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Like I said, black and white photography is my favorite.......until now, lol!
Stunningly beautiful photos! A bit of a story...I used to have a neighbor who raised peacocks and when he went away for his summer vacation I would look after them. He had an albino peacock, so unique and beautiful.
Like I said, black and white photography is my favorite.......until now, lol!
Stunningly beautiful photos! A bit of a story...I used to have a neighbor who raised peacocks and when he went away for his summer vacation I would look after them. He had an albino peacock, so unique and beautiful.
Love that picture, that sounds amazing they are the most striking creatures to look at.... I'm jealous haha did they get aggressive with you? I remember reading they can be a bit aggressive especially the males.
No, I never had one become aggressive. The peacocks were in a sophisticated pen and all I had to do was keep their food and water supply topped up. I never entered the pen at all. His vacations only lasted 4 or 5 days tops. He also raised chickens and I collected the eggs and took them home. Talk about delicious.
You know that sounds so idyllic Emma, it really does. Ooh Fresh eggs, nothing better especially a bacon and mushroom omelette. I'm hungry now
Great stuff again @Jcb ,
- the 'dead-end' 9 to 5 office worker is perfect.
I also admit to liking the nude lady statue.
It seems somehow urbane and worldly to say that,
but of course, our very first comfort in life was the breast, whether we are man or woman.
Anycase - I was never properly weaned.
(....that's my excuse....)
The little critters are also nice.
I don't like the young lady in the cage, surrounded by birds at all - you can probably guess why.
Great stuff Jcb.
I'll need to pull my photographic socks up now....!
That set of photos with the woman in the bird cage etc was how I was feeling, being trapped with noises you can't escape etc but I get what your saying jazz, hope all is good buddy
We didn't all grow up feeling loved.
Nobody gave us our birthright.
Life was an agony of loneliness.
The saddest children were those that had to pretend to be alright in order to survive further condemnation and punishment.
That was the true reality of our terribly sad little lives.
I am sorry - I do not want to bring anybody down here, but to preserve my own sanity, I know that I had to force myself to recognise the truth in order to survive.
At least the sadness was real.
There will be some on here who will recognise where I came from.
Nobody gave us our birthright.
Life was an agony of loneliness.
The saddest children were those that had to pretend to be alright in order to survive further condemnation and punishment.
That was the true reality of our terribly sad little lives.
I am sorry - I do not want to bring anybody down here, but to preserve my own sanity, I know that I had to force myself to recognise the truth in order to survive.
At least the sadness was real.
There will be some on here who will recognise where I came from.
So sorry if I made you feel sad Dave, it wasn't my intention at all.
Oh no, not at all Ema.
Sometimes I read posts by people with a lovely normal upbringing, and whereas I am happy for them, I know that my upbringing was exactly the opposite.
I then have a decision to make.
Do I leave the world believing that their experience is universal, or do I express myself.
I read on here of normal lovely people mourning the loss of a mother or father, with such poignancy, and again, I have the same dilemma.
My mother died when I was on holiday in Vancouver.
We had been out for dinner, and when we got back to Sylvia's parents house, my father in law said "You'd better sit down. I have bad news for you I'm afraid.
Your mother died of a heart attack today."
I felt strange. I walked into the other room to be alone, while I realised that I should be experiencing something, I felt nothing at all.
Like telling me some woman down the road had died.
My mother was far too mentally ill to engage in 'bonding' with me.
I brought myself up.
She was never, for even one day, my mother.
My mother died during the very first days of my life.
I don't even know where her grave is.
I have never visited it.
I don't hate her. I never knew her.
In all honesty, she could not help it.
Poor woman.
I hope you can understand some of this Ema.
It was a total tragedy for me.....which I survived.
Don't you dare feel bad now.
Dave xx
When we live with unwanted, undeserved, sounds in our heads these very sage words are not so easy to implement, I know.
But this is my goal, an approach which I practice on a day to day basis, with deep relaxation and meditation.....xxx
But this is my goal, an approach which I practice on a day to day basis, with deep relaxation and meditation.....xxx
@Jazzer yes that's a warming picture, I like the one where the bird is pooping on what I'm pretty sure is a wilder beast (I'm immature I know)
I've had this scenario twice Jcb.
As well as my music business I had a family business in fruit and floristry, with two shops, which I ran from 1962 to 2006 (44 years).
I was buying off of a fruit salesman at about 5:00 am in Covent Garden Market one morning, when a pigeon flew low over my head, and dropped his load all over my right shoulder.
The salesman who was a real 'card' looked at the scrambled egg on my epaulette and said,
"Cor look at that - second lieutenant!!"
The next time was even more impressive.
My quartet was playing in an open air shopping precinct in Dorking, Surrey, for a Bank Holiday weekend.
Usual thing. We would take requests, and play whatever the crowd asked for.
We rarely got caught out.
All of a sudden, a pigeon who I had been keeping a wary eye on, on the roof of the shop opposite, flew straight for me, and dumped all his ballast in my face, and covered my glasses.
He must have thought,
"I'll get that bastard - disturbing my roost!"
I couldn't see a damn thing, and had to stop in mid number.
My face and mouthpiece were covered.
The crowd roared their approval, and I obviously became, not only the bandleader, but also the cabaret.
One bright spark shouted out,
"You can't blame the bird mate,
.....he's obviously a music lover !!"
I'm sorry but when situations like this arise I'm no use, my first reaction is to laugh...... I laugh hard. To be honest I may have shouted something similar to you if I was there. The bird must of been truly loving your music or did a dirty protest haha
I Love that you ran fruit and floristry shops, nothing better than fresh fruit and vegetables and the smell of fresh flowers. You don't see many fruit and vegetable shops now, which is sad. I am lucky as there is a local farmer who does amazing fresh vegetables and some fruit not far from me.
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