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Everybody knows that the dice are loaded

Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed

Everybody knows that the war is over

Everybody knows the good guys lost

Everybody knows the fight was fixed

The poor stay poor, the rich get rich

Thats how it goes

Everybody knows

 

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking

Everybody knows that the captain lied

Everybody got this broken feeling

Like their father or their dog just died

 

Everybody talking to their pockets

Everybody wants a box of chocolates

And a long stem rose

Everybody knows..

 

Leonard Cohen

 

I haven't seen any poults yet this year so I don't know if this displaying wild turkey guy got to be a father or not....

Sonnenberg Gardens, also known as Sonnenberg Gardens and Mansion State Historic Park, Canandaigua, New York, USA, at the North end of Canandaigua Lake, in the Finger Lakes region of Upstate New York. The house and gardens are open to the public every day, May through October.

The property was once the summer home of Frederick Ferris Thompson, a prominent banker in New York City, and his wife Mary Clark Thompson, whose father, Myron Holley Clark, was Governor of New York State in 1855. The Clark family was from Canandaigua, NY. Mr. & Mrs. Thompson's main home was in NYC in a large townhouse on Madison Avenue. The Thompsons purchased the Sonnenberg property in 1863, keeping the name, Sonnenberg (which means "sunny hill" in German). In 1887, they replaced the original farmhouse with a forty-room Queen Anne style mansion. The property also had a 100-acre farm to the east. Sonnenberg's gardens were designed and built between 1902–1919, and originally consisted of nine gardens in a variety of styles.

 

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~Happy Father's Day sweet, i hope you had a nice one, LY xox

~Just a silly portrait i made for Joe xox

~The pipe was a gift fro my friend Skinny x

 

You cannot buy your happiness,

'Cause happiness is free.

Don't you know, or can't you guess,

It's there for you and me.

 

And what you do with what you've got,

Can change the way you feel.

Just do your best and smile a lot,

You'll keep an even keel.

 

'Cause happiness is made for you,

Just take a bite and see

That happiness is what you do

With something that is free.

~Author unknown..

 

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its not time to make a change

just relax,take it easy

youre stil young.thats your fault

there,s so much you have to know

find a girl,settle down

if you want,you can marry

look at me, i am old

but i,m happy

i was once like you are now

and i know that its not easy

to become when you,ve found

something going on

but take your time,think a lot

think of everything you,ve got

for you will still be here tomorrow

but your dreams may not

  

cat stevens

 

father and son

I am enjoying the flickrfriday challenge but was trying to come up with something for this weeks theme and as I was sitting on the riverbank this was my view. So this is a capture this evening across the lake as a father and his two sons were fishing. Casting in the dusk light as I listened to the father giving them advise and directions on casting the lines. The sun was low and the hues of golden light and fog in the sky can be seen when zoomed in.

 

It reminded me of the times I was privileged to spend time with my dad going fishing and as he taught me the things I needed to know to become a man.

 

So this is my interpretation of the theme #TheThirdMan for #flickfriday as the third man here is the Father and the other 2 are those who will one day become men too through guidance and nurture. (PS: My camera says the pic was taken at 00h15 but it is still on UK time while I am visiting the USA so the image was actually captured at 19h15)

Selfportrait (ah ah ah reckon me if you can)/Several Textures/ Tribute to HR Giger

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.to my dear friend HeReTiKa

because he loves the dark side of me (and he is still a friend)

   

(This Mortal Coil: my Father)

Be still, and know that I am God. – Psalm 46:10

 

Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. – Matthew 11:28

 

The last month has been a trying time for my family and I. My Dad hit his head on the garage floor, and as a result of it, he has a subdermal hematoma. Over the last month, it has had a negative effect on his mobility and his ability to speak. Thankfully, we got the proper medical care and advise to where he is in surgery getting this hematoma removed from his brain. During the last few days, these bible verses have been in the front of my mind. At the hospital where my Dad is being treated, they have a chapel. This stained glass window is in the chapel. It calms me, and it is the embodiment of these verses to me. I know that my father is in good hands, and I will see him soon

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I Will Go With My Father A-ploughing

Joseph Campbell (1879-1944)

  

I will go with my father a-ploughing

To the green field by the sea,

And the rooks and the crows and the seagull

Will come flocking after me.

I will sing to the patient horses

With the lark in the while of the air,

And my father will sing the plough-song

That blesses the cleaving share.

I will go with my father a-sowing

To the red field by the sea,

And the rooks and the gulls and the starlings

Will come blocking after me.

I will sing to the striding sowers

With the finch on the greening slow,

And my father will sing the seed-song

That only the wise men know.

