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19 December 2013: Clearest skies we've had for weeks (such bad weather!) and a decently long display of the lights viewed from Grotfjord.
Haruki Murakami's— "On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning" #💕☔#🌿☁
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One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:
She is the 100% perfect girl for me.
He is the 100% perfect boy for me.
But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.
A sad story, don’t you think?
Yes, that’s it, that is what I should have said to her. .
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Source: Gravitytrope | On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning — Haruki Murakami
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...
“Learning became her.
She loved the smell of the book from the shelves, the type on the pages, the sense that the world was an infinite but knowable place.
Every fact she learned seemed to open another question, and for every question there was another book.”
— Robert Goolrick
I read the terms and conditions.
(Except for the fine print.)
I understand.
(That you never did.)
I don't care.
(Not anymore.)
Just one more frame.
(I'm not going to sit here any longer.)
I can't.
(I won't.)
(I'm free.)
#sweeterpoetry
Hummingbird Pulse; poem 105
"Let my spirit Fly"
Science World
Telus World of Science
Vancouver, BC
#canon5DsR #Vancouver #LeeNDsoftgradfilter #sunset #freedom #spectacularlights #landscape #chasinglight
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
"The mythologies we ascribe to, whether consciously or unconsciously, determine how we measure, reflect on, and make sense of our experiences.
We must take responsibility for deriving meaning from our life experiences, our relationships, and our place in the cosmos as a whole — and it's up to us, each, as individuals, to create for ourselves our own personal code, to become our own heroes, and embark again on a fresh exploration"
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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
Email me for more photos of Batanes.
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A business trip to Ho Chi Minh City in Vietnam made me realized how much I missed shooting travel and streets.
Gearing away from my comfort zone of shooting landscapes, I try to wander the busy streets of Ho Chi Minh.
These are my capture of Ho Chi Minh with side trips at Cu Chi and Mekong Delta.
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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.
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]
“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
“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