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Grateful to be awake and alive! Grateful for a new day! Grateful for this day! Grateful it's all working out for me! Grateful my birthday was so fun. Grateful for my wife. Grateful for my health. Grateful for sxsw. Grateful it's all unfolding perfectly. Grateful to be creative.
Grateful to be in love. Grateful for this right now.
Grateful for my home and for my friends. Grateful to be me. Grateful to be sending a clear strong signal. Grateful life loves me. Grateful to know the feeling.
Grateful to be here. Grateful to be here. Grateful it's all working out for me. Grateful I know the feeling.
I am the creator.
I don't give a shit.
I am the shit.
I am sending a clear strong signal of knowing. I am focused on love and abundance and fun.
I intend to have the best day of my life. I intend to do me. I intend to feel good no matter what. I intend to have the best day of my life.
I'm allowing this to be the best day of my life. I'm allowing life to love me. I'm allowing this day to be easy.
I am the creator and I am sending a clear strong signal of knowing.
I love you no matter what. I am allowing well being. I am focused on feeling good and having fun. Life is good. Life loves me. It's all working out for me. I'm having the best day of my life.
I love you no matter what. My mood is my work and I am so good at my job.
Breathe in and raise your vibration.
Breathe out and release your resistance.
Breathe in and raise your vibration.
Breathe out and release your resistance.
I let it come to me. I project a clear strong signal of knowing. I trust the flow. I let life live me.
I am allowing well being. I am in control of my vibration. I am focused. I am here.
I'm here.
I'm here.
I'm here.
Breathe in and raise your vibration.
Breathe out and release your resistance.
I'm sending a clear strong signal of knowing.
I am the creator. I am sending a clear strong signal of knowing. I am sending a clear strong signal of knowing. I am sending a clear strong signal of knowing.
Godiva is a 33 feet high puppet which is travelling from Coventry to London as part of the Cultural Olympiad. When she arrived in Northampton she was presented with a bespoke pair of riding boots made by a local manufacturer - size 72! Unfortunately she was wearing a long skirt, which meant that we could only see a small part of them.
After receiving the boots on the Market Square she made her way around the town centre preceded by a motley crew made up of the Mayor,and some Councillors, corset wearing Morris Dancers, Belly Dancers, the 'Ministry of Cycles', and 'Wicker Maidens' - who I assume were the yong ladies bearing flowers.
www.imagineerproductions.co.uk/content/6567/godiva/godiva...
Local band Awake The Captain! photoshoot was done in the woods behind my house.
Had a lot of fun doing this shoot,honestly the most fun on a shoot yet.
Godiva is a 33 feet high puppet which is travelling from Coventry to London as part of the Cultural Olympiad. She is powered between towns by cyclists riding this wonderful contraption. When she arrived in Northampton she was presented with a bespoke pair of riding boots made by a local manufacturer - size 72! Unfortunately she was wearing a long skirt, which meant that we could only see a small part of them.
After receiving the boots on the Market Square she made her way around the town centre preceded by a motley crew made up of the Mayor,and some Councillors, corset wearing Morris Dancers, Belly Dancers, the 'Ministry of Cycles', and 'Wicker Maidens' - who I assume were the yong ladies bearing flowers.
www.imagineerproductions.co.uk/content/6567/godiva/godiva...
AWAKE AND SING
by Clifford Odets was directed by Eric Thibodeaux-Thompson and performed April 5-7 & 11-13, 2013
Synopsis – from A Noise Within Study Guide: "The Berger family apartment in the Bronx houses three generations in the same working-class Jewish family. It is in this apartment that Bessie Berger, indomitable matriarch, oversees the lefist leanings of her father Jacob, and attempts to influence the romantic yearnings of her son (Ralph) and potential matches for her daughter (Hennie). When the seemingly inescapable poverty of the Great Depression forces Bessie to rent out a room in the apartment to petty bookie and World War I veteran Moe Axelrod, she encounters a new challenge as he positions himself as suitor to young Hennie. Hennie has her own ideas for love — ideas which, when pursued, lead to serious consequences.
Bessie attempts to protect her family from high hopes and fruitless idealism, grounding her perceptions of reality in the cold truth of struggle. However, the Berger family has a will of its own and does not always support Bessie’s iron-fisted policies, as those who seek to provide a sense of freedom and hope for Ralph and Hennie enact their own redemptive yet heartbreaking plans."
Godiva is a 33 feet high puppet which is travelling from Coventry to London as part of the Cultural Olympiad. When she arrived in Northampton she was presented with a bespoke pair of riding boots made by a local manufacturer - size 72! Unfortunately she was wearing a long skirt, which meant that we could only see a small part of them.