 

I will go with my father a-reaping

To the brown field by the sea,

And the geese and the crows and the children

Will come blocking after me.

I will sing to the tanfaced reapers

With the wren in the heat of the sun,

And my father will sing the scythe-song

That joys for the harvest done.

Gray: He was still your father, there's no shame in loving him.

 

Ser: I miss him so much Grayson...

 

Gray: I know...

I knew him as a little boy. And look what he has become, a grown up man. Would he stay here and take the farm over from his father? O leave following the tempting call of city's glamorous lights?

 

Credits and details: chris-sanders-chronicles.blogspot.nl/2017/06/farmers-boy....

 

Did you know there are actually people who don't know how to have a picnic?

 

I grew up in a family that had picnics all year long. We'd have picnics on the roadside when we were traveling somewhere, picnics that were a day's outing, picnics in the backyard and even picnics in the middle of winter. Now I grant you, picnics in a Canadian winter were a bit unusual but if it was a sunny Saturday and not too bitterly cold, my parents would pack up the hibachi and hamburgers and off we'd go with the toboggan on the top of the car. It was fun but I have to admit what I remember most about those winter picnics was the way my feet would get SO cold that it would take hours to warm them up once we got home.

 

Of course, usually our picnics were in warmer weather and we'd spend the day exploring or swimming .....or watching my father take pictures to enter in his next camera club competition. We'd stay until we were sunburned, bug bit, water logged or bored watching Dad click the shutter.

 

When I first married into Norm's family I discovered they had different picnic habits than I was familiar with. I had been the one to suggest a picnic at a beautiful conservation area to his family so we packed up the necessaries with a plan to meet in the parking lot. Everyone arrived at about the same time and we began unloading the cars. The lawn chairs and cooler bags were out of the trunk, sitting on the gravel ...........and that is where we had our picnic!!

 

All these years later I still can't believe no one could be convinced to venture into the park where there was a lake, picnic tables and nature trails. No, we stayed in the parking lot and I have a picture of my sister-in-law and me sitting on a parking curb as a reminder of the oddest family group picnic I've ever attended.

 

They definitely needed training in my parents' School of Picnicking.

 

(I titled this 'The End of Picnic Season' but they only end seasonally if you don't go on winter picnics.)

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If there was ever a man

Who was generous, gracious and good

That was my dad

The man

A human being so true

He could live like a king

'Cause he knew

The real pleasure in life

 

To be devoted to

And always stand by me

So I'd be unafraid and free

 

If there was ever a man

Who was generous, gracious and good

 

That was my dad

The man

A human being so true

He could live like a king

'Cause he knew

The real pleasure in life

 

To be devoted to

And always stand by me

So I'd be unafraid and free

 

If there was ever a man

Who was generous, gracious and good

That was my dad

The man, The man

Father and Son, Coconut merchants on Boca Chica beach

 

selling coconuts

to tourists.

dehydrated and miserable im sure they are...........................

they will never be tourists

they will never lay back on a chaise lounge and have a clean beautiful hotel room

they will never fly away

they will never drive home

they will never know whats its like to have a fistful of money in their pocket

the will never know from wealth from having from materialism ..............

they return to a dark dismal dusty dingy hut.

they will sleep in 90 degree heat

they will sleep on the same filthy mattress with others

they will eat rice and beans and maybe a piece of fish

they will feel and totally understand that they are poor and that is their lot in life

and nothing they do can change things NOTHING!

 

they know they will be there tomorrow as sure as the sun creeps up again over the horizon.

they know unless they walk this beach every day they will suffer immensely from hunger

and pain.

how many of your children can comprehend this?

how many of you do ?

 

as the tourists stand around and watch the sun go down, cause they paid plenty of dough to see it...............

the father and son walk hurriedly off the beach.

it is no longer their beach.

they might also get robbed. these days. in the DR.

 

the father and son dont see this so called "BEAUTY", that the tourists and you see.

 

their perception of this is a hard life filled with struggle and pain and have to's in order to survive.

the sun is their enemy.

this is war

this is life

this is a battle

against the elements

 

they hate the sun!

  

Our fathers' God to thee, Author of Liberty,

To Thee we sing:

Long may our land be bright

with freedom's holy light,

Protect us by Thy Might,

Great God our King!

 

From the song, "America," Also known as, "My Country 'Tis of Thee..."

Many non Americans will find the music very familiar.

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This is a sepia toned version of a previous upload.

 

Light Box

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth...

 

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live...

 

Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”

 

- Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte

 

Farmlands in Hawley, MA

 

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It does not choose its origin,

Neither his skin colour

As we dream of a life of castle

When we saw the ghetto

Natre the tau around the neck as Cosette for Hugo

Natre truss in the conflict

Son of CONGO

And pray the very top.

