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"Be present. Make love. Make tea. Avoid small talk. Embrace conversation. Buy a plant, water it. Make your bed. Make someone else’s bed. Have a smart mouth, and quick wit. Run. Make art. Create. Swim in the ocean. Swim in the rain. Take chances. Ask questions. Make mistakes. Learn. Know your worth. Love fiercely. Forgive quickly. Let go of what doesn’t make you happy. Grow."
— Paulo Coelho
September is perfect for new beginnings. Typically January is the beginning of the year, but for me September always feels like New Year.
You have the freedom to be yourself, your true self, here and now, and nothing can stand in your way."
Jonathan Livingston Seagull
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12/12/09 – Day 345 of 365
It looked promising for a sunrise so I grabbed the camera and headed down to the Fox River. The air was frigid, but exhilarating and indeed, the sunrise was spectacular!
Early morning walk with my Nikon F3HP & a fresh roll of Kodak TriX400 on Thanksgiving morning after heavy snow all night. 2019
Ever since we moved here in Missouri, I always see this Red Old Barn on my way to work. I have been dying to have an intimate moment with it to capture its timeless beauty.
On my way home I know that the time, and light, is right to introduce it to the the world. Grabbed my gears, tucked my wives(camera+Ann) and kids... booommm... perfect...
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary.
I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
Chasing light for 3 days, 600 kms, 7 coastlines, 2 sunrise and 2 sunsets in the most remote locations of bohol. ...got 14.1GB of 14-bit NEF. ..mosquito bites, almost holdup situation. .landscaping at it's best!
Duljo Point, Panglao Island
Sept.19-21, 2009
"We travel because we need to, because distance and difference are the secret tonic of creativity.
When we get home, home is still the same. But something in our mind has been changed, and that changes everything" 🍃💦💚 —Jonah Lehrer, Why We Travel: The San Francisco Panorama (McSweeney’s, scienceblogs.com/cortex/2009/12/10/why-we-travel)
"Let my spirit Fly"
Science World
Telus World of Science
Vancouver, BC
#canon5DsR #Vancouver #LeeNDsoftgradfilter #sunset #freedom #spectacularlights #landscape #chasinglight
sakura (桜) cherry blossom air さくら 🌸🍃
Time after time
Alone in the city of whirling blossoms
Those petals fly in the whirling wind
The miracle of meeting you
In a city where the wind whispered through
The hanamidou tells of the end of spring
One petal from this misty flower.
Time After Time (花舞う街で) // In the Street of Dancing Flowers — Mai Kuraki
[theme song for Detective Conan: Crossroad in the Ancient Capital]
Some of the simple NY urban elements I like. The bicycle, the stone pavement, a brick wall with a fire exit stair, some street cones, the strong shadow plays... just missing some steam from the sewer.
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“In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the Bhagavad gita, since whose composition years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial; and I doubt if that philosophy is not to be referred to a previous state of existence, so remote is its sublimity from our conceptions.
I lay down the book and go to my well for water, and lo! there I meet the servant of the Bramin, priest of Brahma and Vishnu and Indra, who still sits in his temple on the Ganges reading the Vedas, or dwells at the root of a tree with his crust and water jug. I meet his servant come to draw water for his master, and our buckets as it were grate together in the same well. The pure Walden water is mingled with the sacred water of the Ganges.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods