrounds them.
Then, perhaps, the ghost of olden times
roam around them. Perhaps this vision
leads them to Bubastis; where their holy places
flourished once, and Ramesside ritual crowned them,
and their every movement was an augury for the priests.
C.P. CAVAFY (translated by D. Mendelsohn)
The westbound platform at Old Town/Chinatown was extended over the westbound trackway so doors on both sides of the train could be used. (The eastbound track is the only one that can be used when trains end here)
It reminded me of what I've read about the 42nd Street shuttle in New York City
Max Nagl Trio - Jazzit Musik Club Salzburg - 07.02.2020
www.jazzfoto.at/konzertfotos20/max_nagl_trio/Index.htm
Besetzung:
Max Nagl: Sax;
Clemens Wenger: keys, synth;
Herbert Pirker: drums, percussion;
in need of distraction, I took my cup of tea and camera down the garden . . . and Max and George are just perfect . . .
Day 18 with the newest addition to our family.
Today was Anthony's birthday. He got some new lego's and was in the process of putting them together when Max decided that he wanted to observe the process for quality control. After all, someone needs to ensure that Anthony follow the instructions properly, otherwise he might end up with a dump truck instead of whatever it is he is supposed to be building!
Visit Max's blog at yorkie.wordpress.com/
Last time I worked with Max, he was reluctant to try out this look during the shoot, so I prodded him into putting on chainmail afterwards and took a quick phone snap to show him the concept. To my horror his first post from our shoot was an edited crop of this phone snapshot which I'd sent him, but for some reason it garnered hundreds of likes.
I've been itching to get him back to redo this properly, but he's been busy with a move to NYC, so here's a little sketch in the meantime.
#portrait #nyc #czechboy
Die Liebermann-Villa ist die ehemalige Sommervilla des Malers Max Liebermann. Sie liegt direkt am Wannsee in Berlin und ist seit 2006 ständig als Museum zugänglich.
The Liebermann-Villa shows work and life of the impressionist painter Max Liebermann.
A Dakota, Missouri Valley & Western train bound for Bismarck has just departed from Max, North Dakota on August 14, 2020.
This is Max's face when he finds something unusual, this time a Babk Vole. On a walk through Plumford.....
This is the sweetest big dog - all the kids love him and he is so gentle with them. He came to the birthday party - you can see in the comment area. Hope all of you will have a wonderful Wednesday - hugs, Nana :) !~ ♥