Tuesday, February 10, 2015

A Photographers Life

This is a photographers life. It's about 20 degrees outside. You decide to go outside and take pictures in the freezing cold. Your hand is almost solid rock. But your strong. You fight for your beautiful pictures! It was worth it! TOTALLY!

Hello everyone! I'm so sad cause I haven't posted much photography in a long time. Though everything is kind of dead. I didn't think I'd find much things to take pictures of but again like always God's marvelous creation impressed me again.
















 



                                                   These pictures I decided to edit. Do you like it?








                                                                        My backpack

 
I hope you liked these pictures. Before I go I want to share a couple bible verses I came across this week that I loved! 




BYE BYE! HOPE YOU LIKED!

Peace and Love,
                        Bernie;P

Friday, February 6, 2015

Foreign and Popular 3# part!!

Hello Peeps! Here is the third part to my story. If you have not read my other parts here is the first part and here is the second. Please comment below! I love to know someone is reading and thinking about it!

So as Popular said when she turned the age five she was captures by him. Foreign was taking a lovely stroll to the village to go buy eggs when Popular came in almost the same appearance as when she was a baby. His eyes looked like a young kid just saw a large lollipop. For sure he was ready to become father of Foreign. Of course because of Foreign’s curse she was not frightened or worries. For she put her tiny eyes in his face and loudly proclaimed,

“We don’t see visitors around here much. For I suppose you could be a new villager, but I haven’t even glanced at a familiar yet handsome face. For who are you anyway?”

“At this scene right now you don’t need to know just follow me and we can become friends.” Said Popular in a convincing sound.

“Maybe for a walk or some small serving of tea but I’m quite sure I wouldn’t want to just walk away with you anywhere, there was a long silence until she added, you know what. Why would I even consider thinking like such was? No! No! I shall not take a walk with you or even talk any more to you. Goodbye!” she added with an honoring curtsy.

“Oh please oh please don’t leave now. For I’m quite fond of your acquaintance. My lady, princess, anything for you to stay oh but just a second longer.”

“Well…..I-I should be back home now for I don’t know what to say to my Father and Mother if they ask me where the eggs are. I shouldn’t. Maybe another pleasant time like this?”

“Well….you could tell you Father that you simply forgot when you saw the beauty of the trees and you suddenly forgot such any things like buying eggs.”

“Well thank you for the advice I think I will right now. Goodbye! Again!”

“Now WAIT! Young princess if you would be so kind to meet me when the sun is coming down tonight. We could watch the stars appear. Oh and I’d enjoy meeting your parents to if they’d like. Please.”

“I’ll think about it. Oh by the way, what is your name? Mine is Foreign.”

“Mine is Popular, but please call me Fredrick. I’m not fond of my real name. Are we friends?”

“Friend very much indeed!”
 
Peace and Love,
                         Bernie;P

 

  

Monday, February 2, 2015

MY STORY PART II

Hey peoples! Here is the second part to my story/book. I don't really know. If you haven't read the first part yet here is the link right here. Please also give feedback! Thanks!



     When Cornelius finally died he decided to give Unknown the honor to be king the village he lived in. Like I said not long ago that village had no king or queen for many years because Cornelius’s sadness. Unknown was honored to be a king but honestly he didn’t want to be one. Though Cornelius was his very good friend almost like his second Dad. He surely knew life wouldn’t always please him nor would it always make his not regret accepting to be honored as king, but he lived life happily. He remembered every day to cherish what he has and not waste time on what you can have like money and fame. So now we told the story of Unknown becoming king let us now talk about Foreign.

    On the glorious day the whole Unknown villagers could see this baby Foreign little fairies like always went to grant her joyful gifts, talents, and ideas. It was a ginormous castle just for these kind of parties. Oh how these parties made Unknown and Unaware so happy to be queen and king. For the numbers grew every party and the happiness surely increased. Finally, the king got every single villager in attention and announced the coming of the three fairies granting their daughter Foreign three wonderful gifts. Everyone cheered and danced around while they heard this. For they had never experienced something so magnificent.

   As the splendid trumpet sounded as the chirpy fairies entered the castle the villages loudly whispered in their heads for they were so excited yet they wanted to hear the gifts so badly.

“Thank you queen Camilla Justice daughter of Sharanell and Camellia grandmother of Prince Crandall.” Unknown shouted.

The fairies were beautifully small like always. They were the ordinary fairies with joyful colors and beautiful smiles. After not much of silence one of the fairies whispered.

“I give Foreign the gift of-

Suddenly the door opened and another king came rushing in with a heavy and long robe on. Though he was very noticeable in appearance he also wore dark evil clothes and wore a horrid frown on his face.

“Oh don’t be afraid I’m only a king who wants to have a joyful time here too.” The king proclaimed.

By his voice Unknown realized it was his brother Popular after hearing his arrogant tone. A little afraid he stood up and asked him if he had any business to be here. Popular answered saying questionably,

“Well she is my niece. I bet she’ll become a beautiful girl. She’ll be just like her mother, but maybe a little like you of course. Very gentle and kind, but strong and brave, then she might have a little curiosity like her Dad and perhaps a tiny bit of foolishness too. That’s not the gift I’m giving her though. There’s far more bitterness.”

“You will NOT have any honor any gifts! For you think the only good gift you can get is fame and wealthiest, and you forget about the gifts that last longer.” By the time he was done Popular was almost done telling Foreign his treasures.

“She’ll have the gift of beauty oh yes surely she will, but she’ll never be afraid of anything. Please notice I’m not using a metaphor. Oh yes one more on the day of her third birthday she’ll feel a sudden urge to go outside in the woods and maybe fight some. When she does I’ll be waiting for her and I’ll pick her up and use her as my new slave and servant. Don’t bother taking her away to a deserted island either. I’ll be there waiting wherever she is.”
 
Peace and Love,
                         Bernie;P