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This coyote appeared to be a youth. He passed through the field where I was birding this morning, its fur is a bit damp from the dew. It gave me the side glance a few times as it passed through the field. Don't worry, pup. Godspeed on your hunt. (But please don't get any cool birds 😜).
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If your worried about the sky falling
maybe that's because it is...........;-0
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Baby Monkey lost in the real world of survival.
This is a tough place to make it as everybody is on their own.
You get no second chance here and for some there isn't even
a first chance.
Mortality rate is very high, hence the reason for their on going breeding program..
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......Shot with a D50 70-300VR Nikkor Lens......
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After some rich colour I am back to my favourite black and whites for some much needed serenity.
It’s been a strange week. I read about some incredible initiatives for protecting and conserving elephants earlier in the week but then I read about the Dallas Safari Club. Don’t know if you guys know this but they were auctioning off an actual ‘hunt’ of an African bull elephant to raise money for conservation purposes. I can’t even get through that sentence without making my blood boil. Not only is the idea of hunting critically endangered ideas for sport baffling, the fact that it is done in the name of conservation is just sad.
Trophy hunting is not new to people of such elite and entitled clubs. The club’s CEO in fact said there are some parts of Africa which are ‘over populated’ with elephants and their efforts would in fact benefit ‘such’ areas. And this is a long standing tradition, last year they auctioned a hunt for a black rhino in Namibia for a whopping $350,000 and even made it clear than if the government doesn’t allow them to bring the carcass back to the USA, they would not donate the money for conservation! What does this tell us? Their claims of working for conservation is nothing but a farce and these poor animals are worth more dead than alive, adorning some rich hunters’ wall while he regales his guests with tales of his hunt.
Due to intense public pressure the elephant hunt has been called off for the time being. But there are other similar trophy hunting clubs out there. And we have an obligation to stop them where we can. These are worrying times for our rhinos and elephants and there is absolutely no place for trophy hunting, irrespective of how much money misguided hunters are ready to pay for their adventures in the wild.
“Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of children, they are all thirty feet tall.”
― Larry Wilde
Doutzen inspired me to make this set-up with her snapshot Captain Hook.
So I have a lot of anxieties. Sometimes it gets so overwhelming nothing makes sense. I'm in my thirties now and you know, you'd think anxiety only lasts during your teenage years but sometimes it never goes away. I've been anxious about my career, my future, my love life, my body image, my social image, gosh, you name it. I can only assume some of you may feel anxious about something or other and I can also only assume your coping mechanisms.
One day as I was exploring every nook and cranny of New York City I stumbled upon a New Age shop (I love New Age shops) called Stick Stone and Bone. They had amazing precious stones, and petrified rocks, and incense, and tarots cards, you name it. But what I remember specifically were these little stick figure-like dolls wrapped in a colorful fabric called 'Worry-Dolls'. The story goes, that in Ancient Mayan civilization (or modern Guatemala), they were given to children so they could confide their worries. One doll for each worry. After, the children would place the dolls under their pillows and then sleep through the night. When they woke, the dolls would have worked their magic and the children's worries went away! I was instantly enchanted! I had goosebumps and even felt calmer after learning that and holding one of the dolls in my hand. A lot of people don't have access to therapy or anti-depressants, or maybe they don't have a close friend circle they can confide in every time they encounter a life hurdle. Sometimes, something really simple, like a fabric and stick doll can make all the difference. Sometimes all you need is something small to believe in but in fact, you're really learning to believe in yourself and invest in your own power. I'm all about that.
Find the Guatemalan WORRY-DOLLS at ACCESS Event starting July 12th, 10 PM SLT and at the main store after (Link in the PICKS section of avatar Lucas Lameth)
***NOTE*** I'm unable to change the image here but the permissions are actually COPY & MODIFY instead of MODIFY & COPY
ACCESS event:
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/ACCESS/41/129/21
Cam Sim:
“Worry is like a rocking chair--it gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you anywhere.”
(Harold Stephens 1957 - Present)
One of the few images I ever made of the Keyhole before it collapsed and I made this with my pinhole. Nothing produces flare when shooting into the sun quite like a pinhole does. Plus not having to worry about a viewfinder (and damage to the eyes) is a big plus in a case like this too.
