the motion... when launching... letting-go of the rocket !!!

you got to know how- and when to let go the fire rocket.......here..... and philosophical speaking (((:

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For 9 days, each day another trade/profession will pay for shooting off the hundreds of rockets. the first ones at 6am - then 12 noon - then7pm.... and the Rocket-Castle at 11pm at night.

Saturday was the Bricklayer's turn, always the loudest day of them all!! I went to the yard behind the church from where they'll be launching the rockets. This aparently is not for the public, it's a dangerous undertaking and the gates were closed behind the coheteros. And i was locked in with them, nobody has told me to leave... they let me take pictures!!!

All of a sudden i noticed 5 men were lighting up cigarettes, then the "supplier' brought bundles of rockets and the coheteros started lighting them with their cigarettes, one after the other, holding them between two fingers until they had catched fire before letting go. This is a dangerous and critical moment, because almost instantly after ignition, a huge fire beam would shoot from the rocket to the ground as the rocket was launched... hand-held!!! A total of 1300 rockets were shot up into the air, in a 30-minute time frame, accompanied by a concert of ringing church bells.

Most rockets were launched, as you see here, bare handed!! Others were launched all lined up and stuck in some wooden- or metal frame support. Thus, by igniting the first one, some 50+ rockets would explode simultaneously... like machine-gunfire, Wow, what an experience!!!! - I took a few hundred shots (in brackets), just to catch that beam of fire, but neither the fire-beam, nor the explosions of the rockets up in the blue sky showed up much on my images taken in broad daylight, just a lot of smoke. I will look for a night shot in my archives, where the beam of fire is very visible and impressive.

texture added - texture by Skeletalmess, Thank You!!!

"letting go..."

("kiss the rain" series)

acrylic paint on canvas

5" x 5" x 1 1/2"

2008 oct

"i'll catch ur tears"

("kiss the rain" series)

acrylic paint on canvas

5" x 5" x 1 1/2"

2008 oct

i'm not too comfortable with painting at all, but i really wanted to see what my "♥ characters" doodles would look like painted on canvas... quite amateurish, but these are my very first two painted "♥ characters" pieces... hope someone will like it enough to bring it home. :))

these are two of my four humble little pieces for the "itty bitty art show" currently showing at monkeyhouse toys & art gallery, running until sunday, nov 30, 2008. sales portion of my pieces go to the california wildfire relief funds. please contact info@monkeyhousetoys.com if you're interested to adopt this piece. thanks! xoxo ^^

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Eine große Liebe habe ich verraten; meine Ehe nicht meistern können, sie verdarb. Und mein Kind...

"Was wissen wir, welche Aufgabe wir im Leben des anderen jeweils zu erfüllen haben" ...

Wie sollen beide die höchste und reinste Verwirklichung ihres Wesens erleben? Vielleicht dadurch, daß sie an den ihnen im andern gesetzten Widerständen wachsen. Die meisten Ehen zerbrechen daran. Aber vielleicht muß auch das sein - in einem höheren Licht betrachtet. Wir sind wohl doch nicht auf der Welt, um glücklich zu sein in dem allgemein gültigen Sinne.

Vielleicht erfüllen wir erst dann den Sinn unseres Daseins ganz, wenn wir ganz nur sein inneres Gesetzt erfüllen, ohne Rücksicht darauf, ob unser äußeres Leben daran zerbricht. Selbstverständliche Folge einer solchen Einstellung wäre die Achtung vor der noch so verschiedenen Wesensformel des anderen...

aus "Die Wandlung" von Lucy Cornelssen 1949

Quite a number of you like the ang pows that I showed in the last post so I shared a few more varieties with you in this post.

This image is not an ang pow however, It is 60 school children lining up to show how horse is written in Chinese.

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For The Teleidoscope's "Memory" theme.

This was a challenge for me editing-wise because i didn't plan it out at all, like i should have. I just took a couple shots of my head and told myself i'd work it out later. This is pretty much never a good idea. What's that old saying about an ounce of prevention or whatever? I think that's probably true, however it goes. :)

Made Explore! Feels nice after all this time. :)

Some street philosophy for those who are brokenhearted. The graffiti says "Don't ask why" (in Filipino, "Wag Mo Ng (sic) itanong kung bakit") after which we see that it is key to the Art of Letting Go

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bridgeport at yuba river

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This is a gold-lacquered statue of Buddha that is displayed at the McClung Museum in Knoxville. It dates from the Ming Dynasty. My photo of this statue reminds me of a story from the Buddhist Jātaka tales. These are Buddhist morality tales, which harken back to India's antiquity. This is a tale entitled, How a Vain Woman Was Reborn As a Dung Worm. I have shortened the story.