This I hate the MICRO I have the weight of words.

Exit from below,

Made with blood and tears.

Rever dchirer of this table is in arms, tears,

Calogero:

Facing the sea

I d grow

Faced against land

I could die

I falls

Passi:

I take my last dream.

And both dcus.

Both the same slab.

Calogero:

I take my last dream

Passi:

That is scheresse to land on o n 'ceases to sow sorrow

In the eyes n 'I may cry a lot of distant dreams.

I myself as rebell, I drank a lot of bullshit et ca me too drunk.

In life there are basically tapes and tapes cot, you do not have a euro

Or tear it off the tape, is the state, RMmistes, "t'as that taffer."

If you're at the bottom must cravacher, you that not lcher.

T'as not known ca you, the desire to pocket the potatoes,

Being left right opposite the sea far from galres.

T'as not known that, the desire of worry out of distributing potatoes

Gauches straight with an air patibulaire

Calogero:

Facing the sea

I d grow

Faced against land

I take my last dream.

I could die

Passi:

I falls

Both the same slab

And both dcus

Calogero:

I take my last dream

Facing the sea

It is you who rsistes

Faced against land

Your name on the list

From all your etre

Cit comparatre

Passi:

Such matters do not gray the country did not purchase one falls,

It is the story of this pen s'touffe in tar,

Who dreamed concecration, the slab niaque, I like my friends have it.

It leaves basically on the aims Panthon, I spot one who,

We want to touch the sky toil without lowering the pants. Too few good FES

And too many Cinderella. Calo-Passi 2004.

Facing the sea

I d grow

Faced against land

I could die

I falls

Passi:

I take my last dream.

And both dcus

Both the same slab

Calogero:

I take my last dream.

Passi:

And both dcus

Both the same slab

Calogero:

I take my last dream.

Passi:

It does not choose its origin, nor his skin color

As we dream of a life of castle

When we saw the ghetto

Natre the tau around the neck as Cosette for Hugo

Natre truss in the conflict and request the very top.

Son of CONGO I hate the MICRO I have the weight of words.

Made with blood and tears.

Facing the sea

Exit from below, to dream of this table is dchirer of arms, tears,

We want all grow

Calo-Passi too young to die.

 

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It grows a few meters away from its origin ... They both share pretty much the same "curvy" shape ... But above all it is obvious that they are destined to share common life and more or less common fate ... They will be freezing together during winter and they will be getting scorched together during summer !!!!

 

I don't know If I'm jealous of the father though ... My eighteen year old son has been offered an opprtunity to study at one of the greatest Universities of the world in England and as a family we are facing a huge dilemma ... Should we keep him close or should we let him open his wings so early in life ?

 

Here in Greece we could keep him close to us like the tree in the above seen shot, but then here we now have heavy winter ... A winter that alas is going to last for many years ... A winter that is unfortunately not going to pass easily over our heads !!!!

 

It would deffinitely be better for him to go ...

  

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My father said this song was about "wacky weed" as he called it. Jackie Paper was the paper that you used to smoke the weed.

 

To me Puff was about a little boy who loved him and would come to play with him. Until Jackie grew up and stopped believing in him, then Puff like all childhood fantasies faded away.

 

I was listening to Peter, Paul and Mary and his song came on. I quickly did this graphic. I know it's not great but I had to do Puff my favorite dragon. :)

 

Love And Peace

I know because it left it's tracks !

My Father inlaw always liked to say that to the kids when he came to a railroad crossing. Now my husband Lee says the same thing when we come to a crossing.

It always makes him think of his Dad who died of a massive heart attack in 1978,at the age of 68.

 

Seen on Explore !

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Trouble is her only friend and he's back again

Makes her body older than it really is

And she says it's high time she went away

No ones got much to say in this town

Trouble is the only way is down, down, down

 

As strong as you were

Tender you go

I'm watching you breathing

For the last time

A song for your heart

But when it is quiet

I know what it means

And I'll carry you home

I'll carry you home

 

If she had wings she would fly away

And another day god will give her some

Trouble is the only way is down,down,down

 

As strong as you were

Tender you go

I'm watching you breathing for the last time

A song for your heart

But when it is quiet

I know what it means

I'll carry you home

I'll carry you home

 

And they're all born pretty

in New York City tonight

and someone's little girl

was taken from the world tonight

under the Stars and Stripes

 

As strong as you were

Tender you go

I'm watching you breathing for the last time

A song for your heart

But when it is quiet

I know what it means

And i'll carry you home

 

As strong as you were

Tender you go

I'm watching you breathing for the last time

A song for your heart

But when it is quiet

I know what it means

And I'll carry you home

 

I'll carry you home

 

".....The phone rings in the middle of the night, My father yells, "Whatcha gonna do with your life?"

