This dog knows his food….
And these refuse their baths
As much as I like blogging… it has been really nice… just processing photographs and uploading them to Social Media… Many years ago I joined 500px and never really posted much to it… but with my new work flow from Lightroom, I have been posting quite a bit to 500px. In fact I have now…
One of the things I like about Photography is processing an image… I like to see what it looked like before I started to do my edits and what the final image looks like.. so with that in mind I thought I would start hosting a mid monthly photography challenge, where you can send in your before and after photos and I will showcase them on this blog. The dates for this year will be as follows: 20th July 2016 – http://wp.me/p6HNfd-30i 17th August 2016 – http://wp.me/p6HNfd-30l 14th September 2016 – http://wp.me/p6HNfd-30n 19th October 2016 – http://wp.me/p6HNfd-30p 16th November 2016 – http://wp.me/p6HNfd-30r 14th December 2016 – http://wp.me/p6HNfd-30t Criteria for entering … Email your submissions to firstname.lastname@example.org Resize your pictures to 1000 pixels longest side Rename your files with Your Name – Month – Before (for your before image) and Name – Month – After (for your after image) Submit your entries by midnight (UK Time) on the Sunday before the date of the Challenge If
Take part in a Monthly Photography Challenge being hosted by RyanPhotography
One of the things I like about Photography is processing an image… I like to see what it looked like before I started to do my edits and what the final image looks like.. so with that in mind I thought I would start hosting a mid monthly photography challenge, where you can send in your before and after photos and I will showcase them on this blog.
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Well I am into day 3 of my Facebook Detox and so far I haven’t had to resort to the Doctors to get him to prescribe me a handful of these to take four times a day.😀😀
However, one thing I am most certain of… is that Facebook is nothing but bloody dramas and a playground for bullies and liars at times… Missing people’s pages trolled because they loathe the parents of a child…
Then throw in the ‘Feel sorry for me posts when there’s sod all wrong with me’ posts and you have situation of where you have to sit on your fingers and make them go dead, for fear of saying something truthful and causing a bloody argument..😀😀 And if you do manage to skip by those posts without posting a comment, you will probably end up 10 times as depressed as when you logged on.😀😀
And it definitely doesn’t do your health any good reading the ‘Give me Sympathy Posts’, especially if all you just want to say is, ‘FFS we all have our crosses to bear’.
Do I miss the ‘Re-post this and say Amen or you will have 40 years of bad luck or you will die in the night, if you don’t’? Hold on let me think there… got it….Definitely not!!! I have never been one for paying particular attention to chain letters as they were called in the past.. To be brutally honest, in my life… I have been the one to rip them up and throw them in the waste-bin, if I’ve had friends receive them and they didn’t know what to do. They are designed to scare you and to create fear and make you become just as sick and twisted through fear, by reposting them, as the person who started them off in the first place.
The sad reality of life… is that crap that hits you in life… sometimes is of your own doing. Maybe at times you need to stand back in life and accept responsibility for your actions, and why someone is peed off with you.. to put it bluntly.
Facebook isn’t all bad… and it wouldn’t be fair of me to say it was… but it is addictive.. and to be perfectly honest, why do I need to see a photo of someone’s breakfast? I have made some brilliant friends on Facebook… people who have shared my interest in Photography, people I have got to know through Forums and I am missing them… to say I’m not would be a total lie. And yes I do miss catching up with my real-life friends and family… I miss seeing their photos and having a chin-wag. Well there is always ‘WhatsApp’ for that.😀😀
Facebook can be a great place… to say find a missing child or adult… or a lost pet.. but the majority of times someone somewhere will have an opinion that is bound to rock the boat and a comment is posted purely to inflame matters.. To get two sides of differing opinions into a bloody battlefield of hate-spilled comments… And you know that comment which should never have been written for the public to read is purely posted by people just to get an argument going or to make someone feel crap about themselves And there comes a time when you just have to ‘Unplug and Breathe’.
Perhaps the saying ‘If you can’t say nothing nice don’t say nothing at all’ should be a motto for social media. And then we all might not want to go through the ‘Facebook Detox Programme’.
Will I make it into week two of this detox programme… God knows… I hope so.
A funny challenge to take part in
Challenge open Saturday 4th June 2016 – Friday 10th June 2016
Welcome to the Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge.
For those who have never dropped by before a new prompt is posted every Saturday morning at 9am GMT for you to interpret in any way the muse grabs you.
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Nobody can deny that the death of Harambe was tragic… but so would the death of a child should Harambe decide that child became a threat.
