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From the first time I visited the black grouse (Lyrurus tetrix) lek in April, while I had five male black grouses outside the tent.

 

They often just stood there looking at each other like this, in between all their noise and fights.

 

(Orrhaner (orrfugl-hanner), in Norwegian)

 

My album of birds here.

 

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A Phoenix (Julia) fractal created using the Fractal Science Kit fractal generator - www.fractalsciencekit.com/

 

Lens Helios 44-2 58 mm f/ 1:2

HAPPY FENCED FRIDAY !

At first, I was on the fence about posting this image to Fenced Friday. However, I decided it was okay to post the evidence of a fence-to-be: i.e. a Future-Tense Fence. We all anxiously await the decision of the Group Administrators of both Fences and Fenced Friday.

 

Think about the logic.

In fence construction, it makes perfect sense to install the gate first, and then add the fence. Fence sections and post locations can be varied relatively easily as needed; serious, sturdy gates like this one -- not so much.

 

This gate-first construction approach does create a nicely surreal image to photograph, if your timing is right (or lucky, like mine).

I am sure that if I go back in a week or so, the fence will be in place and there will be nothing special to photograph. I am glad I could carpe diem.

 

Location: Tierpark Lange Erlen, Basel BS Switzerland.

 

In my album: Dan's Funny Stuff.

 

What If I Am Father?

 

Comedian W.C. Fields was reading the Bible one afternoon when a friend asked him what he was doing. The actor responded wryly, “Looking for loopholes.”

Somewhere within the intended humor of this statement probably lies a revealing glimpse of our often-ironic approach to God. That is, if God is real, there is something irrational about thinking in terms of an entity that can be manipulated; if there is such a thing as truth, there is something ridiculous about defining it to suit ourselves. But we do this regularly.

Author A.J. Jacobs always assumed that religion “would just wither away and we’d live in a neo-Enlightenment world.”(1) When this did not happen, he figured he should examine whether he was missing something essential to being a human or whether half the human population was simply deluded by the existence of God. So he decided to follow literally every command in the Bible for a year—including not trimming his beard and making tassels on the corners of his garments. In his book A Year of Living Biblically, he describes his experiment, which he admits held a bit of irreverence. In the end, nonetheless, he draws the conclusion, “I now believe that whether or not there’s a God, there is such a thing as sacredness.”(2)

Many, including Jacobs, point out the irony of his experiment—namely, deciding to follow the Bible literally is hardly the same thing as deciding to follow God. Yet the popular approach to theological inquiry is not much different and is often equally suited to our own interests, the difference perhaps being that we rarely point out our own incongruous thinking. Truth is comfortably understood in terms of preference, and God is readily comprehended as one who must prepare a defense for our own thunderous line of questioning, even as we question this God’s very existence. Somehow we have arrived at a state of mind where we can live in anger with God for existing, where we can each choose our own brand of reasoning and be frustrated with life for being unreasonable—and see none of the contradictions in our words. Or else we simply choose to overlook them—along with the desperate love of the one crouched at our feet.

 

The prophet Malachi screamed of crisis during a time when people were asleep to their own incongruous thoughts. Malachi’s message came at the end of a thousand year period of God’s revelation to the people of Israel. The next voice to be heard centuries later was that of John the Baptist preparing the way for the Messiah. Yet historically, the people of Malachi’s day were standing in a period of almost eerie stillness. There was no looming threat to be addressed, no extraordinary prospering to be consumed by, no real reason to be moved by much of anything. Whether for lack of excitement or for excess of ease, the hearts of the people had grown cold and weary. Their worship was tired. Their complaints had no end. It was Malachi who pointedly voiced the irrationality of their half-hearted approach to God, the sheer irony of finding the almighty God wearisome.

Through Malachi, we hear a series of distinctive questions and answers in a dialogical fashion, and we get an eye-opening glimpse of the often-cynical, often-illogical cries of humanity in light of the cries of a Father’s heart in response to his children.

The opening lines of the closing book read powerfully, “I have loved you, says the Lord. Yet you say, ‘In what way have you loved us?’… A son honors his father, and a servant his master. But if I am a father, where is the honor due me? If I am a master, where is the respect due me?”(3) The inquiry is both direct and personal, referencing a great story of pursuit and belonging, embrace and subtle or not-so-subtle rejection. If I am Father, why am I the one being questioned? While you have grown cold and weary, I have loved you. Yet you ask, “In what way?”

In these words, in the midst of whatever inconsistency we may or may not see in ourselves, I believe a loving Father still beckons. This declaration of love, which could easily be spoken in anger, voiced as one taking back the words and years of care, is not spoken in terms of retreat. On the contrary, spoken in perfect tense, the phrase “I have loved you” signals past actions, but present implications. The immense history of God’s pursuit and care is indeed called to mind, but the sentiment remains unscathed, present and active. It is as if God is saying through a crippling lament that remembers every costly act on our behalf, and yet still hopes to assure: You don’t know what you’re saying or doing. I have loved you. I have loved you. I have loved you.

Similar words would be spoken even closer centuries later as God stood among humanity as one of us. “And when they came to the place called the Skull, there they crucified him, along with the criminals—one on his right, the other on his left. But Jesus said, ‘Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.'”(4)

What if God is dissatisfied by empty worship, not out of greed or arrogance or self-preoccupation, but because God’s love is so far from empty itself? What if God is grieved by barren, distant images of abstract religion, not out of legalism or fastidiousness, but because God lives so much nearer than we know? What if God laments our self-consumed inquiries as to divine love and character simply because the statement is far truer than we have imagined: “‘I have loved you,’ says the Lord.”

How do we respond to this love? For one, there is really no need for loopholes. And if we will remember the immense demonstration of this love in history, there is also no reason to ask “in what way?”

 

Jill Carattini is managing editor at Ravi Zacharias International Ministries in Atlanta, Georgia.

       

Setting in a field on what was the old Arata Ranch and now part of the BDMRP. ~ Antioch CA

Opa died in January, and we miss him still.

Found in an old forgotten box of my photographs.

from the series 'interference.patterns'...

I have some new shot taken under the Olympic Arch. Here's the first.

 

(Explored, # 19 may 15)

Overrijsel canal in Deventer, the Nederlands, February 2007.

Day 136 of 365.

With all that this next week entails, I'm excited/nervous at the same time. I hate that feeling.

Resident Evil 3 (Demo) (Capcom, 2020)

 

- ReShade 4.5.3

- Camera tools by Otis_Inf

This is my Sunday planning session. Who needs packed lunches on which days, which extra things will be needed. Usually I can only think one week ahead but this week I am also planning Christmas dinner so I've got the recipe books and magazines out for that.

 

My macro lens is also on the table because that is coming with me flower hunting this afternoon.

 

The roses are from the garden. I think they must be the last of the rose harvest this year. Even this seems ridiculously late.

 

I haven't planned for 2018 yet. That is too far ahead and my diary doesn't go that far.

The feral cats in the colony by the lake are bound to their dens due to the deep snow. The winds blowing snow off the ice covered lake change the landscape by the day and deepen the snowpack and drifts on the lee of the boulder field. They manage to peer out of openings between the boulders and seem to be able to travel in tunnels under the boulders for short distances. This girl perched just outside her den to see who is visiting the park is located right near a food cache. I am concerned about a few of the others because I haven't seen them for several days. After the last snowstorm a drift covered the food tray but I stopped by the next day and put down more food so although they're trapped and unable to roam about most of them are getting enough calories to survive the bitter cold. If there is a warmup and another freeze they will be able to walk on the icy crust that forms on the surface of the snowpack.

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