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“Art does not come easy”: this sacred, God-given impulse, poieo/poiema/poietes, both “doing” and “becoming a poem.”16 It is hard work to live into this generative love, and it is what we are made for: to paint light into darkness, to sing in co-creation, to take flight in abundance. A beautiful native brown trout, or the eternal presence of the Maker in the rushing waters brimming with life, comes by grace, and such is the artistry of the Artist who creates for, in, and through us.
-Art and Faith A THEOLOGY OF MAKING Makoto Fujimura Foreword by
N. T. WRIGHT
L'ADN des gorilles est de 98 % à 99 % identique à celui de l'homme. Ils sont les êtres vivants les plus proches de l'homme après le Bonobo et le Chimpanzé.
The DNA of gorillas is highly similar to that of a human, from 95–99% depending on what is counted, and they are the next closest living relatives to humans after the bonobo and common chimpanzee.
The wind told the grasses
And the grasses told the trees.
The trees told the bushes
And the bushes told the bees.
The bees told the robin
And the robin sang out clear:
Wake up Wake up
Spring is here! Spring is here!
Australian Reed Warbler (Acrocephalus australis)
I took a walk to the Heathdale - Glen Orden Wetlands today. Good exercise but there were very few birds around.
This Reed Warbler popped up just as I was heading back towards the D 1 Drain.
♡ oh the wind in my hair..
...it sings my song
to be a wanderer and to go home ♡
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The common tailorbird (orthotomus sutorius) is frequently hidden in dense foliage, so that its loud song, rather than a sighting, is often the first indication of its presence. Luckily, this one chose to sing out from a bare branch. Photographed in Kampot, Cambodia. More at "Colin Pacitti Wildlife Photography" - www.colin-pacitti.com.
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I will sing aloud of thy mercy in the morning: for thou hast been my defence and refuge in the day of my trouble.
(Psalm 59:16)
Glimpses of the endless valley through the rugged sandstone giants of Phu Sing, Bueng Kan, Thailand.
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Not the Carpenters or Earth, Wind & Fire but Great Britain's National Bird, the Robin. This gorgeous Robin wasn't half belting out a tune to rival, or even better, any chart topper at RSPB Old Moor the other day.
The Robin is one of the few birds in the UK that sing all year round. This is due to the importance of holding winter territories. Only for a short period in late summer while they are moulting and inconspicuous do they stop singing. Both sexes sing.
Autumn and spring songs are distinctly different. The autumn song starts after the moult, from late summer onwards. It is more subdued and melancholy in its tone, while the spring song is powerful, confident and upbeat.
The spring song can start as early as mid-December, reaching full force in spring. Its purpose is two-fold: to defend a territory and to attract a mate. Therefore, the spring song is far more powerful in males.
Source: RSPB.
Robin (Erithacus Rubecula)
Rodley Nature Reserve - Leeds
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"Party crasher
Panty snatcher
Call me up if you a gangsta
Don't be fancy, just get dancy
Why so serious?
So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways
All my underdogs
We will never be never be, anything but loud
And nitty gritty dirty little freaks
Won't you come on and come on and raise your glass
Just come on and come on and raise your glass"
P!nk - Raise Your Glass
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An Oriental magpie-robin (copsychus saularis) singing out in the early morning. These birds are known for their melodic song and, sadly, were sometimes kept as caged birds for that reason. Photographed in Khuk Khak, Phang Nga, Thailand.
Lee had set the agenda for the Wirral very clearly. We were doing both lighthouses, we were heading across the river to do the statues on Crosby Beach, and we were doing the marine lake. That was it. No more, and certainly no less. He was content to leave the fine details to me, i.e. book the accommodation, do the driving, explore additional options, work out where we were parking, write the theme tune, sing the theme etc., but he was insistent on one thing. Well four things. Luckily, Dave and I were in agreement. The second part of our adventures in these northern reaches would be a very different beast from the first in the Peak District, with a far more metropolitan feel to them, but I reflected that after five days inland, I’d need to be by the sea again, and all four of our subjects offered that.
One thing that seemed very clear to me, especially here at the Marine Lake, was that quite often we’d be pulling out the big stoppers to flatten everything out entirely. On Wednesday we arrived at the same time as a mini maelstrom that settled over Liverpool, sending temperatures and spirits plummeting as we struggled on Crosby Beach against the elements. By the time I returned to the car my waterproof trousers had been breached by the storm and were no longer of any use. As an unrelenting band of rain filled the sky and lashed against the windows of our rented house, we abandoned our sunset hour plans for New Brighton and the lighthouse at Perch Rock. On Thursday we experienced the coldest late May day I can ever remember on the beach at Talacre, before heading back to the Wirral, where Lee very generously rewarded us with a gargantuan lunch and a pint of Timmy Taylor’s, before we headed down to West Kirby. Hopefully we could nail all three locations today, with Perch Rock still to come. But by now we were tired after almost a week of non-stop back and forth, and the cold winds blew hard at our backs as we pointed our cameras due south along the marine lake. We came away in need of hot coffee and headed straight for the cafe at Morrisons, only to find they’d just closed. Dragging our camera bags sullenly behind us, we returned to base to try and fortify ourselves for the evening ahead. We did make it to Perch Rock, where we’d arranged to meet with one of you. That was in the last story I shared here.
On Friday morning it was time to hose down the decks of our lodgings and set course for home, somewhere a long way south of here. But before we pointed the car towards Cornwall, there was just enough time to return to the last two locations for a final burst of shutters and glory. By now the rain had headed off to wait for us at home in Cornwall, while the strong winds of the last two days had blown themselves out, to be replaced by a gentle breeze that wouldn’t trouble the super dooper sixteen stop filter. At West Kirby, there was a calm air as the locals made their constitutionals around the perimeter of the marine lake, some of them pausing to watch us a while and exchange a few words as we stood behind our tripods. It seems strange to think that just a few miles away across the Mersey estuary lay the shouting chaos of the Independent Republic of Liverpool, one of the nation’s major cities, home to almost a million souls. Hard to imagine when you live blissfully in a village that’s got a crossroads, a filling station, a pasty emporium and a small woodland full of hidden mineshafts.
The marine lake looked particularly fetching from the south side, and this time there were no windsurfers or kite surfers to blur their brightly coloured sails against our backgrounds. No distractions on the water at all as we took our shots. Not that we needed to take very many at all. I took just four compositions in fact, all of them between five and eight minutes. It wasn’t long before we all agreed we were happy, and so we headed to the car and the final port of call at Perch Rock.
It was very tempting to present this one in black and white, but I preferred just a hint of the muddied notes in the waterfront apartments that sit in the memory from this desaturated morning at the marine lake. Sometimes you need a little bit of colour on a grey day don’t you?