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Photo of a Chestnut-backed chickadee was taken on February 6, 2006 at 2:25pm in Edmonds, Washington
Canon 1D Mark II N camera; Canon 400mm F/4 DO IS lens + Kenko 36mm extension tube @ F/9, 1/250 second, ISO 250
First Place Winner in the June Songbirds contest at "Winged Wonders" (Invite only)
Second Place Winner at BetterPhoto.com for February, 2006
From the HORIZONS Series.
blogged here: djenglandphotography.blogspot.com/2019/08/photo-of-week-2...
The indigo Bunting (Passerina cyanea) is often referred to as “blue canaries” and can be found along roadways and open fields, often perched in search of their next meal. Indigo Buntings migrate at night, using the stars for guidance. The birds possess an internal clock that enables them to continually adjust their angle of orientation to a star—even as that star moves through the night sky. Male Indigo Buntings learn their songs as youngsters, from nearby males but not from their fathers. Buntings a few hundred yards apart generally sing different songs, while those in the same "song neighborhood" share nearly identical songs. A local song may persist for up to 20 years, gradually changing as new singers add novel variations. You can attract Indigo Buntings to your yard with feeders, particularly with small seeds such as thistle or nyjer. Indigo Buntings also eat many insects, so live mealworms may attract them as well.
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So, I decided to enjoy some late evening entertainment in the garden. A playful melody of a warm Spring evening. The chirping of crickets, frogs croaking and the evening breeze blowing through the trees. I could have sworn it was the melody of this lovely rose. On stage, in my garden. Singing her love song. Perhaps, she was singing to me.
I have been away for a while and am trying to catch up. I have completed updating the lighting in my office along with a new ASUS PA248Q monitor fully color calibrated. I wanted to hold off on editing new photos until the updates were completed. Time to get things rolling again!
Western yellow wagtail, male (Motacilla flava), surroundings of the village Bilsk (Більськ), province Poltava Oblast (Полтавська область) in Ukraine.
Жёлтая трясогу́зка, или Пли́ска (Motacilla flava), самeц; окрестности села Бельск (Більськ), Полтавская область, Украина.
Gul vipstjert, han (Motacilla flava); landsby Bilsk (Більськ) og dens omgivelser, provinsen Poltava Oblast (Полтавська область) i Ukraine.
One of the first records N... brought from Manchester was Nobody's Child
NOBODY'S CHILD
Karen Young ((March 23, 1951-January 26, 1991)
As I was slowly passing an orphan's home one day
And stopped there for a moment just to watch the children play
Alone a boy was standing and when I asked him why
He turned with eyes that could not see and he began to cry
I'm nobody's child, I'm nobody's child
Just like a flower I'm growing wild
No mommy's kisses and no daddy's smile
Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's child
People come for children and take them for their own
But they all seem to pass me and I'm left here all alone
I know they'd like to take me but when they see I'm blind
They always take some other child and I am left behind
I'm nobody's child, I'm nobody's child
Just like a flower I'm growing wild
No mommy's kisses and no daddy's smile
Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's child
No mommy's arms to hold me or soothe me when I cry
Sometimes it gets so lonely, I wish that I could die
I'd walk the streets of heaven where all the blind can see
And just like all the other kids there'd be a home for me
I'm nobody's child, I'm nobody's child
Just like a flower I'm growing wild
No mommy's kisses and no daddy's smile
Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's child
Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's child
The Singing Ringing Tree or Panopticon near Burnley. Luckily, it was a very blustery evening so the sculpture produced some interesting music.
A reworked image from 2015.
Panopticons is the name of a unique series of 21st-century landmarks erected across East Lancashire, from Blackburn to Pendle.
At the time he was singing so loud that I could not hear my shutter.
Better view in Large or Original size.
One from earlier this year. Really a bird of Mediterranean climes, the Dartford Warbler suffers extremely from cold winters. Resident in small numbers mostly on the heathlands of southern England.
Best viewed large on black
A Panopticon in Burnley, Lancashire.
Designed by architects Mike Tonkin and Anna Liu of Tonkin Liu, the Singing Ringing Tree is a 3 metre tall construction comprising pipes of galvanised steel. When the wind flows through the tubes it makes musical sounds.
It wasn't very windy when we visited but you can hear this if you visit this site...
Reflection on John 20:19-23-Pentecost
To Deacon candidates on June, 8, 2019.
Just a few weeks ago, we were installed as acolytes, the final step before we are ordained deacons. Bishop Solis was talking directly to us in his homily. He said “Please know that this ministry demands a life of holiness, so learn to develop an intimate union with Christ through prayer, special devotion, reverence and adoration of the Blessed Sacrament. To carry your responsibility with zeal and fidelity, make your life worthy of service, deepen your understanding of the Holy Eucharist, and conform yourself more fully to Christ so you can walk in God’s ways. He continued to say that we “should know that the world needs authentic ministers, ministers with integrity, whom people can identify by what they say and do, not drawing attention to yourself, but by drawing attention to Christ.”
Currently, we are in a state of uncertainty about our futures as it relates to our diaconal call.
In today’s gospel reading, we are encountering some of the disciples that are also facing uncertainty. They seem to be afraid…the proof is that the doors are locked. What are they afraid of? Our reading says they were afraid of the Jews. However, I suspect their fear was multilayered.
These same disciples had been in formation with Jesus for three years. He was there shepherd. They were his special flock. They journeyed with him, listened to his teaching, and watched him heal the wounded. They recognized him as the promised messiah-the savior of the world. Throughout his ministry Jesus has been constantly with them…but he has also stated that he must go way…up to this point they witnessed the passion, the resurrection and the ascension.
Now, they are in a locked room! Yes, the future is uncertain! But then Jesus came and stood in their midst. He said “Peace be with you” Our reading then says that the disciples rejoiced when they saw the Lord. Jesus said to them again, “Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, so I send you.” And when he said this, he breathed on them and said to them “Receive the Holy Spirit.”
This is a big deal! We have the benefit of hind sight. We have seen what the Holy Spirit has accomplished in Salvation history…we have the visible reality of the Church. We know that the disciples, now have the faith and courage to unlock the door and go forth. As we read their stories in scriptures-we know that there has been a definite shift in their demeanor. The have received the gifts of the Holy Spirit…which gives them the necessary wisdom and strength to preach the Gospel to all the world. As we know that was dangerous in those times, and they would suffer like their Savior…and die martyrs themselves.
We too have received this Gift! Today we celebrate Pentecost!
We are part of this unfolding story and we have the same Holy Spirit with us! Christ is telling us that the Father sent him…so he is sending us. We cannot do what Bishop Solis is asking of us without awareness of how precious this Gift of the Holy Spirit is to each of us!
-rc
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There was only one single pink flower in that green garden.
I took this photo during a sunny day in Braives, Belgium.
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Singing Bells
A poem by Katie Gabrielle
Singing bells,
Singing a song
That lasts a moment
But listen to its song today
For tomorrow
It's echoes will disappear
Into yesterday.
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O You Beautiful Flower
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
O you beautiful flower
Of pinkish and white
Earth blossoming shower
In spring’s new light
Ground is your embrace
With the sun radiance
Each bud is of grace
And splendor appearance
Light wind singing bell
Will swing your sprout
Like a sway carrousel
In its movement about
A dance of new spring
In meadows of green
To ground now sing
Of budding fresh scene
Rose-tinted so fine
Under blueness of sky
Your growth in sunshine
Now mounting so high
O you beautiful flower
Of pinkish and white
Earth sweetest endower
And spring’s delight