"Oh Daddy dear, you know your still number one,But girls they wanna have fun

Oh girls, just wanna have"

 

Thats all they really want

Some fun

When the workin' day is done

Oh girls they wanna have fun

Oh girls just wanna have fun..."

 

Cindy Lauper, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

 

This one is for all you Dads out there, specially those who have girls, and of course myself included.

 

Thanks also and a warm 'Aloha', to my wonderful friend out there as well.

  

Young Ash finds him self awakening in to his dark world were he had been raised. He longs so much for Adventure just like his Idol and little Crush The Pirate Princess Calista. Oh how he loved watching her Adventures on his crystal ball... but now the crystal ball will no longer show him his Little crush and her Adventures! To make matters worse the last thing he saw was a dark Evil looking man forcing her ship to crash before the Crystal ball stopped showing him what happened.

 

If only I was a Adventure I could travel and see the worlds, hunt for magical treasure, and maybe even one day meet the most amazing beautiful adventure of them all... Calista, thought Young Ash as he felt trapped and like his wish might never come true. After all he to was trapped with in The Never More were his Witch Mother had raised him after his father was killed by Vampire Hunters.

 

But Little did this Little Vampire Prince know that his wish Might just be getting ready to come True!

 

Will Ash find the power to become a Adventurer just like the girl that he admirers?

 

And might their another Little Daring girl looking to follow him no matter were the wind takes him?

Saturday 10/ November after some minutes of Midnight My Father Passed Away After 3 days Struggle with the Stroke. I miss him alot.

My dear friends Sorry Ican't be with you for some days.

 

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I'm standing in the light, but the darkness overcrowded me

Guilt undoubtedly, is trying to eat it's way up out of me

I'm inbalanced spiritually, psychologically cosmicly

What you looking at is real, no trick photography

See I got a lot of sins, weighing on my consciousness

Knowing all my faults, makes me uncomfortable with compliments

 

This was passed on to me from my father.. I don't know much about Dr. Weil, but I found this powerful and thought-provoking, and wanted to share it with you.

 

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Who have I been all this time?

How have I used my gift of a human life?

What do I need to "clear up" or "let go of" in order to be more peaceful?

What gives my life meaning?

For what am I grateful?

What have I learned of truth and how truthfully have I learned to live?

What have I learned of love and how well have I learned to love?

What have I learned about tenderness, vulnerability, and intimacy?

What have I learned about courage, strength, power, and faith?

What have I learned of the human condition and how great is my compassion?

How can I best share what I've learned?

What will give me strength as I die?

If I remembered that my breaths were numbered, what would be my relationship to this breath right now?

 

--Introspective Questions, Andrew Weil

My father lives on a naturally treeless plain. As the name suggests, there are no trees except those near the river, quite some distance away.

The tree you see on the left is one he planted many years ago.

 

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The Recital of Almighty God's Word "The One Who Holds Sovereignty Over Everything"

 

Almighty God says, “ He is the One who has never been beheld by man, the One whom mankind has never known, in whose existence mankind has never believed, yet He is the One who breathed the breath into mankind’s ancestors and gave life to mankind. He is the One who supplies and nourishes mankind for its existence, and guides mankind up to the present day. Moreover, He and He alone is whom mankind depends on for its survival. He holds sovereignty over all things and rules all living beings beneath the universe. He commands the four seasons, and it is He who calls forth wind, frost, snow, and rain. He gives mankind sunshine and brings the coming of night. It was He who laid out the heavens and earth, providing man with mountains, lakes and rivers and all the living things within them. His deed is everywhere, His power is everywhere, His wisdom is everywhere, and His authority is everywhere. Each of these laws and rules are the embodiment of His deed, and every one of them reveals His wisdom and authority. Who can exempt themselves from His sovereignty? And who can discharge themselves from His designs? All things exist beneath His gaze, and moreover, all things live beneath His sovereignty. His deed and His power leave mankind with no choice but to acknowledge the fact that He really does exist and holds sovereignty over all things. No other thing apart from Him can command the universe, much less can it ceaselessly provide for this mankind. Regardless of whether you are able to recognize the deed of God, and irrespective of whether you believe in the existence of God, there is no doubt that your fate lies within the ordination of God, and there is no doubt that God will always hold sovereignty over all things. His existence and authority are not predicated upon whether or not they can be recognized and comprehended by man. Only He knows man’s past, present and future, and only He can determine the fate of mankind. Regardless of whether you are able to accept this fact, it will not be long before mankind witnesses all of this with his own eyes, and this is the fact that God will soon bring to bear. Mankind lives and dies under the eyes of God. Mankind lives for the management of God, and when his eyes close for the final time, that is also for the very same management."

from The Word Appears in the Flesh

 

I wish I knew why birds all call

your name,

 

Why every perfect rose is just a

memory of you,

 

Why every sinuous bough of every tree

recalls your slender hand to me,

 

I wish I knew why every drop of rain

is like a tear I shed and shall again.

