Pictorial Triumvirate.

This is a small collection of back cataloged pictures I've been meaning to blog up.
Enjoy.



Necessary?
I think not. Doesn't this just say something about the depths of paranoia society seems to have fallen to? Bureaucracy is the norm, it takes hold of every facet of the human condition. Paperwork for the use of the printer which you need to print off the verification to collect your ID card that is needed to operate the printer, age verification for pizzas, allergy advice on produce because somewhere within a 50 mile radius of the processing someone may have purchased a foil wrapped packet of peanuts on an airplane, needing to be 21 to buy a metal spoon because of drug use potential, yet only 18 to buy knives, which incidentally are involved in one of the fastest growing crime scenes in the UK. Is this irony, or just plain madness?

Let me explain this image a bit, give it a bit of context if you will. I was doing my weekly acquisition of sustenance in Sainsbury's and I can across this seemingly out of place piece of information. Upon further investigation I ascertained that it was not only in the pizza aisle, but all over the entire shop. Warning! You will be asked for identification! I could understand if this was placed with items where age verification will be required, that would be reasonable. It doesn't mean you'll get ID'ed for a pizza, it's just a warning for when necessary.

I still think it's mad.
God bless.



Little fella's lost.
What you're looking at here is a Red Admiral butterfly, or Vanessa atalanta of the family Nymphalidae, it's a common sight to our misty Albion in late Autumn, seen as heralding the coming of winter. Now, why the diatribe on butterflies I hear you wondering, well, what I'd like to draw to your attention is the backdrop of this particular picture. Red Admirals are fond of ivy flowers, and tend to gather near them. This one in particular was just outside the Thermae Bath Spa, right in the center of city, sat on the pedestrianised roadway, nowhere even close to those delectable ivy flowers he craves so much.

In that moment I felt a kinship of sorts with the little fella. He was, as this title states, a little bit lost. I'm sure I'm not the only one who finds themselves in times when they pursued something they want or are fond of, only to find themself completely isolated, and not knowing which way to turn to find our way back onto the ne'er beaten track. Christians in particular fall foul of this as we're called to walk a much narrower path than most (Matthew 7 v14). We do, however, have one thing others don't, a God that loves us so much he'll search for us to the exclusion of all else to bring us back to him (Matthew 18 v12-14). But wait, there's more! That promise extends also to people who don't yet follow Christ, who don't know the life-changing power of Jesus' death and resurrection, for those he will seek and search also if they call to him.

God bless.

And finally...
I know I shouldn't have.
But I just couldn't help myself from giggling when I saw this. Oh, how childish of me...

God bless.