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I don't know why, I heard suddenly Lennon song in my head:
“You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us. And the world will live as one.”
It is october, a great autumnal season and rainy days.
Sunburn and summer flowers are long gone.
My best choice is hoping for a calm winter is ahead
and peace for everyone.
´You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one.´
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Painted the figure in illustrator and I'm starting to get more comfortable with the brush tool in that program.
...what I have photographed here, but I think it's nice
maybe edible, maybe not, maybe poisonous, maybe healthy ......
FGR invades BSB (Bringing Sexy Back)
Sorry, it's almost impossible to do sexy with Evildog. We are just two clowns. It's ok if the BSB group wants to dump it!
Brainard Lake is one of the gateways to the beautiful Indian Peaks Wilderness Area and particularly beautiful on a clear night as the stars shine brightly on this majestic high alpine lake.
It is the stem of flower I had in a bouquet of flowers but not sure of the flower name. Horsetail plant.
Thank you Lisa@Lethen that's it Thank you xx
You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove
You got a fast car
And I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
We won't have to drive too far
Just 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living
You see my old man's got a problem
He live with the bottle that's the way it is
He says his body's too old for working
I say his body's too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody's got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did
You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way
I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car
And we go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter
Buy a big house and live in the suburbs
You got a fast car
And I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I ain't going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving
You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way...
Around the time that this song came out (1988) I was not into this type of music AT ALL...but there was something about this song that just touched me and I got chills every time I listened to it. Not many people really listened to anything but the chorus, so I don't think a lot of people knew what it was about. To me, it was such a deep and sad song, and although it didn't have personal reference to my life at all, I was moved by it.
"I'm glad it's a girl. And I hope she'll be a fool- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool."
- The Great Gatsby
I've been waiting to start this project for a couple months.
Today seemed right; the quote applies.
September 7-13
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April 4, 2011.
Thank you so much to Bell and Leemay for the wonderful testimonials! :)
A lot of time has passed and it only makes me keep wanting to link back to certain aspects of my past. Not the painful parts, or the unhappiness; but the memories i silently forgot; the memories locked away in darkness, in the deepest parts of my my mind. The memories that unlock themselves in dreams, and slink along the edge of my nightmares quietly, without leaving a trace. I need to find a reason, or reasons, to explain everything that ever happens- how did it happen, and why. They say that 'there's a reason for everything', but that is just a convenient generalization because no one, not a single person, has ever bothered to clarify exactly the basis for that sentence. Ironically, there's no reason for that sentence to exist as it's redundant.
Just like how there must be a reason behind my lack of inspiration
it's not enough for me.
it's not enough for me.
.
this world is so big. And I feel like
we always forget. We let the little stuff hurt.
When we should really just
let
it
go
A second shot from the Southgate redevelopment site, through a gap in the perimeter fence. Follows-up this from analogueandy, taken almost three weeks ago. How long does it take to drill a few holes?</naive>
Shooting less directly into the sun seems to have brought out more of the sky colour than in the previous photo.
Giant Archimedean screws fascinate me. If only I had an engineer father who could explain what it's called (piling? drilling?) and what it does [cue Silver Sailor in 5, 4, ... ]
Nikon D40 | Sigma 10-20@11mm | ƒ13 | 1/1250s | ISO800 | Handheld
That includes editing this.
Ignore the mistakes.
Please.
I actually took this photo a while ago, and wasn't confident enough with my editing skills to do anything with it, but after taking a second shot at it, I feel better about it.
Ha! Look at that werido!
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Near my wild river...!!!
"What you know is very little compared to what you do not know ... and even what you know ... you only know it partially" reveal to me each day my wild river ... photography is really a philosophical art for me...!!! Ü
An impressionnist photo safari concentrated mainly on a daily basis (or almost) on my small piece of planet of 55 000 square feet …!!!
A Thoreau "waldennienne" approach …!!!
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Je ne sais pas...!!! Ü
Près de ma rivière sauvage …!!!
"Ce que tu sais est très peu comparé à ce que tu ne connais pas ... et même ce que tu sais ... tu ne le sais que partiellement" me révèle chaque jour ma rivière sauvage ... la photographie est vraiment un art philosophique pour moi...!!! Ü
Un safari photo impressioniste au quotidien concentré essentiellement (ou presque) sur un petit morceau de planète de 55 000 pieds carrés ...!!!
Une démarche "waldennienne" à la Thoreau …!!!
My wild river reflection...!!!
I exist without really knowing me... without really knowing you... !!! Ü
A philosophical and impressionnist photo safari concentrated mainly on a daily basis (or almost) on my small piece of planet of 55 000 square feet …!!!
A Thoreau "waldennienne" approach …!!!
__________________________
Je ne sais pas...!!! Ü
Reflet de ma rivière sauvage …!!!
J'existe sans vraiment me connaître ... sans vraiment vous connaître...!!! Ü
Un safari photo philosophique et impressioniste au quotidien concentré essentiellement (ou presque) sur un petit morceau de planète de 55 000 pieds carrés ...!!!
Une démarche "waldennienne" à la Thoreau …!!!