 

Copyright ~ K. Morgan

 

Today I discovered some more poems and letters my father wrote, which I never knew existed. He wrote this poem for someone who was special to him. I wish I could write words like this, instead I'd like to dedicate this to someone who is special to me too.

 

This is Phil's dad John on the right in a picture I took of them some years back for Father's Day.

 

John was the sweetest man I've ever had the pleasure of knowing.

 

He died 5 years ago, on Valentine's Day and we miss the heck out of him still. This July 1st he would have been 100 years old.

 

John happened to be staying with us when I received the horrible phone call that my brother Otto had died. Phil was at work, so it was just John and I.

 

John knew and very much liked my brother Otto. So John and I sat and just cried together for a long time. I will never forget how comforting his companionship was that day.

 

When John was dying, I thanked him for being who he was and asked him to say hello to my brother when they see each other.

 

He died later that night. He was a wonderful, wonderful man, a privilege to know and love and a blessing to have had in our lives.

 

Happy Father's Day John, until we meet again

  

What have I become

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know

Goes away

In the end

And you could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

 

Chicago, Illinois

December 17th, 2018

 

He climbed the ladder up to his rooftop position. He had boarded up all of the doors and stairways and the infected couldn't climb, so this was the safest he could get. He could hear them moaning below, an eerie reminder of what waited for him. The supply run was no good. He only found a couple energy bars and a water bottle. Plus he had to use several valuable bullets to get back.

It was cold. It snowed recently and the city was blanketed in white. It was also dark. No power. Too many clouds. The only light came from the shrouded sun and the meager flames that were lit throughout the city. Maybe they were other survivors. Maybe they were friendly. Maybe they would kill him without a thought. He wasn't going to take a risk.

He lit his own fire in a trash can. It warmed him, but he had to keep watch. He couldn't let his guard down for a second. He had learned that the hard way.

The gray world passed around him. It infected him. His heart filled with darkness from what he did. What he wanted to do. What he needed to do. What he didn't do. He used to want to see the light on the other side. He used to believe that it would all be okay. He gave up on that dream. The world was absorbed by misery and suffering and it would not change. He knew that all too well.

He stood up and walked towards the edge of the roof, consumed with thought. Pain, guilt, fear, exhaustion, and hate surged in his mind. He felt weak. He put his hand on the wall to steady himself and said "Why do I keep going?"

The faces flashed in front of his eyes like they always do and he remembered. And he went on.

 

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Ayy a build. Yeah I got one done surprisingly. I've been meaning to do one like this for a long time but I've been swamped and probably still will be, so don't expect me to build much more soon. I'm very pleased with how this turned out. This is a flash-forward, so if I continue with this series I'll go back in time and go through some of the things I alluded to in this scene.

I was heavily inspired by The Road by Cormac McCarthy in the writing style and the direction I want to take this series.

Give the full song a listen, the entirety of the lyrics are very powerful but I didn't want to put all of them up there. www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmVAWKfJ4Go

 

Anyways, I hope you guys like this one, thanks for your patience lol.

www.holyspiritspeaks.org/videos/sovereignty-over-everything

 

The Recital of Almighty God's Word "The One Who Holds Sovereignty Over Everything"

 

