They were born September 08, 2014. They are not yet one year old so they’re still cubs. They play together, learn together and sleep on each other. They’re as tight a family group of siblings as you will ever find. They are also the cutest, sweetest animals I know at this tender age. I learned to photograph them as much as possible before they grow up and move to other zoos. Just look at what happened to the first group born September 07, 2013.
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For those of us following the western liturgical calendar, today marks the fourth Sunday of Easter. This day is commonly referred to as “Good Shepherd” Sunday because the Gospel reading comes from the tenth chapter of John, where Jesus declares himself both the gate and the shepherd, caring for and protecting his sheep from the multitude of evils, dangers, strife, and temptations present in the world.
Until a few years ago, I never gave much thought to the image of Jesus as the Good Shepherd. This was not based in any conscious aversion to the image, although I must admit, if given the option on any sort of BuzzFeed quiz or equivalent, I would certainly not claim “sheep” as my spirit animal. But in recent years, Jesus as the Good Shepherd has been a constant source of rich prayer for me. I remember my first prayer encounter with John…
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“Fuck the children!”
Growing up in the late 1950s I was naive enough to believe that adults did not curse—for a while. In fact, like so many other kids back then, I even thought that perhaps some of them did not know how to swear. No, not my parents, for sure. I recall an incident one evening in our tiny Queens apartment over a Laundromat when my folks were hosting a party. There I was, a second-grader serenely playing in the corner of the living room, having my toy soldiers killing each other off, when I overheard my father’s friend Pat say to him, “Ha, ha! Grand pricks.”
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I can’t help myself. Every time I think of a name for a picture of any kind of cat my photography student’s favorite name comes to mind, kitty kitty. I just laugh and go with it these days and try to add a descriptive personal name or adjective.
Now the photograph below does look like a big kitten, with his tongue sticking out ever so lightly. Zawadi has grown up to be a regal lion but down deep he’s just a “kitty kitty”!