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Sadly my french connection is only a dress as I would have loved to have been a wealthy sophisticated french gitl living in Paris and spending ;The Season' in Cannes sunning myself and drinking champagne on millionaire's yacts, then in the winter off to St Moritz or Davos for the cheese fondue and skiing. But all is not lost as I live a rich and colourful life even if much of it is in my imagination and thankfully being Jojo too takes me closer to it as if almost half way there. I do like the idea that we can do anything if we put our minds to it but I don't think just closing my eyes and opening them again will quite make it happen. Sometimes though it is nice when others confirm it too even if it a kind of flattery but it'ss always good to know I am not living a total fantasy I really have got this far.
彼此遊走於資訊網絡之間，追尋你我所想。在網絡上我們會偶然相見、視而不見或從不相見。.使一按可以連繫世界、生活、你與我，溝通真的從始無障礙？連起你我心中的橋可能更簡單、直接，只要你我願意。We always wander in the information network to search for our wants. In the network, we might meet each other occasionally, turn a blind eye to each other or never meet. Although one click can connect the world, living, you and me, communications have never been go smooth. The way connecting our mind can be simpler and direct, unless it is our common wish.
At Fitness Connection you'll find all of the latest cardio and strength training equipment along with a dynamic group exercise program that includes classes like yoga, group cycling, mixed martial arts, muscle endurance training and pilates.
We have the largest gym in Raleigh with 65,000 square feet containing a junior Olympic size pool, sauna and steam rooms, over 150 pieces of cardio equipment, over 120 weight machines, a cardio cinema, free weights, kids club, full court basketball, and a personal training staff. Most importantly, you'll find an energetic, supportive environment full of all kinds of people who are committed to helping you achieve your goals.
Gallery Opening by Jeffrey Clancy (student photo competition)
This photograph was taken during a gallery opening displaying the work of a local architecture firm (Weddle Gilmore Architects). The exhibition was part of an ongoing lecture series put on by the College of Design. These lectures and exhibitions are amazing opportunities for design students to learn from accomplished professionals, build important connections for the future and meet other students.
Model: Rosanna Bell and Sasha Bell
Photographer: Olivia Bell (i.e. me!)
Processing: Olivia Bell (i.e. me!)
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At Work, It Was 10:35 PM, When One Of My Bros Broke The Silence Of Nearly 1 n Half Hour. No Music, No Talks, Our Fingers On Keyboard & Eyes On Monitor. He Suddenly Stood, Turned To Me & Asked:
Him: Bro, Do You Ever Get Inspired ?
Me: Nodded My Head To Say Yes.
Him: By Which Type Of People ?
Me: (Jokingly) By Real Bad People :P
He Thought For A While & Again Said, "You Know, In Life We Can Get Inspired From Everyone - Each 1 Of Us. Just See The Good Sides Of Them, Praise Them & Get Inspired." Little Later, He Added, "Let Me Again Think On This Topic Tonight & We Shall Discuss Some Other Day Again."
The Time He Was Saying All This, I Was Cropping The Above PIc.
Special Connection About This Pic & The Above Conversation Is That I Alwasy Have to Pass This Giant Naked (Since It's Winter) Tree, Which is Somewhat 20 Ft. Above From The Roadside & The Tree Itself Is 20 Feet High. Now, Imagine How Do I have To Look At Its Tip (20+20=40 ft) From The Road. This Tall Tree & Sky At The Background, They Always Inspire Me ! :)
Coffee Connection in Amsterdam, NL. First two floors of the tall buildind, nice little shop, stop in for a drink... when in Amsterdam search out cafe and not coffeehouse.