Almighty God says, “ He is the One who has never been beheld by man, the One whom mankind has never known, in whose existence mankind has never believed, yet He is the One who breathed the breath into mankind’s ancestors and gave life to mankind. He is the One who supplies and nourishes mankind for its existence, and guides mankind up to the present day. Moreover, He and He alone is whom mankind depends on for its survival. He holds sovereignty over all things and rules all living beings beneath the universe. He commands the four seasons, and it is He who calls forth wind, frost, snow, and rain. He gives mankind sunshine and brings the coming of night. It was He who laid out the heavens and earth, providing man with mountains, lakes and rivers and all the living things within them. His deed is everywhere, His power is everywhere, His wisdom is everywhere, and His authority is everywhere. Each of these laws and rules are the embodiment of His deed, and every one of them reveals His wisdom and authority. Who can exempt themselves from His sovereignty? And who can discharge themselves from His designs? All things exist beneath His gaze, and moreover, all things live beneath His sovereignty. His deed and His power leave mankind with no choice but to acknowledge the fact that He really does exist and holds sovereignty over all things. No other thing apart from Him can command the universe, much less can it ceaselessly provide for this mankind. Regardless of whether you are able to recognize the deed of God, and irrespective of whether you believe in the existence of God, there is no doubt that your fate lies within the ordination of God, and there is no doubt that God will always hold sovereignty over all things. His existence and authority are not predicated upon whether or not they can be recognized and comprehended by man. Only He knows man’s past, present and future, and only He can determine the fate of mankind. Regardless of whether you are able to accept this fact, it will not be long before mankind witnesses all of this with his own eyes, and this is the fact that God will soon bring to bear. Mankind lives and dies under the eyes of God. Mankind lives for the management of God, and when his eyes close for the final time, that is also for the very same management."

from The Word Appears in the Flesh

 

This shot was taken soon after we got to the top of Lookout Point (and after I had caught my breath). This young man and his son were sitting and enjoying the view. The light and sun were good for this shot.

 

This is a 3x HDRI, handheld (yeah I know, use a tripod). It was sharpened and then Orton. I added a few touches and signed it.

 

To the young man in the picture, email me and I'll send you a print.

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"Looking back of the beginning of this

And how life was

Just you and me loving all of our friends

Living life like an ocean

But now the curent slowly pulling me down

It's getting harder too breath

It won't be to long and I will be the one under

Can you save me from this?

 

Cause it's not my time I'm not going

There's a fear in me it's not showing

This could be the end of me

And everything I know

Ooohh but I won't go

 

I look ahead too all the plans that we made

And the dreams that we had

I'm in a world that try to take them away

Oh but I'm taking them back

Cause all of this time I' we been just too blind to understand

What you matter to me

My friends is laughing and it's not what we have

It's what we be live in

 

Cause it's not my time I'm not going

There's a fear in me but it's not showing

This could be the end of me

And everything I know

But it's not my time I'm not going

There's a will in me and now I know that

This could be the end of me

And everything I know

Ooohh but I won't go

I won't go

 

There might be more than you be live

(There might be more than you be live)

There might be more than you can see

 

But it's not my time I'm not going

There's a fear in me it's not showing

This could be the end of me

And everything I know

But it's not my time I'm not going

There's a will in me and now it's gonna show

This could be the end of me

And everything I know

Ooohh

 

There might be more than you be live

(There might be more than you be live)

There might be more than you can see

 

But I won't go

No I won't go down

Yeah"... !!!

  

Do you know, when spring begins? The formal start is: 1st of march (meteorological ), 20th of march 2017 (astronomical), or - without a fixed date - the phenological, which refers to the blooming of several plants. de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fr%C3%BChlingsanfang

 

Here in Tyrol another type of start is common: the Olfactory Beginning of Spring. You'll smell it everywhere as soon as the farmers are able to dispense the slurry over their meadows. But a capture is not easy to make. Most of the time it's to late to take a picture, when you smell it, the tractor is to far away, it looks like bullshit, the light isn't fine, the background not fitting . . .! But that day I was in luck! (Captured with 195 mm equivalent focal length from a safe distance.)

  

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Wann ist eigentlich Frühlingsanfang? Offiziell gibt es den meteorologischen (01. März), den astronomischen (20. März 2017) und den phänologischen (an der Blüte bestimmter Pflanzen orientiert). de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fr%C3%BChlingsanfang

 

Hier in Tirol gibt es jedoch noch einen weiteren: den olfaktorischen Frühlingsanfang. Man riecht ihn allerorten, sobald der Zustand der Wiesen es den Bauern ermöglicht, die Wintergülle ausbringen. Vor die Linse bekommt man ihn allerdings kaum. Denn wenn der Geruch in die Nase steigt, ist es für ein Foto meist zu spät, oder der Traktor unerreichbar weit weg. Oder er sieht Sche...e aus. Oder das Licht ist doof, der Hintergrund grauslich . . .! An diesem Tag aber hatte ich Glück! (Fotografiert mit effektiv 195mm KB-äquvalent aus sicherer Entfernung.)