After receiving the boots on the Market Square she made her way around the town centre preceded by a motley crew made up of the Mayor,and some Councillors, corset wearing Morris Dancers, Belly Dancers, the 'Ministry of Cycles', and 'Wicker Maidens' - who I assume were the yong ladies bearing flowers.
www.imagineerproductions.co.uk/content/6567/godiva/godiva...
Nikon D7000 / Nikon 40mm f/2.8 Micro lens / Edited on Adobe PS Lightroom 5
The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break,
It leaps in the sky: unrisen lustres slake
The o'ertaken moon. Awake, O heart, awake!
— Awake, My Heart! [R.S. Bridges]
I pulled out the girls from their hidey-hole at the top of the wardrobe, more than three months after moving to my new place.
Sanakou is a SNG Uhui on a Granado body.
"The awake gipsy" Wall painted in the Fokus festival in Görlitz. Inspired by the painting of Rousseau "The sleeping gypsy" where a lion admires an sleeping gypsy. In this case is the gypsy awake and intending to kill an almost sleeping panther. Through this wall i try to represent the treacherous nature of the human being. Dedicated to the one that almost killed the sleeping panther in me.
every night i stay awake
thinking about what would have been
if you had tried just a little bit harder
. . .
guess i will never know
{you selfish bastard}
and not unhappy about it -- just watching the darkness outside shift toward light, and listening to small waves on the shore and the ever-present rumble of the waterfall...
Model: Sasha MM#1454691
Strobist: Dynalite studio flash fired into reflective umbrella camera left. ISO 200, 50mm, f/11, 1/200s.
Constructive comments & criticism always welcome!
Its the middle of the week. And so time for a lie in. Even if my body and brain have me awake at half five anyway.
It is to be the warmest day of the year. Tuesday wasn't just the warmest day of the year, in Anglesey, but the 25 degrees was the highest April temperatures since records began.
I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, and we should all keep drilling for oil so the executives can make more billions, who care about a planet, anyways?
The orchid season is now three to four weeks earlier than it was a decade or so back, meaning pollinators might not yet have hatched to do their pollinating jobs, meaning plants will not get pollinated, new generations of plants will fail, and those who eat plants, or whose food chain relies on plants might starve.
But plants.
It was mighty warm at Jelltex Towers, Jools went off to her fitness class at half seven, so I stayed here and drank coffee, had breakfast, then began chores. Like watering the plants, checking the ponds, filling the feeders.
And then going out for a walk.
Reading my old blogs, I see I used to walk most days, and most times up to Windy Ridge. And I hadn't been there for months.
So I put on my boots, grabbed my camera and set off.
Off over the fields to Fleet House, pausing to take shots of the track and the view to Kingsdown Leas, before turning down by the farm and up to the not-so-new bench just before the top of the down.
I sat there for half an hour, enjoying the peace, broken only by the calls of skylarks and buzzards.
Along Green Land beside the edge of the wood, and where there were about a dozen Brimstones, one of which settled long enough for me to get a shot. I also saw a Speckled wood, a Small tortoiseshell and a Peacock, though they didn't settle.
The new owners of Windy Ridge farm have a new dog. Very barky.
It barked as I walked along the lane, when I stopped to take shots, and carried on as I walked past the farm and to the top of the track leading back down to Collingwood.
I turn for home, seeing more Lesser celandines than I have seen before along Green Lane, now spreading further and further east.
When I got home, Jools was back, so we had a glass of squash and sat on the patio until the heat forced me inside.
Yes, heat.
It had gone beyond war, which as nice as it is, means that the only place to see out the day should be the chilled interior of a nice country pub somewhere, or one at the seaside.
We can't go far, or one of us has to stay home as there's a delivery of wine coming. My only concern it arrives before dinner time so I can test one of the bottles.
Lunch is that old standard, pork pie. Bought last week before breakfast when everything looks delicious and is swiped into the trolley.
We watch more Beatles. And its clear things are going downhill, especially after the trip to Indonesia and pissing of Imelda.
Penny Lane is still the greatest moment in popular music, an to hear it again with the band on the actual Penny Lane for the promotional film, is a joyous thing.
They even managed to squeeze in a sexual act into the lyric, and the BBC missed it.
For the afternoon there was a little churchcrawling, as I took my group to Blessed St. Mary of Walmer again, having arranged it to be open. Again. And calling the warden the day before to ensure he didn't forget.
I was even able to inform him, via Hasted, when the church's tower was taken down, as in 1800 it had already partially collapsed and contained but two bells.
The group loved the church; the Chancel arch, the Duke of Wellington link, but the glass is something left to be desired.
We were done by three, so I rushed home to pop the already boiled potatoes in the oven for dinner to go with the pie and steamed vegetables for dinner.
The evening contained no football on TV, just on the radio. So I laid on the bed, then in the bed as I followed Liverpool's match in Paris.
I woke up at ten to find they'd lost 2-0, and so it was time for more sleep.