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It is a common belief amongst those who do not know the Iditarod well enough, that the mushing dogs are abused. I wish to prove you wrong through my writing and photography. 🙂
“The dogs are forced to run!” If you have watched, or been to, the Iditarod, you’ll know that these dogs are BARKING like crazy!! You can barely keep them FROM running! In fact, it is the people who hold the dogs who are forced to run!
Some media has said, “The dogs are starving for attention.” Well, this is just not true! The mushers get so attached to their dogs, that if one very gets hurt or dies, they are heart broken and say that “…it’s just not the same if you don’t cross the line with all the dogs.” The mushers know all their dog’s names, even if their is over fifty; and before the race, they take time to whisper to and let each dog. At the check-points, the dogs are massaged until they are sleepy! All of the mushers and dogs are extrealmy attached— that includes mouth-to-mouth licking! And we all know, an animal will do whatever they can to make you pet them more, right?
The mushers never push their dogs, letting them run at their own pace and resting if that is what is needed. A few years ago, on guy was coming in first; but his dogs were just not able to keep up the past, so he didn’t push them…settling in for third. Their dogs are MUCH more important than the race. A lot of the mushers just do the race for the beauty of Alaska and the thrill of the solitude and bonding with the dogs.
Most people are used to seeing 20 pounds over weight house dogs. Mushing dogs are just very fit, just as Olympic athletes are; and the dogs are purposely bred small so they can run faster. A lot of them are also bred with greyhound, which are actually very thin dogs.
Now that we have those out of the way, shall we just enjoy a few pictures of these gloriously happy dogs? 😀
I would highly recommend this documentary on the history of the Iditarod. I watched it this week, and the stories behind are very interesting! Be ready to have tissues and a table to slam your fist on;
Oh curse these hands! / They didn’t heal you!
I had hoped we’de be happy; / But that dream’s too far gone
Lying in a pool of blood; / This gun in my hand. / I killed you with it
Can I take back what I see? / You broke my heart and now you’re gone…
I don’t know why I did it/ You shouldn’t have pushed! / But I was wrong to seek you out
I close the door – leaving the dark to engulf you in. / oh they find me. / Little demons ripping at my heart.
You stay where you are / Don’t come alive. Don’t seek me / I’ll only tear you…apart
I still love you, but I’ve seen what I have become / I’ll change; so not to hurt / But it’s too late for us / Pack up your blood, and travel where you’ll be loved.
I won’t miss…you
It’s a lie
I often find myself writing things like this; I haven’t yet figured out why these works are called! Sometimes I have a vague idea of what I’m writing; but more often the words just flow from me and I don’t really know what I am writing. Afterward, when the flood is gone, I’ll look back over what I wrote, edit it, and then a story behind the words comes to my mind. I think that most of them are from God, as I feel I could ever write these on my own whim!
THE STORY BEHID THE WORK: The ‘writter’ is a woman, standing in a cement room with barred one window that lets blue light seep a little bit through. There is a metal door behind the woman who stands in full black leather…a pistol in her hand. At her feet is someone – a man- laying in his face, dark chrism pooling in a circle around him.
The woman comes from this story I read in Prepeairing to be A Healp Meet by Debi Pearl (link at end of post) and there was a woman who had torn her husband up and down with her words and attitudes until he decided to leave her. Long story short, he ended up finding another to love, who would treat him better.
So in my writing, the killer is a woman, who, represents a wife who has ‘killed’ her man by the words she used.
“Oh curse these hands!” She was supposed to be his helper, to comfort and, we’ll, help him and build him up. But she never used this great gift for him.
“Little demons riling at my heart.” Was originally going to be the police seeking her out; but then I decided it to be memories of what she’s done and the guilt.
“You stay where you are / don’t come alive….” She does not want her man to come back to her; she knows that though she has changed, she wants him to go some where else and be loved. By someone else who will not make the same mistakes that she did and ruin him again.
“I still love you…” Though she loves him desperately, it is the same story as above. She promises to change, but just cannot take the risk of him coming back to her again.
“Pack up your blood….” He has another that will love him; and the woman encourages him to do so. Though she will be angry at him, she just does not want to hurt the man again; let another do what she never did.
I was leaning up against shelves of folded tank tops in Walmart, pushing the shopping cart slightly back and forth with my toe; trying not to look too crazy with TEN loafs of bread, FOUR jugs of milk, SIX dozen eggs, FOUR cases of water (the pipes are full of rust from previous earthquakes.) and a thousand other items that stacked well above the cart while I waited for my Mom to come…. with the second cart. (Struggles of a large family 🙈) An old, bending man came down the isle I was in; pushing his heavy wife in her wheelchair – and a full shopping cart in the other hand! He was rushing around grabbing all the things his wife demanded for him to grab or for her to look at. I was thinking about how sweet this man was, specially as he seemed to be in more pain than his wife in the shopping cart! but I was shocked, his wife was yelling at him and constantly berating him, telling him that he never did anything right and how (litteraly) stupid and irritating he was! She was acting like SHE was better than him and he was stupid. (Often the view of men these days) He husband was being so sweet and not uttering a sing word the interest time, but just going back to the same shelve five times or more until the woman dedcided exactly what color she wanted. I really wanted to just go up to her and say, “If you spent less time trying to fix your man, and just enjoy him for who he truly is; you’ll both be so happy!” Regretfully, I let fear overcome me and I wanted them both leave. I waited for another ten minutes before mom came, in guilt at having missed such an obvious moment form God; then asked him to forgive me and somehow let that woman know the truth!!