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"The mission was founded on All Saints' Day November 1, 1776, by Spanish Catholics of the Franciscan Order. Named for Giovanni da Capistrano, a 15th-century theologian and "warrior priest" who resided in the Abruzzo region of Italy, San Juan Capistrano has the distinction of being home to the oldest building in California still in use, a chapel built in 1782. Known alternately as "Serra's Chapel" and "Father Serra's Church," it is the only extant structure where it has been documented that the padre Junipero Serra celebrated mass. One of the best known of the Alta California missions, and one of the few missions to have actually been founded twice—others being Mission San Gabriel Arcángel and Mission La Purísima Concepción. The site was originally consecrated on October 30, 1775, by Father Fermín Lasuén, but was quickly abandoned due to unrest among the indigenous population in San Diego". Wikipedia

Inigo: If you want me to step out that's okay, I don't want to intrude...

 

Ser: No, please, I want you both here.

 

Inigo: Okay.

 

Ser: I know...I know that he did horrible...unforgivable things to so many people, and he would have hurt countless more had we done nothing. I know that we did the right thing, but...

A repost for today's holiday.

 

This is especially dedicated to all the good, the bad and the ugly fathers around the globe.

 

This was my winning entry to the 72nd Pinoy Kodakero PP Challenge titled "Father and Son" three years ago.

 

In all honesty, I truly believe that this is a very good image for today's Father's Day.

 

I miss my dad who left us more than 20 years ago. And my mom followed him for 4 years now. I really love both of them and I still can hear their guiding voices. I used their voices in bringing up my kids for me not to be a perfect father but to raise my kids as good citizens.

 

I had only one father. His name was LOPE. Well, there's another one up there. But the one down here before was one good father. Only once did he scold me. Yes, ONCE. I was about 6 years old then and my dad was knocking on the door. I was the only one at home, and never bothered to open it. I was playing with my humongous toy firetruck that he gave me. He was so furious and panicky that he was able to open the door by kicking it. He saw me there, right there, callous and unmindful, never stopped playing with my new toy. You probably could have guess what happened next. Or not. He didn't shout. He was mad. I knew from his eyes. But he just grabbed and carried me with his arms and then, he hugged me. He said, don't ever do that again to me. I thought something happened to you. I was so scared at first, but later on, I felt the love. I thought I saw some tears in his eyes. And it was really not scolding. That was just what I felt then. From there on, I was a changed boy and turned me into a father I am right now. Up to this day, I am still trying to emulate him.

 

My tears flow while I was writing this.

 

This beautiful picture was provided by Karen for the competition, a fellow flickr friend.

 

Originally posted here: www.flickr.com/photos/kros/2548294713/

__________________

MY CURRENT STATUS:

 

First, I really miss you. All of you who supported me in so many ways.

 

This post, I hope, will mark my revival.

 

I lost my confidence when I was writing my HDR UNLEASHED ( www.flickr.com/photos/kros/4279193317/ ) book.

 

I can't finish it cuz I feel like my English is too kindergartenish.

 

I want to publish it but with at least a decent English.

 

Probably, a help from friends could make me finish this project.

 

I will try to post new pictures just to announce that one father on flickr is still alive.

 

I hope you still recognize me.

  

FOR SOME REASON, I've been popping in and out on FACEBOOK than on FLICKR.

 

Check me on FACEBOOK ( www.facebook.com/kkros2 ) and you'll find some new KK images. Will post them here.

 

__________________

 

I got to unleash my UNLEASHED HDR book. It's something I want to leave before I join my dad and my mom. At least, I know that I will be remembered through my pictures and my book when I'm gone. I still want to become a well known artist before I say goodbye.

 

And so, as someone said, I have a dream.

 

Till next.

 

Paris, FR

 

The Jardin du Luxembourg, or the Luxembourg Garden, located in the 6th arrondissement of Paris, was created beginning in 1612 by Marie de' Medici, the widow of King Henry IV of France, for a new residence she constructed, the Luxembourg Palace. The garden today is owned by the French Senate, which meets in the Palace. The park, which covers 23 hectares, is known for its lawns, tree-lined promenades, flowerbeds, the model sailboats on its circular basin, and for the picturesque Medici Fountain, built in 1620.

I am big fan of Bon Iver and hooked on their new song Heavenly Father.

 

Heavenly Father - Bon Iver

 

Ever since i heard the howling wind

i didn’t need to go where a bible went

but then you know your gifts seemed heaven sent

just lead me to a choler, dad, thats the thing

 

i don’t know how you house the sin

but you’re free now

i was never sure how much of you i could let in

am i free now

won’t you settle down baby here your love has been

heavenly father

it’s definitely lava

why you don’t carry other names

 

heard about a day where it dropped the Know

to go another day as we learn to close

cause I’m a known coward in a coward wind

but you’re free now

you turn around now and you count to 10

to see you go now

 

well i know now honey that i can’t pretend

heavenly father

is whose brought to his autumn

and love is left in end

i just been up here for god damn years

can you see now?

filling up hulls with god damn fears

 

i am free now

i know about it darling i been standing here

heavenly father

is all that he offers

a safety in the end

 

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Also know as Craggy Island parochial house. Went to see my nan in deepest darkest Ireland. Didn't take to many pictures as the only things to see within 50 miles are a cliff and some rocks and the weather was wet and grey (as it usually is). I did however make a short pilgrimage to Father ted's house which is just down the road from my nans.

