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.... until i've taken a pic.
Ebbene si, alla fine anche io ho fotografato un gatto. Stavo scattando foto a una amica e al suo gruppo jazz e questo micione non voleva saperne di andasene.... alla fine gli ho scattato una foto e lui, tutto contento, è finalmente partito alla ricerca di altre avventure.
The cats love my morning routine of putting out food for the chipmunks each morning. Well, almost all of them. One just doesn't seem to get what all the fuss is, hee hee.
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Listening to a John Legend song on the radio today and the lyrics were beautiful the chorus is
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, ohoh
thought it was lovely and it made me think of Sookie mmm not sure if that's what John had in mind lol.
We're still editing. In between, when she gets her lunch or when she makes cups of tea, she will play videos of birds on YouTube for me.
© Copyright A Pendleton 2017 I kinda liked the feel of this shot, its all in the eyes, the soul the feeling, I hope you like it too, have a super week,........... Alan.
Plywood burning bright.
Processed in Affinity Photo
The Tyger by William Blake
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies,
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?