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Just as I was about to flop down & enjoy a warm embrace with Nyxie—I heard the front door creaking open followed by the old worn floorboards in the house as footsteps draw near.
So come on Love, draw your swords,
Shoot me to the ground.
You are mine, I am yours,
Lets not fuck around.
Cause you are, the only one.
Cause you are, the only one.
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THE SILENCE OF SOLITUDE
In the silence of my solitude my mind is free to dream,
To contemplate the things that were, that are, and those that might have been.
While a life yet still to come which I have never seen seems tentative at best
Stirring up a future hope from which I never rest.
For memory is part of life and dreams of future speak,
But in the now my soul resides in a body strong and weak.
In my body works the weakest frailty of men and it may lay me low
To steal away the freedom we call life as we daily come and go.
When we do and say the things that make us what we are
Naked truth in action, unblemished or with scar.
Where we seek the touch of love's forgiving soft caress
The refuge of all lives set free of loneliness.
My mind can see so clearly in the still and rest of peace
The many deeds of men that daily never cease,
The good, the bad, the selfish and societal conformed.
But I must contemplate my life since the day that I was born.
For I am far from blameless in so many varied ways,
And shall be ever still until my dying days.
Even in my solitude with secrets I don't share
I need to know that somewhere close there's someone who does care.
I crave to feel that comfort of someone holding hands
Secure within the knowledge that there's nought I can't withstand.
Grateful for the one who sees me in my need, for we are all the same
When finally The Reaper comes to make his mournful claim.
Here in the silence of my solitude, my refuge and tormentor,
I must face myself alone without a friend or mentor.
No one can hear the words or set my spirit free,
No one can share the happiness no one but me, but me.
And shall I ever be allowed to open up my soul?
Perhaps I will upon the day that we are all made whole.
Here in my solitude I know love, anger and loss
As I draw from my wells of joy, and resent my failure's cost.
Reflection, fulfilment, and memories reside for me
Here in my safe place where unspoken words fly free.
And I must wait until the end of time for me
To know the sense of what it was to live reality.
Reginald Reid
paper, pencil. 2006
To be honest, I rarely pick up a pencil.
In general, I rarely take something in my hands - my hands are usually busy ) This is my drawing of the Amur tiger for the children's edition of National Geographic in 2006 after my trip to the Far East. When I don't have a suitable photograph, drawings from a travel diary come into play.
As a child, I thought that a man should cook well, understand whiskey and wines, be able to fight and shoot decently, ride a horse, master fine art skills and be liked by women )
Oh, and dress impeccably for this ! ))
Much of this list turned out to be useful, but my lifestyle challenged the style of clothing ) but the ability to draw somehow took root
Saint Flour le 15 Juillet 2014, nous sommes un mardi.
Fin de matinée. Un soleil dru mais la fraîcheur d'une altitude.
Des pierres massives dessinent des maisons toutes aussi massives.
Le Cantal nous surprend et nous prend.
Il faut ouvrir grand ses yeux, car nous ressentons souvent en traversant la France, l'humeur de ces villes et villages qui se sont figés dans le temps...
De plus en plus des signes forts nous indiquent l'achèvement d'un temps.
La ville est pourtant grande, animée ....
Mais dans ses rues et ruelles, tellement de boutiques anciennes aux devantures encore riches d'une histoire, sont comme pétrifiées, mortifiées, surannées et ... closes dans la poussière sous une lumière photographiques pour les touristes de passage.
Subsistent encore certaines. Celles ci sont alors un appel à notre histoire.
Nos enfances.
Nos 1ers achats en colonies de vacances ou, pour d'autres,
avec les mains serrées dans celles de leurs parents et qui ouvraient grandes leurs portes pour nous acheter notre premier couteau. ...
Avec la Chris, toujours souriante devant tout cela,
main dans la main, toujours,
nous avons acheté notre fromage à un fermier ambulant et,
le comble,
j'ai acheté un aiguiseur de couteau ...
Made in China !
Quelques shots et hop on a filé ...
...
Saint Flour July 15, 2014, we are a Tuesday.
Late morning. A thickly sun, but the freshness of altitude.
Massive stone houses draw equally massive.
Cantal surprises us and takes us.
We must open his eyes wide, as we often feel through France,
the mood of these towns and villages that are frozen in time ...
Increasingly strong signs indicate the completion of a time.
The city is still big, bustling ....
But in its streets and alleys, so the old shops storefronts still rich of history are petrified, mortified, and outdated ... closed in the dust.
Some still exist. They will then have a call to our history.
