White Fang

Cadbury
White Fang
IBM
Steppenwolf
Company 

Juneau 

Don

Alaska

Coronel

Oregon

1 Peter 1:7
“That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ:”

 

 

 

 "I am old with wandering

Through hollow lands and hilly lands"~~~Yeats

 

 

"You can always judge the quality of a cook or a restaurant by roast chicken."~~~Julia Child

 

 

 

 

 

Chess: “Company”  “IBM” “White Fang” “Steppenwolf” “Cadbury” “Juneau” "Don" "Alaska" "Coronel" "Oregon"

 

 

 

However, White Fang's life takes a significant turn when he meets Weedon Scott, a wealthy gold hunter. Weedon scorns at the dog-fights and rescues White Fang from the cruel hands of Beauty Smith. Despite White Fang's initial aggressive behaviour, Weedon reveals a persistent kindness and patience, allowing White Fang to gradually see the benevolence in human nature.
Weedon's kind treatment and constant exposure to positivity lead White Fang to changing his perspective of the world, learning to trust and even love his new master. In Weedon, White Fang experiences the care and affection he has been deprived of for most of his life. This part of the novel shows us the impact of nurture over nature, that even a creature as wild and fierce as White Fang could learn to love and trust.

The Law of Love

 
The final phase of the novel sees White Fang relocating with Weedon to California, marking his transition from the harsh cold wilderness to warm civilization. His transformation continues, evolving from a feared beast to a cherished pet. He even takes on a protective role, saving Weedon's father from an escaped convict, showing his loyalty and cementing his place in the family.
In conclusion, White Fang provides a gripping view of nature, the wild, and the complexities of living beings adapting to their surroundings. Through the story of a half-wolf, half-dog, Jack London illustrates the power of empathy and kindness in transforming even the wildest creatures. It's an exploration of survival, adaptability, the struggle for existence and the power of love.

Memphis, Tennessee

Dones
Don
Donation
Mark 
Donald
Memphis, Tennessee   

John 6:56

"He that eateth my flesh, and drinketh my blood, dwelleth in me, and I in him."

"El que come mi carne y bebe mi sangre, permanece en mí, y yo en él."

Col.2:6
"As ye have therefore received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk ye in him:"

Two-Way Traffic Ahead Creative Challenge Winner. 1st Place Feb 14.2012 

Street in Havanna, Cuba

Memphis Tennessee by Guillermo Smith

Memphis Tennessee  Famous rib joint hidden in an alley off Union Ave. Address is 52 S. Second Street ???? Sept 2007 

Chess: "Dones"    “Don” “donation” “Mark” "Memphis,Tennessee"
                                            

 Poema De Los Dones 

de Jorge Luis Borges

Nadie rebaje a lágrima o reproche
esta declaración de la maestría
de Dios, que con magnífica ironía
me dio a la vez los libros y la noche.
De esta ciudad de libros hizo dueños
a unos ojos sin luz, que sólo pueden
  leer en las bibliotecas de los sueños
los insensatos párrafos que ceden
las albas a su afán. En vano el día
les prodiga sus libros infinitos,
arduos como los arduos manuscritos
que perecieron en Alejandría.
De hambre y de sed (narra una historia griega)
muere un rey entre fuentes y jardines;
yo fatigo sin rumbo los confines
  de esta alta y honda biblioteca ciega.
Enciclopedias, atlas, el Oriente
y el Occidente, siglos, dinastías,
símbolos, cosmos y cosmogonías
brindan los muros, pero inútilmente.
Lento en mi sombra, la penumbra hueca
exploro con el báculo indeciso,
yo, que me figuraba el Paraíso
bajo la especie de una biblioteca.
Algo, que ciertamente no se nombra
con la palabra azar, rige estas cosas;
otro ya recibió en otras borrosas
tardes los muchos libros y la sombra.
Al errar por las lentas galerías
suelo sentir con vago horror sagrado
que soy el otro, el muerto, que habrá dado
los mismos pasos en los mismos días.
¿Cuál de los dos escribe este poema
de un yo plural y de una sola sombra?
¿Qué importa la palabra que me nombra
si es indiviso y uno el anatema?
Groussac o Borges, miro este querido
mundo que se deforma y que se apaga
en una pálida ceniza vaga
  que se parece al sueño y al olvido.

Washington Redskins

Washington Redskins

Little Big Horn

Cavalry

Trumpet

Don

Elephant

Hannibal

Chitré

Cartagena

Prov.19:4

"Wealth maketh many friends; but the poor is separated from his neighbour."

 Abandoned Home on the Prairie

by Kelly Redinger / Corbis

Autumn Color, Rosseau River, Muskota Region, Ontario

by Andrew McLachlan / Corbis

 Chess: "Washington Redskins" "Little Big Horn" "Cavalry" "Trumpet" "Don" "Elephant" " Hannibal" "Chitré" "Cartagena"