Photos are shot by fools like me...

But only God can make a tree.

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Photos taken during and after the blizzard of 2010. Each is an amalgamation of several photos stitched together.

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It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God. (Heb. 10:31)

Your mama was pro life

Your grandmother was pro life;

so was your great grandmother;

your great, great grandmother was pro life;

your great, great, great grandmother was pro life;

your great, great, great, great grandmother was pro life;

your great, great, great, great, great grandmother was pro life;

your great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother was pro life;

your great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother was pro life;

your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother was pro life;

your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother was pro life;

your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother was pro life;

your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother was pro life;

your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother was pro life;

your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother was pro life;

your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother was pro life;

your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother was pro life;

your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother was pro life;

your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother was pro life;

your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother was pro life;

your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother was pro life;

your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great...great grandmother was pro life...



What a great group of women.


What will you be?


Why not be someone's great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great...great grandmother?

wenn ich sein Antlitz sehe...

Like father...


like son...


Think about it...


Won't you?

Still ist die Nacht, es ruhen die Gassen,
In diesem Hause wohnte mein Schatz;
Sie hat schon längst die Stadt verlassen,
Doch steht noch das Haus auf dem selben Platz.

Da steht auch ein Mensch und starrt in die Höhe,
Und ringt die Hände, vor Schmerzensgewalt;
Mir graust es, wenn ich sein Antlitz sehe -
Der Mond zeigt mir meine eig'ne Gestalt.

Du Doppelgänger! Du bleicher Geselle!
Was äffst du nach mein Liebesleid,
Das mich gequält auf dieser Stelle,
So manche Nacht, in alter Zeit?

groaner to ponder...ponder.

Hey Evodius!

Yeah, Gus?

Is a far cry the opposite of a simulacrum?


bwah-bwah...

...i Beba Medo!

This opening is classic.

Two more

He spreads snow like wool; frost he strews like ashes. (Ps. 147:6)



[B]efore his cold the waters freeze. He sends his word and melts them...Praise him, sun and moon. (Ps. 147:17-18; 148:3)

poster blog post of blog posts for this blog

Hast thou entered into the storehouses of the snow...



Out of whose womb came the ice; and the frost from heaven who hath gendered it? (Job 38:22;29)



Well watered are the trees of the Lord...



...the cedars of Lebanon, which he planted. (Ps. 103:16)



Praise the Lord from the earth...



...fire and hail, snow and mist (Ps. 148:7-8)


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Other seminal snow posts:
Check out a much younger cedar of Lebanon (last pic)!
And how about some good ol' hilarity
Continued
And...

Epigrammatic

Never call a stomach a tummy without good reason.

~ Strunk and White (from The Elements of Style)

Anything worth reading?

Is anything worth writing, worth writing even if no one ever were to read it?


I guess it would depend on what it is that is written and whether the writer himself reads it, not for whatever reason - of which we are wary - but worthily for the welfare of his and others' souls; were he rarely to read it, and were the writing to be puerile and prescinding from what is properly profitable to a person, I'd surmise it quite possible that the principle proved false.


clamantisne vox in deserto?

The better to teach you with...

So there I was, eating my chili in the Pryz, brushing up on De Ente by reading some of Mons. W's Metaphysical Themes when, speak of the separate substance, I look up and there he is standing by the soda fountain. --- Now what was that about a real distinction between essence and existence? I look no further.


My, what great cappello you have?

For a rainy day...

Although sometimes considered merely an old wives' tale cure-all for various afflictions, bundling up and wearing a hat - or even simply using an umbrella - has consistently been shown to be an effective home remedy for antenasal drip, even while battling the affliction at its source is still beyond modern science.

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What's the opposite of a lambdacism or lallation?

KAOS has no mercy

1:55-2:04!