Serksuly, nothing more needs to be said; If you STOP trying to FIX you man, and just ENJOY him for who he IS; then you’ll both me SO much more happy! Please, notice how sweet your man TRULY is ladies! It’s always irking me the way society treats men these days; they really are truly trying! Let’s not murder them with our actions and words, and use these hands that were placed in their’s that white day. 🙂
And now some of my photography of Dad (sense I’m not married lol) to express this post….
Preparing to be a Help Meet: http://nogreaterjoy.org/blogs/preparingtobeahelpmeet/book/
No Greater Joy: https://nogreaterjoy.org/
New Orleans Preaching Trip: https://youtu.be/HXlMY3cXJK0
Speak Life: https://youtu.be/ZeBv9r92VQ0
Thank you for taking the time to read ya’ll!
~My Life as a Photographer
With graceful fingers he perfectly sculpted the nose to do everything that would keep our lungs beating, pumping the oxygen he also created through the blood and to our heart. With his p mouth he pushed his very own breath into the start of humanity.
Watching, with of so much love He knew they wouldn’t ever grasp, God looked apon the very start of the human race; look forward to spending eternities with his most prized possessions.
Look, if this dude literally created us from a rib and dust, with His own fingers, then can’t he plan our destinies?
We are always so worried about what our futer will hold, and how to get there and accomplish our life’s calling. Why can’t we put our very lives into the palm that held our heart on Day One?
We get upset when things in our life don’t go the way that we want; when we cannot understand what’s happening, or see things in the world that bother us and make us question our creator. While you should totally have questions; just think of this- if God was wise enough the create every vein to do its biddding, the sun to be the perfect distance away from the earth so that life will perfectly grown; the eyes are more complicated than a while octopuse— He created this very body that you are living; can’t He, for Pete’s sake, know what He’s doing with His world, and YOU?
Find more answers in the captions below some of my photography that expresses God’s creation and perfection.
“Will not the Judge of all the earth do right?”
“Do you think anyone is going to be able to drive a wedge between us and Christ’s love for us? There is no way! Not trouble, not hard times, not hatred, not hunger, not homelessness, not bullying threats, not backstabbing, not even the worst sins listed in Scripture:
They kill us in cold blood because they hate you. We’re sitting ducks; they pick us off one by one.
None of this fazes us because Jesus loves us.”
“So, what do you think? With God on our side like this, how can we lose?”
Have you ever had light so perfect or a subject so spectacular that you just couldn’t ignore your camera staring at you from the bag? (How did it get out)
Yesterday, I had so many things to do, (shower, write 4-11 pages in my novel, make a video etc..) But when I saw Ashly sitting in the windowsill and the winter light becoming softer; I just couldn’t pass up this moment!
Even though I had a million other things to keep me busy, I paused and captured an amazing moment by just stopping and focusing what was in front of me.
We’ve all heard, and read, those people telling us to put our devises down, slow down, and enjoy the little things in life. Well, it does happen to be true; evidence is in these pictures…
So let’s just slow down sometimes and enjoy what God has put right in front of our eyes – these moments won’t always be here; and you’ll cry later in life when you discover that you missed then. Save your tissues please. 😜
When I was little, Valentine’s Day was all about making cards for my friends, (boys included, because we were just little.) and siblings. I would look foreword to this day with anticipation; spending hours in glitter glue, feathers, paper and powdered glitter. Red, pink, purple and yellow swirled around me as I was lost in the joy of finding the perfect words to describe the person to whom the card belonged. I use to say that every Valentine’s Day seemed to only get better!
Then there was the year we were too poor to afford all the valentine materials. So we “skipped” that year. Then another and another…then we moved, so I didn’t have any new friends. (Changed countries!) When I finally did make friends, I was 13 (seriously girl!) and made some for my friends; though I felt too shy and awkward to hand them out—good thing!
Now I’m 16, and because I’ve decided to not date, waiting for the man God has for me; I’m alone on valentines. ( which is awesome cause I get all the chocolate to myself and get the entire bed while I watch a movie) While hearts are flying, and people a’kissing, I’m eating cupcakes alone. Well, not entirely alone. My siblings are all here; so I’m working to make memories for them, like the ones I had.