It is all too easy to blame the parents, but being a parent myself, with my hand on my heart, there has been times when my child became ‘slippery’ and just waited for that moment my back was turned to do his dastardly deed.
Yes the parents should have had more control.. especially if they knew their child was a high-spirited child.. but you can’t keep your eye on your child 24/7. There are times when you have to attend to another child or do something and your back in turned. And it is in that one split second your little rascal is off doing his own adventure.
We can blame the zoo for shooting Harambe without using a tranquilizer first.. but what would have happened if that dart had been shot and Harambe became agitated.. he could have killed that little boy… also if he was stumbling around he could have fallen on the little boy and crushed.
Gorillas are strong.. and I don’t think we as humans realise how strong they can be.. plus today we live in a society where we sue, sue, sue and sue some more.
If that child had been killed or maimed the parents could have and probably would have sued the zoo for not having adequate protection in order to protect the public from potentially dangerous animals.
Petitions have been flying around, demanding the parents get prosecuted… but a friend of mine said something on Facebook that really drove home … how children can wander off… they gave an example by saying
That they were going to a show, and no doubt there will be a place where you can collect your lost child… a place where you can take a child who is lost too… so that their parents can collect them should god forbid they did lose their child.. Should we have the Police and Social Services on hand at the ‘lost child contact point’ to prosecute them because their child has wandered off?
And even on beaches in my day… many a time you would hear tannoy announcements, asking for the parents of ‘so and so’ to go to certain place to collect their child.
It is easy for us to judge another person’s parenting skills… but what we must remember each and every one of us has had, if they are being truthful, one of those hearts in mouths moment with their child.. where you are so thankful nothing serious happened because our child did a dangerous thing.
In all of the petitions online over Harambe’s death the most thought-provoking one came from a petitioner called Ani who was upset at Harambe’s death but also upset that Harambe was held captive in a zoo.
It got me thinking deep and hard, because I like zoos. Have I been party to this animal’s captive suffering because I have paid money to visit a zoo? Should animals be kept in confined quarters and have the people keep gawking at them? Is it time we as a human race decided that zoos are places we shouldn’t have in society today? Should it be time for all animals, who wouldn’t be able to survive in the wild, to be sent to a sanctuary where they can live out their lives and roam freely without having members of the public shouting at them or gawking at them… or in the case of Harambe people screaming their guts out because a little boy had decided to go on what he felt like was as good adventure, when in fact it was the most dangerous thing he could do..
That child fell 10-12 feet… he was lucky that the fall didn’t kill him… it is so easy to blame the parents, the zoo handlers, uncle Tom Cobley and all, when perhaps we are to blame for paying good money to see animals caged up.
If you want to see Gorillas in their natural habitat perhaps it is time to start signing a petition to get the Gorillas sent to a sanctuary. We know they would never survive in the wild now.. and perhaps these breeding programmes to put more Gorillas back into the wild should be done away from the public’s eye. A place that is natural to the animal.. a place where they have far more space to roam freely, a place where they are not a human’s entertainment.
I signed the petition… will you?
Everyone needs a friend like Candace… she is brilliant… just love her energy… her sense of humour and she makes this world that is sometimes so full of woe such a light-hearted place to be…
And when she meets James Corden… things just get more funnier…
Harrowing story.. thanks for posting this
Oradour, a silent witness of Nazi atrocities.
The 2nd SS Pantser Division an elite division of the Nazi Waffen SS was stationed in Southern French waiting to be resupplied with new equipment and fresh troops. Their mission was to stop the Allied advance in the north. One of its units was the 4th SS Pantser Grenadier Regiment Commanded by Sylvester Stadler. While SS Storm ban fuhrer Adolf Diekmann commanded the 1st Battalion . Otto Weidinger was with the regiment for familiarisation.
Early on the morning of 10 June 1944, Diekmann informed Weidinger that he had been approached by two members of the Militia,a paramilitary force of the Visie Regime.
The Militia claimed “ a Waffen SS officer Helmut Kampfe is held hostage by the Resistance in Oradour a nearby village, captured yesterday by the Resistance group Maquis du…
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‘F**k the Geneva Convention’ when fighting the likes of ISIS. This country as seen many a war, we lived through two world wars, a Falklands war and an IRA terrorist campaign.. but never in my life have I heard such atrocities committed by a group since the holocaust of the second world war.
The Geneva Convention:
The Geneva Convention for the Amelioration of the Condition of Wounded, Sick and Shipwrecked Members of Armed Forces at Sea was adopted in 1906. It was significantly revised and replaced by the Second Geneva Convention of 1949. The Geneva Convention relative to the Treatment of Prisoners of War was adopted in 1929.
