Menorise [men-oh-rIse]; the process of inculcation.

"I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm"
(Psalm 55;8)





























In Edinburgh, on looking out the window, this wood-pigeon was spotted; grabbing the Fudge and locking into 'advanced pop-out' mode, I stretched its lens and snapped away.  The snow was flurrying and the wind was scurrying and the poor bird was dodging those ice bullets!

More from this group of 'takes' on Tuesday.

7 comments:

  1. Awwwww it is all puffed up trying to keep warm... What a fine picture of winter wonder this is.

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  2. Poor Mr P Gin, he must be very cold!
    I luffs that picture and the caption is just pawfect for it!
    Loves and licky kisses
    Princess Leah xxx

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  3. Crikey ...... doesn't look like a place of shelter to me?? Not even a blanket, aye??

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  4. It looks cold and crisp, poor mr pidge.
    Merle........

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  5. Beautiful photo ~ love the dove all cozy and I hope warm ~

    Happy Weekend to you,
    artmusedog and carol

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