Thanks for the comment, and the like, Geron!
Philosophically speaking, though, would it not be true to say that ugliness only really exists inside our minds?
And, as for nature doing it better, could it be argued that all things, including both mankind and the dreaded coronavirus, are part of nature?
Sorry, just idle musings on my part. Although they make me think of this piece I wrote a number of years ago...
A tough lesson, though...
But it's true that often we don't appreciate what we have, until it is taken away from us. But I remain hopeful that we'll get them back eventually.
The latest offering from the Marsh Family is this crazy 18 minute video showing the many times things went wrong during the last year as they attempted to keep the world amused with their various home made videos.
But what I really love about it is that, even when one or other of the family members throws a tantrum, never once do they seem to really fall out with each other.
❤️
There are a couple of countries looking at the vet option
it seemed like a joke at first but they know how to use a needle
I'm reminded of something that one of my teachers at grammar school back in the 1960's once told us about his squadron being vaccinated before being deployed abroad during WWII. When he expressed surprise that he felt no pain whatsoever from the needle when his turn came, the person administering the vaccine replied "Well, I'm a veterinary surgeon. My usual patients have a tendency to kick or bite me if I hurt them with the needle."
Well, it's after 1:00am here, so I reckon I should head to bed.
Good night, all.
The following song was played a while back on one of the Irish radio stations I like to listen to late at night, and some of the lyrics made me think of what we have all had to put up with for the past twelve months. So I thought I'd share it with you.
We're sailing on a strange boat
Heading for a strange shore
We're sailing on a strange boat
Heading for a strange shore
Carrying the strangest cargo
That was ever hauled aboard
He has that. I've know him since before he could even talk. It's been a privilege to have been part of his life and watch him grow into the wonderful young man he has become.
Well all good things must come to an end, and here's my final offering in my challenge to take and upload a new black-and-white/monochrome photograph every week for 52 weeks. It shows the damage done by years of unchecked growth of ivy and Russian vine to one of the two stone sheds in my lower garden.
The next challenge is unlikely to start until the camera club is able to hold its meetings in person again, which won't happen until later in the summer/autumn at the earliest. However, I do have an inkling of an idea that may enable me to continue delighting (annoying?) you all with a new photograph every Friday until the new 52/52 challenge starts...
Hi there, Page.
He's no longer a little fellow.
Although he has grown up to be a very handsome man, I suspect he would be mortified to be called cute these days...
I have a home made beef stew slowly simmering on the stove. It's filling the kitchen with a heavenly aroma, and I'm looking forward to when it's ready.
Here's a photo I took thirteen years ago today of a friend's son on a visit to an eagle sanctuary not too far from where we live.
That young lad, who is the older brother of one of my two "male strippers", is now 22 years old. The family is part of my social bubble under the current Covid-19 restrictions here in Ireland.
Webpage of the eagle sanctuary:
http://eaglesflying.com/
Got some work done in the garden. But it's raining quite hard now. Also turned quite colder in a fairly strong wind. Currently about 7°C/45°F, but feeling more like -2/28. Warming my hands around a mug of hot coffee at the moment.
But you know what they say about cold hands...