ISIS don’t take prisoners, they don’t treat them under the rules of the Geneva Convention and we hear new atrocities on a daily basis.
One story that today made me feel like saying ‘F**k the Geneva Convention’ was a story I read in the Mirror from earlier this month.
Sick ISIS militants fed a desperate mum the mutilated remains of her son – after telling her it was cooked meat and rice, it was claimed today.
The son had been captured and taken prisoner by Islamic State militants in Mosul, Iraq.
The worried mum then bravely visited the terror group’s headquarters in a bid to speak to her loved one.
ISIS fighters told the mum she should eat before seeing her son because she had travelled a long way.
However, after giving the mother cooked meat, rice and soup, she was horrified to be told she had just eaten her son.
Homosexuality can result in you being thrown from a building and then your corpse is stoned.
Barbaric monsters is all that I can call these ISIS fighters. Why should any soldier who is on the frontline fighting these monsters have a fear of being court martialled if they dare even look at a prisoner in the wrong way. These bastards don’t fight by the Geneva Convention, so, should we?
They have no intention of fighting fair, soldiers are beheaded
The six-minute clip shows the bearded ISIS member beheading three Peshmerga soldiers in an Iraqi street.
In the barbaric act , he slit the throats of the men knelt before him before cutting off their heads.
Their heads are then placed on top of their bodies in the middle of the road in Nineveh Province, Iraq.
The sickening video was apparently made to warn Kurdish forces, as it threatens ‘you will not be able to hold off the Islamic State’.
At one point in the clip, bystanders watch and cars drive by as the horrific act is carried out.
I don’t know the outcome of if, how and when ISIS will be defeated but one thing I do know is this… I am sick to death of hearing our politicians telling us to ‘carry on as normal’. It is not them that are grieving today because some lunatics run amok in Paris and killed innocent people, or families just coming to terms with the loss of loved ones and those injured in the Brussels attacks. Or those people who daily live in fear because they are under the rule of ISIS.
But by tearing up the rule book of the Geneva Convention whilst fighting the likes of ISIS, does it make us as barbaric as them? Or are we just too scared to say ‘If you abide by the Geneva Convention so will we, but the moment you breach it ..the gloves are off’?
Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the much older lady that she should bring her own grocery bags, because plastic bags are not good for the environment.
The woman apologized to the young girl and explained, “We didn’t have this ‘green thing’ back in my earlier days.”
The young clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations.”
The older lady said that she was right — our generation didn’t have the “green thing” in its day. The older lady went on to explain:
Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. But we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.
Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags that we reused for numerous things. Most memorable besides household garbage bags was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our school books. This was to ensure that public property (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags. But, too bad we didn’t do the “green thing” back then.
We walked up stairs because we didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.
But she was right. We didn’t have the “green thing” in our day.
Back then we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the throw away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts. Wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.
But that young lady is right; we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.
Back then we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.
But she’s right; we didn’t have the “green thing” back then.
We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blade in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.
But we didn’t have the “green thing” back then.
Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service in the family’s $45,000 SUV or van, which cost what a whole house did before the “green thing.” We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.
But isn’t it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn’t have the “green thing” back then?
Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smart ass young person.
We don’t like being old in the first place, so it doesn’t take much to piss us off… Especially from a tattooed, multiple pierced smartass who can’t make change without the cash register telling them how much.
The above has been circulating across the internet for months if not years… however I can remember those days as a child… we walked to school.. come rain or shine and each child in the playground had rosy red cheeks and you could see their hot breath a mile away because we walked to school in sub zero temperatures. We never got a day off because the school heating didn’t work.. we did our lessons with our hats and coats on as well as trying to grip a slippery pencil in our woollen gloves.
I came from a two up and two down house, bath night was Sunday when the copper went on and the tin bath was dragged in front of the open fire… the cleanest one got in first and the dirtiest one last. Strip washes all week… sitting on a draining board in a house that had no central heating and being scrubbed by our mothers.
Playtime was outside… in by the time it gets dark and the neighbours used to keep their eye on the kids in the street. You were told not to go near so and so and so you stayed away from what our parents called ‘dirty old men’.
And if anyone got chicken pox or measles that was it… you were sent to play with them .. best get it over and done with… however I never had the luck of others to get two weeks of sick from school… I caught the measles during the school holidays.😀😀
Germs were nothing to be afraid of and we weren’t dragged along to the doctors at the first sniffle.
And do you know what? We survived. And we definitely didn’t have this ‘green thing’ maybe because we used shank’s pony and we were a whole lot happier back then.