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September is perfect for new beginnings. Typically January is the beginning of the year, but for me September always feels like New Year.
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Back to where it all began.
Mayao, Lucena City🇵🇭
📷 Fujifilm X-E2
Samyang 12mm f2.0
1st Lee GND 0.9 for background
2nd Lee GND 0.9 also for background
Lee GND 0.45 for foreground
Hoya ND8
ISO200
6 sec @ f16
Sunset at Rolling Hills
BATANES
June 5, 2011
Timelapse here: vimeo.com/25106333
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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
Two Asian women savoring the moment at the beer fest as evening falls, surrounded by the vibrant colors of summer.
Waiting for morning #flight 2 #delhi 4m #Kolkata #india #travel #flying #eavig #chasinglight
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mehedihasanridoy97: Great picture, awesome timing!
Bohol is all about coral rocks, in valencia area, where you can find big coral rocks scattered along it's shore.We already scouted the area after our first sunset and decided to go back for 2nd sunrise shoot. Thanks to our manual GPS for a great guide. LOL!
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]
“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn.
Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
September is perfect for new beginnings. Typically January is the beginning of the year, but for me September always feels like New Year.
Triangle Sonata
The music center is musical in mood - a visual song that delights my eye. It poses this way and that and I'm greedy - trying lots of different looks. They all hold the pastels of reflected surroundings in the metalic walls. Triangles are everywhere. Even spotlights mimic the triangular theme. Spatial references aren't needed - this is a celebration of just the elements seen here - not the whole.
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“Standing on the snow-covered plain, as if in a pasture amid the hills, I cut my way first through a foot of snow, and then a foot of ice, and open a window under my feet, where, kneeling to drink, I look down into the quiet parlour of the fishes, pervaded by a softened light as through a window of ground glass, with its bright sanded floor the same as in summer; there a perennial waveless serenity reigns as in the amber twilight sky, corresponding to the cool and even temperament of the inhabitants.
Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.”
— Walden (1854) by Henry David Thoreau
(Chapter 16: The Pond in Winter)