I feel, as a child, Valentine’s Day is so innocent and fun. We can have candy and cards without poeple singing “sit’in in a tree!” When we become teenagers, this heart day can eather be a super romantic day, a day to finally tell your crush you like him/her, or it can really suck because no one likes you. But, eh, for those of us who aren’t wanting to spend all day kissing and giving ourselves away— we’ll eather hide with a red pillow, stuffing our faces with over-priced chocolate or; hang out at home, making memories for others, like I am. 🙂
Please do not think that I am one of the many, today, morning singleness! In fact, I am rejoicing! I am very happy to be spending my life with the one who will never let me down; never leave me, brings me flowers every day!, Has a new and different gift at every turn, will never use me unrightly. Wrote me love letters that never get old and have more power than anyone else! He loves me exactly the way I am and look, thinks I’m beautiful every day and never tires of me! He is my rock and soul comforter, and, oh so much more! God is my very closest friend, and laying my purity is his palm, I am not only saving myself from som much and a girly for the one He has for me; I am honoring the one I love the most! Even if I never marry, or do, I am ultimately living for the one who DIED for me, and I could never love or repay him back enough, so living my life fully for God each day is the only thing I can do! Of course, He doesn’t want us to repay Him, it was a free gift! but I love Him so so much that I can’t help but want to please Him! Just as two lovers are interested in everything of each other and want to make the other happy and are compleatly content in their arms, so am I in the arm’s of the One who will never ever leave or forsake me!
Here is a series of photos from other photo shoots (that you can find in my other blogs) that all have hearts. 🙂 I hope you enjoy this little bit of love from my camera and I. 💜
“My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” -Psalm 73:26
“What do they think of me?”
“Is my laugh too awkward?”
“If I wear these shoes that I like so much, will it get me out of the cool-group and in with the losers?”
“Why is he staring at me like that? Is there something wrong with how I look?”
“Did I say all the right things? What if I sounded like a weirdo or a dork?”
“Why are my legs so fat and all the others in the world are wonderfully slim?”
“Oh my gosh, why won’t this acne go away and be smooth like my friend’s faces?!”
“Am I worth anything?”
“Am I enough…?”
Self Image. It’s something we all have, or are, struggling with. We spend hours, and loads of money and time to make sure we look ‘good’; have all the trending styles, name brand clothing, long lashes, thin bodies…and all for what? So we can feel and look like everyone else?
How many times have we walked to the mirror and sighed? How many times have we caught a glimps of ourselves against someone else and been depressed and angry with our appearance for the rest of the week? We look at others for our comfort or image. When there is someone who is ‘larger’ or ‘uglier’ than us, we look at ourselves and think, “oh, well, I don’t actually look so bad!” We strut off to the beach to display our ‘newly found beauty’ and ‘image’…only to find everyone else is gorgeously tanned and thinner than life! We wrap a towel around ourselves and slink back into the shadows…rejected and ugly once again. Sound familiar?
Many people fall into depression, commit suicide, ruin thier faces by loads of “cover-ups”, spend thousands of dollars on surgeries that they later regret…not being satisfied with how we look leads to the deepest, darkest, pits of life; all because we let others tell us how our bodies, faces, and hair, should look.
What if we were to stop sighing in the mirror; walk into a store with confidence; sit amongst a group of people and not worry about our laughter and thighs? Just be OURSELVES and LOVE how our image appears—because it is YOU!
Now, it is okay to lose some weight if we are TRULY overweight, change a bad trait in our personality, wanting to get more muscle, grow our hair out and straighten or curl it; wearing makeup is even fine. But so long as all this doesn’t become our MAIN focuse; something to hide under and change ourselves into something we truly are not. You were created with a purpose, and your creator (what He thinks of us matters The Most!) says that he will, “… hold you in his hand for all to see— a splendid crown in the hand of God.” If we can find our true self image, who we are; our confidence in God, then it will never be lost! We can always know who we are are in His hand, and trust him that ALL His works are wonderful. And we can praise Him for that!
These are unedited, unairbrushed, no filters or thinned pictures of myself. YOU don’t have to edit your pictures every time, just be confident in WHO YOU ARE and YOUR SELF-IMAGE!
“Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed,” says the LORD, who has compassion on you.”
Pictures can canpture a thousand words, as the saying goes. Words can transporting us to different times and worlds; bringing nations together, or tearing them apart. Words are powerful; but a picture can sometimes speak more than all the words in the world can.
Pictures capture an art; the art of the person in front of the lense, their feelings. It can capture the feel of mystic lakes and mountains. Tell a story through eyes. Pictures speak where words cannot.
Just like photos, mountains are a thing to be seen and marveled at. They “ask us to ponder our inner being.” As Jane Kirkpatrick said in her book “Everything she didn’t say.” Mountains also draw us to find their creator—God. Through mountains, people, sense the dawn of time, have found consoles in them. That is why I wish to share a glimpse of the mountains I breath under with you…
“How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, “Your God reigns!” -Isaiah 52:7