Our childhoods.
Nos1ers shopping camps or for others,
with hands clasped in that of our parents and we who opened their doors to buy us our first knife. ...dropoff Window
With Chris, still smiling at all,
together, forever,
we bought our cheese farmer and a street,
the height,
I bought a knife sharpener ...
Made in China!
Here's the Southern Pacific 7231, a survivor by any measurement. We found her and the 7200, a pair of GP40X's fresh out of EMD and dressed up in the way that only the SP could dress them. They were sitting in bright February sun back in 1978 at the Rock Island yard in Blue Island. The two were part of a four unit order, and the 7231 is the only one to still be working today, though she doesn't look like this. The SP GP40X's were delivered with the usual SP light package. They also got the new HTB trucks and the elephant ears back by the flared radiators, which were supposed to draw more air up into the vents. The SP retired all four, but then the Union Pacific brought the 7231 out of retirement. They renumbered her a couple of times, even giving her the number 9999. She was an experimental test bed, but only for a short while. The UP sold her and she got rebuilt to a GP38-2. The fancy shoes, the HTB trucks were discarded for conventional Blombergs (the ears had been long gone by then). The old girl was reborn and sold to the Canadian Pacific, becoming the 4521. Yep, she still has her flares, so she must be kind of neat to see. Kind of funny that every railroad she worked for was a Pacific of some kind or other. Too bad, the Western Pacific wasn't still around.
The interaction of light, shadow, and color really caught my attention. The patterns were quickly changing as the sun rose and the clouds moved in this scene taken one morning at the Camas National Wildlife refuge.
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As soon as Amtrak train 351 rolled west, Amtrak dispatchers gave South Shore's Lake Front job permission out onto the main so that they could cross the Drawbridge in Michigan City while they head to work customers to the east.
The Diana of Versailles or Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt is a slightly over-lifesize marble statue of the Roman goddess Diana with a deer. It is now in the Musée du Louvre, Paris. The statue is also known as Diana with a Doe , Diana Huntress, and Diana of Ephesus. It is a partially restored Roman copy (1st or 2nd century CE) of a lost Greek bronze original attributed to Leochares, c. 325 BCE.
Diana is represented at the hunt, hastening forward, as if in pursuit of game. She looks toward the right and with raised right arm is about to draw an arrow from her quiver. Her left arm has been restored, and a deer has been added at her feet, although one might have expected a dog, Her left hand is holding a small cylindrical fragment, which may be part of what was once a bow. She wears a short Dorian chiton, a himation around her waist, and sandals. Her second toes are longer than her big toes, a condition known as Morton's toe.
The statue was given by Pope Paul IV to Henry II of France in 1556 with a subtle but inescapable allusion to the king's mistress, Diane de Poitiers. It was probably discovered in Italy. One source suggests the Temple of Diana (Nemi), an ancient sanctuary; another posits Hadrian's Villa at Tibur.
"Alone amongst the statues exported from Italy before the second half of the seventeenth century the Diane Chasseresse acquired a reputation outside Italy equivalent to the masterpieces in the Belvedere or the Villa Borghese", though its admirers generally confused it with the Artemis at the temple of Ephesus. It was installed as the central feature of the Jardin de la Reine (today's Jardin de Diane) laid out west of the Galerie des Cerfs at the Château de Fontainebleau; there it was the most prominently displayed and among the first Roman sculptures to be seen in France.
In 1602, Henri IV removed it to the Palais du Louvre, where the Diana was installed in a gallery specially designed to receive it, the Salle des Antiques (now the Salle des Caryatides). At the time, its restorations were revised by Barthélemy Prieur. In 1696 it was installed in the Grande Galerie (Hall of Mirrors) of Versailles by Louis XIV. As one of France's greatest treasures, the Diane Chasseresse returned to the Louvre in An VI (1798) of the French Republican calendar (Haskell and Penny 1981:196). It was restored once more, in 1802, by Bernard Lange.
As 170102 rattles along the fast lines with 1M60 Cardiff Central to Nottingham, 66762 draws through the unloading facility at Washwood Heath. Unusually there was a loco on the rear, 66782. This had failed on the run down and was rescued by 66614 to Leicester, where 66762 hooked up and allowed 66614 to return to Earles.
I worked inside the house with natural light coming from the left and couldn't make the background more white than this with the software without affecting the pencils. I overexposed it while shooting. Any tips are more than welcome
of a flower I did last summer, photoshoped last summer, discovered while cleaning out superfluous jpgs from my hard drive this morning.