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Day 229
Let sleeping cats lie
When a chap gets to the age of15 he needs his sleep! #portrait #afternoon #saturday #cat #animal #november #child #sleep #fur #p...
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Day 232
Memento Mori
Skulls (and crossed-femurs) are common symbols on old Scottish gravestones. Some would have it that they mark the graves of pirates but i...
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Day 233
For whom the bell tolls
Nunc Lento Sonitu Dicunt, Morieris (Now this bell, tolling softly for another, says to me, Thou must die.) From Devotions upon...
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Day 230
Requiem for a frost bitten fuschia
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis. Grant them eternal rest, O Lord, and let perpetual l...
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Day 234
Barnacles
Charles Darwin is well known for his meticulous work on the biology of barnacles. The romantic in me imagines him working away happily on th...
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Day 235
What big teeth you have!
Two views of a tooth of Megalodon meaning "big tooth", from the Ancient Greek megas "big, mighty" and odous, "tooth". Megalod...
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Day 236
A story of tallow, rifles and banknotes.
Beef and mutton tallow (rendered beef or mutton fat) are causing problems for the British once again. Back in...
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Day 237
A little Christmas cheer
In these days so full of bad news it is good to be reminded of the inherent kindness of most people. The account that follows...
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Day 238
Nature's velcro
Two tiny fruits of Galium aparine, commonly known as cleavers, clivers, goosegrass, catchweed, stickyweed, robin-run-the-hedge, sticky...
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Day 239
A beluga whale in Aberdeen
An utterly miserable day and all that I have managed to photograph is a photograph. The original photograph taken in 1884,...
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Day 240
What is life?
"Life was a funny thing that happened to me on the way to the grave." Quentin Crisp. English writer and raconteur extraordinaire. 1908-1...
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Day 243
Roman suace
"What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander." Marcus Terentius Varro. Roman author. The sauce that Marcus Varro had in mind would...
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Day 245
Meet the ancestors
I spent the afternoon in the old alma mater. Pottering around the Zoology Museum I bumped into one of the ancestors, admittedly a r...
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Day 246
The Bone Man
Another visit to the museum. Today, the skeleton of a python; a masterclass in skeleton preparation and articulation. #thursday #afternoo...
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Day 249
A Merry Christmas from way up north.
Christmas greetings to you all from my favourite Inuk. The hard black steatite carving of an Inuk (man) is the wo...
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Day 251
Myrrh
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume Breathes of life of gathering gloom Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying Sealed in the stone-cold tomb From the...
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Day 252
Frankincense
Incense owns a Deity nigh Prayer and praising, all men raising Worship Him, God most high From the American carol We three Kings of Orien...
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Day 253
Gold
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King forever, ceasing never Over us all to reign From the American carol We thre...
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Day 255
ils ne passeront pas!
They shall not pass, well not without first offering up a mince pie. More seriously, "ils ne passeront pas" were the final words...
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Day 256
Safely delivered
And sche bare hir first borun sone, and wlappide hym in clothis, and leide hym in a cratche, for ther was no place to hym in no chaum...
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Day 257
19 Crimes
Another Christmas day has come and gone with much giving and receiving of gifts. My daughter's partner presented me with this excellent bott...
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Day 258
Life continues
Christmas is only just past but the temperature in the North of Scotlad is in the teens, the air is still and the sky is cloudless and...
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Day 259
A fusion of cultures.
My Christmas gift to Mrs T, a cushion, arrived this morning. It took only 2 days to get from America to London Heathrow but then...
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Day 260
Continuing the tradition.
We have just been to see our younger granddaughter performing in the chorus in the pantomime Dick McWhittington at His Majes...
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