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This young lady was leaning against one of the walls behind the statue of MLK. Her body language spoke volumes.
Woman pulling knees in and looking away. Pose, combined with dark background and tight framing suggest feelings of stress or being limited and without options.
Woman pulling knees in and looking away. Pose, combined with dark background and tight framing suggest feelings of stress or being limited and without options.
"Distance has the same effect on the mind as on the eye. "
- Samuel Johnson (English author 1709 - 1784)
"arguably the most distinguished man of letters in English history". Oxford Dictionary of National Biography (online)
straightened angle and slight crop from the original shot
When I first showed this one to a third party, the immediate reaction was, "Oh oh, looks like he's in a heap of trouble." The blocky cement benches outside the courthouse probably intensify that feeling too: they suggest seating that might be provided by the state in a solitary confinement cell. (This, of course, is attributable to the Bauhaus School of architectural design.)
Appearances are deceiving, yet again -- even when the image of "reality" is provided by the camera's "objective" eye. This man was actually studying his cellphone after making a call.
A day with no glory
A heart filled with fear
Still repeating his-story to make ourselves clear
A voice is unheard when it shouts from the hills
Your king in his castle never died on these fields
There's blood on you hands
A smile on your face
A wicked intention when there's money to be made
A room with no windows and a heart that can't feel
Shame with no convictions and a view to a kill.
Tell me why?
Why must we fight?
And why must we kill in the name of what we think is right?
No more! no war!
Cause how do you know?
The hate in your eyes
The lies on your tongue
A hand that kills the innocent
So quick to do wrong
Your belly is full while we fight for what remains
The rich getting richer while the poor become slaves
We kill our own brothers
The truth is never told
If victory is freedom then the truth is untold
Surrender your soul just like everyone else
If love is my religion, don't speak for myself
[chorus]
How do you know?
[chorus]
I'm living this life
I'm given these lies
And how can i die for the name of what you think is right?
No more! oh lord!
How do we know?
By: P.O.D
A wonderful song...
Tnt, the fountain shot is coming soon ^__^
I can still recall old Mr. Barnslow, getting out every morning and nailing a fresh load of tadpoles to that old board of his. Then he'd spin it round and round, like a wheel of fortune, and no matter where it stopped, he'd yell, "Tadpoles! Tadpoles is a winner!" We all thought he was crazy, but then, we had some growing up to do.
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A good friend of mine told this "deep thought" to one of her daughters and she loved it so much she wanted the symbols for her kitchen so my friend asked if I could help her. Finished the drawings up today and will deliver them to her next week.
Same day, same place as 'Solomon' but a different time on this blustery, wet and chilly late spring day.
There are times when I do get sprung making my candids and usually when that happens the moment is spoiled. However this time the subject's expression helped greatly in carrying the mood I wanted.
Shot from the inside of the Crèma Espresso Bar in Port Macquarie, NSW, Australia.
Enjoy!
This day was a day of pondering upon deep thoughts, such as how long can I possibly have left in my life? I am 43 years old now. Maybe 10, 20 or 30 years if I am lucky. Time flies by very quickly after you have turned 20 years old; at least it has for me. I just want to know that I will have the time to do the type of work that I really want to do, which is helping victims of domestic violence.
I have always been a compassionate person and have wanted to help those around me in any way that I could. I feel that in a way this has been my calling in life. But only time will tell, if my dreams of helping victims of domestic violence will become a reality.
Day 130 - Van Gogh once said, "In an artist's life, death is perhaps not the most difficult thing." I often times find myself long suffering with my pain. As artists, we tend to suffer through our lives, either fighting to heard or fighting to fit in. I suffer and I am neither... I am long suffering in ways of the heart. I dont care if others get my work nor appreciate it. I do it for me, it eases me.... and in the end maybe even I will feel accomplished and ready to go.
Nobody gets excited when they see me. If I put on my wizard outfit and walk around the airport for a couple of hours, I get a couple of puzzled glances.
On the 16th of this month, a 10 year old little boy, who lives in our area, attempted to take his own life..unthinkable in my mind..a boy who had his whole life ahead of him. :( He was brought to the hospital and was on life support for a bit, but he didn't make it. I didn't know this boy, although I had seen him walking around once in awhile, with his Dad.
Ever since I heard this, it has been on my mind. I'm not sure of his reasons, maybe he was getting bullied at school..I don't know. What is this world coming to, when children are taking their own lives? Or the lives of others, even..from what I have been reading in the news. Why is it, that this is happening? Do these children know that they can talk to someone before taking such drastic measures, that they can get help? I am just very saddened by many things going on in this world today, this being one of them.
i forget when, exactly, but i remember a few years ago thinking about how people would call themselves a 'practicing catholic,' practicing lutheran,' or what have you. and i connected it to, say, taking guitar lessons--you're always practicing, trying to get better at it.
so i think it's the same way with religion--you're always, in a way practicing to be better at, get closer to god, so on and so forth.
the downside, i suppose, is that some might practice their religion and use it against people, instead of for them.