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Once upon a time, King Assaka, who reigned in Potali, lost his beloved wife, Ubbari. He knew her as graceful, charming, and very beautiful.

Upon her departure, the king plunged into grief, becoming increasingly depressed and miserable. He had her body laid in a coffin, embalmed with oil and ointment, and laid it next to his bed. There he lay in a deep depression. He went without food. He wept for hours and wailed.

In vain did his parents and kinsfolk, friends and courtiers, priests and laymen, bid him not to grieve.

In his effort to help mankind become a little more enlightened, a Bodhisattva decided to come down and visit the earthly king.

Upon learning who his visitor was, the first thing that the king asked was, "Do you know where my queen has come into being again?"

"Yes, I do," replied the Boddhisattva.

The king asked, "Where?"

The Bodhisattva replied, "O king, she was intoxicated with her own beauty. She fell into negligence in doing fair and virtuous acts; so now she has become a little dung-worm in this very park."

"I don't believe it!" said the king.

"Then I will show her to you, and make her speak," answered the Bodhisatva.

"Oh, please make her speak!" said the king.

The Bodhisattva commanded: "Let the two that are busy rolling a lump of cow-dung come forth before the king!" By his power he made them do it, and they crawled forth.

The Bodhisattva pointed one out to the king: "There is your Queen Ubbari, O king! She has just come out of this lump, following her husband the dung-worm. Look and see."

"What! My queen Ubbari a dung-worm? I don't believe it!" cried the king.

"I will make her speak, O king!"

"Pray make her speak, holy sir!" said the king.

The Bodhisattva gave her the gift of human speech.

"Ubbari!" he cried out.

"What is it, holy sir?" said the dung-worm in a human voice.

"What was your name in your former character?" the Bodhisattva asked.

"My name was Ubbari, sir," she replied, "the wife of King Assaka."

"Tell me," the Bodhisattva went on, "Who do you love best now -- King Assaka or this dung-worm?"

"O sir, Assaka was my former life," said she. "Then I lived with him in this park, enjoying shape and sound, scent, savor and touch; but now that my memory is confused by rebirth, what is he? Why, now I would kill King Assaka, and would smear the feet of my current husband the dung-worm with the blood flowing from my former husband’s throat!"

In the midst of the king's company, she uttered this poem to help better explain:

'Once with the great King Assaka, who was my husband dear,

Beloving and beloved, I walked about this garden here.

But now new sorrows and new joys have made the old ones flee,

And far dearer than Assaka my worm is now to me.'”

When King Assaka heard this, he repented on the spot. At once he caused the former queen's body to be removed from his room and washed his head. He saluted the Bodhisattva, and went back into the city, where he married another queen, lived fully, and ruled in righteousness.

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Source: The Jataka; or, Stories of the Buddha's Former Births, edited by E. B. Cowell, vol. 2, (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1895), no. 207, pp. 108-110. Translated from the Pali by W. H. D. Rouse.

Easter 2016

Photo: Thomas Ohlsson Photography

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"To realize the Truth:

It was always with me

though It was hidden.

Out of ignorance

I gave away control

over my thinking.

Now in this moment:

All the Power that ever was

or will be

flows alive through my beating heart.

All color...

All sound...

All feeling...

pour through from One Source.

Beauty awakens Imagination

onto the canvas of my life.

Everything is fluid.

Everything is exhuberant.

Everything swirls in and around me.

I choose this blossoming in Consciousness

and let go in rapture."

Ganga Fondan, 2009

Today's posting is based on chapters 10 - 13 of "Ancient Secret's of Success for Today's World" by Tulshi Sen. To go deeper into the knowingness where I come from and what exactly I was designed for means more questions. Do I want to stay ordinary? How am I the designer of my destiny? When I close my eyes and see that "life is feeling", how do I integrate that knowing with expressing my highest self? Digital art takes me beyond the intellect and lets me play with the questions. In this play more is revealed

You have your whole life ahead of you…don’t spend all your time in the past. - Gregory Galloway

Picture Quotes on Letting Go & Moving On

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Original photo credit: Carabo_Spain

~Letting go series~ (on spectra)

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Now.....if you have tuned in lately to the world of Jessy. You might be thinking...wow...she is a mess.

You know what?.....I am. And I am okay with that. Because I am aware of my mess.....I'm aware of my feelings and where I am at right now in my life.

All of a sudden.....I'm fully thrown in front of mirror...and looking at myself like I have never before.