“Good morning, Sky, Bertie; a lovely bright one too.” Said Posh Bear as he sat down beside his friends.
“It is indeed Posh, but it is a worrying one too, well for some of us.” Replied Sky.
“Why would that be, Sky?” Asked Posh.
“I have been having an enormous thunk, and I can tell you both that I am a tad concerned.”
“Poor Sky, I’m sorry to hear that Sky. What have you been thinking about? What, is wrong?” Asked Bertie.
“It’s the buzzy things Bertie. I’m so worried about the buzzy things.”
“I don’t see why Sky, they don’t hurt you and they make our honey, so what is to worry about?” Asked Posh.
“I worry about how clever they are? I mean, how good are their memories. Suppose they had all forgotten that they are supposed to flit around the flowers and then make us honey, what then?”
“I can’t see that happening Sky, they have always made sure we have enough honey.” Argued Bertie.
“I don’t know Bertie; they might forget and the we would have no honey. I was wondering if we should help them, what do you chaps think?”
“I think you are bonkers Sky. How can we help the buzzy things remember what they are supposed to do?” Asked Posh.
“I was thinking that maybe we need to begin writing notices that we can place by the flowers to tell the buzzy things to visit them and start making honey.”
“No, that would never work Sky. We can’t write in bee and they can’t understand bear, so no point in notices.” Said Bertie.
“Ah, I see your thinking Bertie, I hadn’t thought about that. So, what can we do?”
“A difficult one Sky. How about we begin keeping all our empty jars and place them by the flowers so the bees can just drop the honey straight in the jars and that’ll save us ordering on the man’s thingy machine?”
“Brilliant Bertie, you are a genius. Why didn’t I think of that? Simply brilliant, that is what we have to do from now on. We’ll even leave the labels on the jars so if the buzzy things can read, they will know why the jars have been put there.”
“It won’t work fellas, for one thing the man won’t want empty glass jars strewn all over the flower beds. Even if he didn’t mind that or notice, the buzzy things will do what they have always done and that is take the honey to their nest which is called a hive. Only there can it be turned into real honey and then placed in jars for us bears and a little bit we allow hoomans to have too.” Said Posh Bear.
Posh looked at his two friends and could see their concern and so decided to try and help them forget all this nonsense and let the buzzy things do what they are best at on their own.
“Look, how about we go to my store and I give you both a full jar of my honey and the we all go out for a long walk in the garden?”
“What a good idea Posh.” Said Sky as he winked at Bertie. “I knew you would come up with a brilliant idea eventually, Posh.”
“Yes, I agree Sky, our friend Posh is quite brilliant at times.” Agreed Bertie.
“Just not quite often enough.” Whispered Sky as he and Bertie gave a soft chuckle as Posh stood up and they followed him to where he stored his honey.
Interview in two days and the me and the clones are starting to really worry..... not sure why as I'm super prepeped for all this. Still its a bad sign that they are so distracted they are not trying to kill me.... :S
Weird how much darker it got when I loaded it on to flickr as well! Guess it suits the mood....
HAPPY WINDOW WEDNESDAY(S) !
Well, only a bit of the actual window shows (upper left). However, the shutter and the androgynous little metal shutter keeper are certainly window stuff.
I think this is interesting on a composition level, but as per the caption, I am worried about the wires. It seems it wouldn't take much to create electrical trouble.
What if the wire insulation deteriorates more and some snow or wet debris connects the shutter keeper to both window wires? I wonder if I am beginning to sound like the world's most famous worrier about little things, Woody Allen.
Location: Village of Kembs, Alsace FR.
In my album: Dan's Wired World.
"Do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, what you will put on your body...is not life more than food?...look at the birds of the air...for they neither sow nor reap...yet your Heavenly Father feeds them...
Are you not of more value than they?" (matt. 6:25-26)
....for dream
: or how I stopped worrying and love the digital manipulation
(even though this shot is 99% manipulated on a Chemical/Optical process)
I think people sometimes overthink, which leads them to be consumed by their own worries. The only exit, paradoxically lies within ourselves
Painter: Anjo Borlada, "Pangako" (Promise)
Dont worry about a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin: dont worry about a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right