The 4th annual Missed Connections event took place on Valentine’s Day (Thursday) 2014 at the New York Transit Museum. Guests got to spin Craigslist postings about those “lost subway love matches” into poetry and music. There was also art, local Brooklyn tastings, valentine-making, and a photo booth. Photo: Metropolitan Transportation Authority / Patrick Cashin
Welcome Reception for Mentors, Vassar’s sixth annual Sophomore Career Connections, a program of networking and professional self-discovery. January 2020
Photo credit: Karl Rabe/Vassar College
The 4th annual Missed Connections event took place on Valentine’s Day (Thursday) 2014 at the New York Transit Museum. Guests got to spin Craigslist postings about those “lost subway love matches” into poetry and music. There was also art, local Brooklyn tastings, valentine-making, and a photo booth. Photo: Metropolitan Transportation Authority / Patrick Cashin
I rescued a very pregnant dog from starvation, found homes for all 7 of her babies and gave her a forvever home with me. This photo was taken the day after the puppies were born.
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Mega-elaboration - A chuch, graveyard, and trailer (home) are located a short distance from my house. Since I moved in (2004), I had seen various dogs at the trailer and around the church and graveyard. Once, I saw a litter of older puppies running in an adjacent field, and one of these pups stuck. When I first saw it, I thought it looked just like a little bear cub...solid black and tailless. Months later, I spotted another dog hanging out with the bear cub. As I drove by one day, I noticed that the newer dog was looking a little bony, which made me wonder if bear dog was skinny underneath her bear fur. The cemetery was spread out, and so the following day I pulled up with a bag of dog food and poured a ton out at the furthest side of the lot. The pair of them ate like fiends and my heart sank to think that after about a year, I'd never noticed that the little bear dog was so hungry...couldn't see her ribs under all that fur, like I could the newer short-haired dog.
Every day after I stopped to feed the dogs. Two months went by and I had developed a rapport with bear dog...petting it when it came to eat. It was always so sweet and its inch-long tail would wag and wag. One day soon when I stopped to feed the pair, bear dog rolled over onto its back, and I realized it was a she-bear, and was also pregnant.
The next day I stopped at the trailer. I asked the man who lived there if I could take his dog and pay to get it spayed. His response was that he didn't have any dogs. I pointed to the two dogs sitting at the bottom of his front steps where I stood and said "These aren't your dogs?"...and again his response was the very same. "So you wouldn't mind if I took her and got her spayed?" He said he didn't mind at all.
Confused...but great! The appointment was for a couple days later. The evening before on my way home when I stopped to feed the dogs, I slipped a leash, a la Cesar Milan style, onto beardog and walked her to my car and put her in the back seat. That evening, after the dogknapping, she ate phat and got lots and lots of pets.
At 7am the next morning, the vet came out of the exam room to tell me that bear dog was due to give birth at any moment now. I'd only been around a pregnant cat once before...never any other pregnant animal or human, so I had no idea she was so far along.
My mom agreed to foster bear dog for 3 weeks, and the above photo was taken at her house. She named the dog Liberty (Libby for short) and took 5-star care of her and her 7 babies for those 3 weeks, before they came to live with me. As a dog lover, I'm glad I got the experience of raising 7 poop machines, although it was CERTAINLY a ton of work. Around week 5, Chuck and I had a photo session with the puppies, and I made color flyers with the puppy info that Chuck hung up on campus, and that I used for an online ad. Within 4 days of the ad, all the puppies had homes. It was incredible. The people that adopted the puppies seemed really warm and loving, and they all spent about 30 minutes at the house, getting to know the puppies. The last couple that came adopted the final 2 puppies together, which meant I didn't have to keep the last pup, nor did I keep King Kong...the giant male who was over twice the size of all his siblings, and that I had fallen in love with. :)
Libby has continued living out the 5-star doggie life with us and she will for the rest of her life. I continue to stop every day and feed the other dog, who still lives at the trailer. If it's raining, the dog gets McD's chicken sandwiches. I've certainly fattened it up through two winters, though a couple weeks ago, I noticed it was definitely a female dog as well, which means I want to get it spayed too...