 

For the uninitiated heres a short clip

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=B34ydLx706s

 

Can watch full episodes here

 

www.youtube.com/show?p=kyWJHHHIxwM&tracker=show_av

  

Happy Father's Day, everyone!

 

Back to posting after missing yesterday. I was so absolutely tired the previous evening, that I just didn't manage to find and edit photos to post early yesterday morning. I know part of the reason is lack of sleep, but I have felt overwhelmingly tired since getting back from Trinidad & Tobago. I need to get more sleep and then see if that helps. If not, I guess it is always possible that I picked up something during our trip.

 

These are two of three Great Horned Owl owlets, seen yesterday, 17 June 2017, when five of us went east of the city for the day, to visit our friend, Shirley, at her seasonal trailer. A third owlet was perched on a nearby branch and Mom was in the same tree. Dad was keeping watch over his beautiful family from a nearby tree. Apparently, there had been a fourth owlet, but it died the other day. I always find it amusing to see how different young owls are from each other. It makes them look like they have very different personalities. Just a few seconds ago, I looked at the somewhat darker patch low down in front of the owl on the right and discovered that this owlet is grasping a small bird in its talons! Fancy that!

 

Most of our birding was done at and near Shirley's trailer site, including seeing this wonderful owl family, two Killdeer and their nests, a Baltimore Oriole, and (finally!) a pair of Brown Thrashers. I had hoped for several years to see one of these birds, so it was a real treat to see a 'lifer'. It was far away and so high up, but I managed to get a couple of shots just for the record.

 

As we were walking around the grounds, two ladies stopped us and showed us some baby birds that they had had to remove from the engine of their vehicle, as they needed to drive. They wondered if we knew what kind of birds they were, but we were unable to help. I posted a photo of them this morning, just in case someone can ID them. The ladies had a bird house that they were going to put the babies into, hoping that the parents would hear them calling and be able to continue feeding them.

 

Thank you so much, Shirley, for inviting us all out to visit you while you were there for the weekend! It was such a pleasure to see some of "your" birds that you enjoy so much. Such a great variety of species! Wow, what a lunch we had, sitting at a table under the Tree Swallow tree, with a very vocal American Robin just a few feet away. How DO birds manage to sing non-stop?! Hot chili made by Shirley, and a whole array of delicious salads and desserts left me feeling full till the early evening.

 

Many thanks, Anne B, for picking up three of us and for driving us east across the prairies. Hugely appreciated!

Happy Father's Day, Dad (84)! Best Wishes for a Wonderful Day!

 

So you know, we have "Big Birds" in Florida, with wide wingspans.

Not too many Eagles, but plenty of Great Blue Herons, Great Egrets, Limpkins and Wood Storks. All big birds! This year, the Wood Storks are dominating! This wetland area here in Palm Beach County has dozens of Spring Wood-Stork nests! Has been fun to observe.

 

I stopped by today to see how all the new arrivals are doing and was greeted by dozens of juveniles standing, testing out their new wings with "hops" and sometimes venturing out for short "test-flights". But where were all the adults, this hot afternoon? Having coffee? No, they were all soaring high overhead, almost willing the young juveniles to take flight, showing them - Look, this is how it's done! Get away from the TV! (OK, the nest) And put those cell phones down! LOL

 

This adult (above) was huge. Six foot wingspan, with the bright South Florida sun shining right through its wings! Was a fun (hot) afternoon.

Backlit Wood-Stork ~ South Florida ~ Delray Beach, Florida U.S.A.

 

************************** New Stork City ****************************

 

(four more photos 'from this nest site' in the comments)

 

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The wood stork is a large American wading bird in the stork family. It appears all white on the ground, with blackish-gray legs and pink feet. In flight, the trailing edge of the wings is black. The head is dark brown with a bald, black face, and the thick down-curved bill is dusky yellow. Juvenile birds are a duller version of the adult, generally browner on the neck, and with a paler bill. The bare head and the long bill, which can measure up to ten inches in length, render the wood stork distinctive from other large waders in its range.

 

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wood_Stork

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

 

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

 

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.

Hermann Hesse

  

Thanks to Lenabem Anna for texture

 

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The trees are all so naked now.....

  

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