Conversation
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“To begin to know ourselves we must have sincere conversations with ourselves as if with a good friend. We must answer without reserve, listen without judgement, and accept without condition. That is self-love.”
― Kamand Kojouri
14:52 Negative Space
These are new buds on my favourite corkscrew hazelnut tree in a community garden near me.
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la la la little winggg a ding ding
Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams
And fairytales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind
When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free
It's alright, she said, it's alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything, anything
Fly on, little wing
- Vas'ka, did you eat something tasty?
- Yes Yashka! If you behave well Mom give you some treats too.
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A Timeline Events photo charter with newly restored GWR Castle Class 4079 Pendennis Castle at Didcot Railway Centre.
This was taken at Arches National Park near Moab, Utah.. It’s known as the site of more than 2,000 natural sandstone arches and other geological formations. This probably has an official name, but it look like a conversation group to me.
An old barn near Ross, central Tasmania. Taken on the way back from a road trip from Launceston to Hobart with my youngest son.
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
A previously unpublished shot from August 2020. I really miss those snippets of conversation. the fragments of other peoples lives, that you could hear as you walked around the city. Something that was actually represented really well in the Grand Theft Auto series of video games! If you could string all of those snippets together I wonder what the resulting chaotic narrative would be. Enjoy!
We like to talk
-really talk-
our sentences stretch out into the evening
and through the night.
No telescope could find us in space.
Coffee, tea, wine, and whiskey.
Even the pauses matter.
That idea of ‘heavy silences’
define our sense of selves
and how ideas can be considered.
Did you know
I couldn’t talk like this with anyone else
It takes a village to raise a child
and at least one other well meaning human
to heal an adult.
The noise is overwhelming
a disorganized mess
But when we have this dangling conversation
those moments make sense of us.
And we realize we’re still here.
Hear the blood bubble and flow
molecules massing and sometimes messing up
and we are vigilant
Do we really want to live another day?
Only if we can talk about it.
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