This other dog looks like a pit mix...its never come close enough to me to touch, although it will run to me when I slow down to throw sandwiches out from my car, and she watches me from the trailer's driveway, tail wagging, when I put out dry kibble. I have a rather calm/submissive pack of dogs already...7...all rescues, with a grumpy old female heeler and a rehabilitated Chow and I don't want to mess up the flow with a pit I don't know. It might turn out to be the most gentle dogs I've ever known, but without experience owning that breed, I don't feel comfortable. I also don't feel comfortable taking it to the shelter. I just won't. I'm not sure what to do. And I know it's not my "problem", but I pass it every day, so I want to help. Maybe I should make another flyer. (Supremely low-res upload of the puppy flyer.) :)
The 4th annual Missed Connections event took place on Valentine’s Day (Thursday) 2014 at the New York Transit Museum. Guests got to spin Craigslist postings about those “lost subway love matches” into poetry and music. There was also art, local Brooklyn tastings, valentine-making, and a photo booth. Photo: Metropolitan Transportation Authority / Patrick Cashin
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The 4th annual Missed Connections event took place on Valentine’s Day (Thursday) 2014 at the New York Transit Museum. Guests got to spin Craigslist postings about those “lost subway love matches” into poetry and music. There was also art, local Brooklyn tastings, valentine-making, and a photo booth. Photo: Metropolitan Transportation Authority / Patrick Cashin
A Braid Knot with 9 strands, 24 sides and a length 3 units, radius of 1 unit and width of 1 unit.
Generated in Blender 2.79 and rendered with the Cycles Rendering engine.
The 4th annual Missed Connections event took place on Valentine’s Day (Thursday) 2014 at the New York Transit Museum. Guests got to spin Craigslist postings about those “lost subway love matches” into poetry and music. There was also art, local Brooklyn tastings, valentine-making, and a photo booth. Photo: Metropolitan Transportation Authority / Patrick Cashin
I was surprised and pleased that this held together. There are only six connection points here - two studs per joined side.
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Earlier this evening I had an opportunity to reconnect with an old friend. We hadn't spoken in a few years and hearing her voice again was truly a treat. Photography has become an important part of her life too and, as I'm so prone to doing, I yammered on about what it is that I love about photography. And it got me thinking. I don't think my photo stream here on flickr really reflects what it is I love so much about all of this picture taking stuff anyway. Every time I try to put my finger on it, it seems to slip away. I know what it is, but I can't really explain it.
I tried to once. In a letter to a friend (reprinted here) I attempted to explain why I spent over a year wandering around with an empty holga, firing the shutter on a regular basis, but never having film inside to record the image. The record wasn't important to me, but the moment of stopping to think about the world was everything. And, over the past few years, taking pictures has completely changed the way I physically see the world. I still walk to work. I love this part of my day. This is the time that I spend, sometimes with earbuds attached and blaring, just looking at the scope of the space in front of me. I watch light. A woman in a hoodie walks past a gray and white garage door. A tree grows out of a crack in the cement and shapes a "y" in front of a brick wall. I never thought about these things until I picked up a camera. I probably looked at that tree a million times, but I never really looked at that tree. Images of the simple things are usually the ones in my photo stream that receive the least notice. But they are often the ones I care about the most. Often these images don't come out at all. So I don't post them. But that's ok with me because I didn't really want the picture anyway. I wanted the moment. I wanted to see that tree. I remember the gnarled curves in the stone bricks of my local church because I take pictures of it. I've never posted one, but I've taken a ton (just not always with a loaded camera and sometimes with little more than my mind).
I guess it's about attention. I'm not a naturally attentive person. And photography gives me, pardon the pun, focus.
So I decided to create a new set of pictures called cracks in the sidewalk. Stop to look at it if you have a minute. I still don't think I've put my finger on it, but maybe this is a little closer. These are the things that I see every day, but would never have noticed if it had not been for a camera. For all their insignificance, these are things that mean something to me.