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I will share the air I breathe,
I'll give you my heart on a string,
I just don't wanna miss anything.
I'm trying real hard not to shake. I'm biting my tongue,
but I'm feeling alive and with every breathe that I take,
I feel like I've won. You're my key to survival.
[Awake - Secondhand Serenade]
Portrait of a friend.
Camera: Hasselblad / 150 Sonnar
Film: Kodak TMax 400 / Xtol-R
Print: Ilford MGIV / Ethol LPD-R
"you live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. the symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. the second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. that is all. it appears like an innocuous illness. monotony, boredom, death. millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. they work in offices. they drive a car. they picnic with their families. they raise children. and then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. some never awaken."
- anaïs nin, the diary of anaïs nin, vol. 1: 1931-1934
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this is the first of a series (somewhat)
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Textures Only ~ Competition #153
Original image with thanks to Emma Cox
Texture by me:
www.flickr.com/photos/18846042@N06/6207796898/in/pool-tex...
Simple colors, lone bird looking for breakfast. This picture wasn't hard to capture, but I love the simplicity of the early morning and the fun the Creator has showing off.
27.09.2015
At Dawn
"More we are ourself , most everything we live is rich .
You have to live in yourself and think about the whole of life ,
All the millions of opportunities , of vastness and futures in it ,
Against which there is nothing passed or lost"
R.M Rilke
Our latest friend. Went hunting for bush potato with the old ladies and they found him in a old hole in the ground that was dug from a previouse hunting trip. The old ladies named him "Yala" English translation is bush potato, so we are now the proud owners of a fury four legged bush potato.
His mother was a ferral cat.
Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you. ~Maori Proverb~
Yesterday my Flickr Friend Manywinters went looking for the sun,,,,,we found it.... if only for a brief minute......