Lahinch Surfing is class

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Surf School

Surf School

Lahinch is a cool spot in Co. Clare Ireland. Great surfing, great people, nice times of a weekend.

 

Seasonally Dancing

Winter

 

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My boys

 

Summer

Guiseppe and friend

 

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Fall

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Talking, eight different photos, four different seasons and thoughts and a general understanding of each other.

Above all laughter, lightness and dancing,

TPJ x

Who we post for

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What’s the story with the Tiger man? Who do you post for? Would you not think about advertising? What are you doing with the teddy man? These are questions I get the whole time.

We, at Tiger Paws Junior’s Stories, are a little siteand a little family located all over the world and we love what we do. We’ve been up and running for nearly six years now… we post when we want not when we can.

There is now 13 of us involved which is great and unbelievable because our crew is so talented.

We try to create beauty, For the world… well for anyone with a computer who has access to the internet and who has our website name. If no one sees it, at least we tried. We did our job 😂😂❤️

What it’s all about I suppose, is trying to make a sad person smile at our stupid photos. We don’t care about negative comments, we care about sad people who want or maybe need to see a funny photo.

I guess what this Friday morning post is about is setting out our foundation again for any new readers. (I just set up our Instagram and it’s buzzing – 800 likes in a day!) so I’m worried people may not get us.

We don’t care about likes, we’ll post something and be happy with no likes. That’s not why we post. We like to travel…so we post travel photos. We like meeting people we would never ordinarily meet…so we post photos of meeting them. Absolutely above all we like making people happy, so we post happy Photos. If your featured great, if you’re not don’t worry. It’s not an exclusive site. It’s a happy one, ask for a photo, invite us to your party…as long as our schedule permits we’ll do our best to come.

We post for the person in their room on their own who is feeling low. We post for them and try to make them smile.

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Life is Beautiful. Have a beautiful day.

TPJ x

Elephants

Elephants

Elaine Gavin, Artist, Ennis

This is a painting she’s worked hard on and I fancy
That this elephants entrance is part of elephant fantasy,
The mothers look quiet, their babies protected,
The old ones welcomed, their fathers never rejected,
Their family tight, often closer than humans,
With no disposable words, communication ends up bloomin’,
 Elephants have thick skin being separate, but are stronger as a unit,
They stride for each other, strength never ruins it but…
With their tusks and their trunks they can sound war in a blink,
But they possess resolve and goodness, and they drink soft and lightly think,
For together they may be separate, for one of them is for all
For they will always remember the hunters barbarous call
If you don’t like them, don’t paint them…She likes them so she does,
You cannot mock the beautiful craft of the painting, a spirit animal because…
We love it here. Elephants are awesome…like Tigers…and animals…
They don’t need to use words…words are for cannibals. 
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We love collaborations here…sometimes they work, sometimes they don’t. But what is for sure is that nobody can accuse us of not trying xx

Drunken Poetry

Expectations WORLD Jeans Fire

Learning to accept what we read in the papers is tough. I like to believe in the beauty of the world.

But many others disagree.

Belief is the bad, acceptance is the easy, to speak is the fall back when actions are too queasy.

To do, when I trust too much in respected voices which have become sour, is more difficult because of you…

Learning to forgive is hard, Learning keep going is harder still…because of you and your spiteful judgement.

Life is learning, learning something new with every step we take.

Taking steps into our future surrounded by people who know much better than us what is suppose to be good for us.

Gopher uk yourself. Exit with brexit and be alone, you nationalistic per icks.

Your country isn’t better than my country simply because you were born in it.

This is me and it shall not be you, because what you Want to do in Life should be up to you.

It merely just depends if you Need to do it enough to give it your precious time. It is always good to forgive. Even if it’s not reasonable… It is always good to accept it if you’re not hurt too much. Even if you are…

I try to smile to see how it makes the hurter feel. It’s good to read but it is better to write.

Be Nice…smile and be nice.

and try harder than last time

I will be what you want to be, But most importantly – I will do what I  bloody want… except bloody someone else side or out.

Justin some drunk thoughts about life… you dickhead

ya you…

An Ode to Limerick in the Snow

017This is an Ode to Limerick City. I love living here.

Had a blast in the quiet peace of the snow carpet.

I can’t tell you how nice it was. One of the best days work I’ve put down ever.

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The people of Limerick, the dogs that I met and the warmth of the snow. It was just magic to shoot.

Take a look at some of my favourite shots

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It was bloody good fun!

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Love lots and stay safe out there,

TPJ x

The Gossies 2018

Hello lovely readers,

The Gossies were held in the Raddison Blu Hotel in Dublin on the 23rd Feb just off George’s St… and it was great craic.

Really Nice people, nice evening and loads of craic. Doireann Garrihy presented it like the superstar that she is!

Anyways… enough words! I shall sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

We’ll be back again next year…hopefully/maybe

Have a nice day y’all

TPJ x

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What fun! Until next year Gossies! Congrats to all involved in organizing! Had a ball x

Love is like Surfing

Love is like Surfing.

Love is a wave. It flows in and out of the beach like it flows in and out of a persons life. The surfer is a person who chooses which wave to pick and chooses how long they will ride the wave or hold on to the wave.

Sometimes the waves are short and sweet.

Sometimes the waves are never ending and amazing-these are the waves that the surfer holds on to so tightly and tries to never let go of them.

Sometimes the waves can become rough, this roughness is the rough times that that person goes through in love throughout his life.

Sometimes the surfer is unable to make the wave or falls off before he can ride it so the surfer becomes frustrated and angry at himself that he was unable to hold on to the wave or catch the wave.

Sometimes waves try to hurt the surfer by directing the surfer into rocks or a shallow shore. These are the waves that the surfer regrets surfing and wishes he never got onto the board.

Sometimes these waves scare the surfer and he is afraid to ride another wave because he is afraid of getting hurt as he did before.

No matter how hard the surfer tries to hold onto the waves at the end it will die out but if the surfer loves that one wave more that any other then he will hold the memory and the moments that has occurred during that wave and hold it in his heart until it is time for his own wave to die out and hit the shallow shores of a new beach.

The waves are waves of love and the surfer is the person riding and holding onto that love.

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