I want to get some things off my chest..some of the following that you will read will seem silly or mute point...but these are things I have often left out of "me"....meaning I would often never let people know all about me....afraid of what they would think....you can see my photo with a quote about this very thing.

So here are some truths about me...TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT....but this is me!

* I love dancing....I don't dance cause I seriously have no rhythm..but I have always wanted to learn to dance hip hop..to dance "street". I love watching people break...to dance like they do in those dance movies like "step up".

Whenever I watch those movies I just can't help but start trying to dance right in my chair (LOL)....and when the credits are playing...I get up and just start "TRYING" to dance like them. If someone could see me they would die in hysterics laughing.....BUT I HAVE NEVER LET ANYONE SEE ME DO THIS.....maybe I should. (video??? LOL)

* It's horribly easy for me to start new projects but it's also horribly hard for to finish of them.

I'm sure there are more things.....that I don't normally share.....and I think as more time goes on....I will be able to "release" them. But these ones popped out in my mind right away.

So with that being said, I release parts of me today...to my flickr friends and the whole flickrite nation. Not that everyone will care or even understand....but it isn't about them....it's about me

white fuzzy seeds blowing in the air

some have become integral with these dying leaves

reminding me of the parable of the seed

the Word

for these leaves

these Words are softening the letting go process

their faith lighting the way

~

some words that are sticking in my head from a song we sung today at church...

"...as we kindle Sparks of thought your Spirit sends.

Sanctify our search for knowledge

and the truth that sets us free.

Come, illumine mind and spirit

Joined in deepest unity"

from "Holy Wisdom, Lamp of Learning", text by Ruth C. Duck, Beach Spring Sacred Harp Music

"How Many Times, Have u Heard Someone Say,

If I Had Money, I Would Do Things My Way.

But Little They Know, That It's So Hard To Find

One Rich Man In Ten, With A Satisfied Mind.

Money Can't Buy Back, All Your Youth When Your Old

A Friend When Your Lonley, Or Peace To Your Soul

The Wealtiest Person, Is A Pauper At Times

Compared To The Man, With a Satisfied Mind.

When My Life Is Over, And My Time Has Run Out,

My Friends and My Lovers, I Will Leave, Theres No Doubt

But One Things For Certain, When It Comes My Time

I'll Leave This Old World With A Satisfied Mind......."

By Jeff Buckley

To listen click here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCU3HXNGaAw

It is the most beautiful track.

I dedicate this piece to my friend AB Images 2009, whose kindness is a source of inspiration to so many people - me included. Thank you for being on the planet, my friend.

Created for the WPC Competition Week #144 - Girl with dove.

Many thanks to Monkeywing for providing the original image. Thanks also to Oddsock for the white dove SNIP.

Chaoscope dove, mine.

Brushes www.obsidiandawn.com

Letting go with the help of a friend and celebrating the statement levitating on a mountain top in an orange satin skirt.

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You know when you're little and you do something wrong and instead of your parents yelling at you and getting angry, they just look down at you and say quite simply We are very disappointed in you and somehow that hits you so much harder and you kind of wish they would yell instead? That's what weeks like this feel like. The small voice in your head that is hard lined to your gut that whispers I'm really disappointed in you. But that is the entire point of projects like this. To challenge you. This week I was so focused on challenging myself by doing something with more depth, more character development, more cinematic, just, more. I guess I didn't realize that the challenge was actually coping with failure. This week knocked me down and I tried to get up over and over again to fight back. It's a very difficult thing to know when to keep fighting and when to move on. I did not want to compromise any aspect of the series I want to begin, so, as difficult as it was for me (when I get as excited about something as I am about this, patience is not a forte. Neither is secret keeping), I had to take a deep breath and let it go.

After I had finished shooting today I hated all the images so passionately it actually made me feel physically sick to have to use it when I had had such huge plans for this week. Yet, the more I look at the final image the more I can accept that it wasn't from a lack of trying, and not every week is going to be a spectacular thing and even the things you hate you can turn into something you maybe even sort of like. (I am not sick to my stomach, but pleased with where this image ended up despite all the angst that came before it) It is such a struggle to let go, and it is not weak to do so. After all, it's about the journey and stuff like that.

Tomorrow is a new day. A new week. A new month.

Here, here.

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website

Each wave like water cleanses

preconditions from the sand

where all studied points of interest

are relieved from their command.

All senses of the organs

abdicate their hold and claim,

dissolve into the instant,

disappear into the Name.

Released once more the anchors

which hold fast afraid of death,

the Wanderer continues

in the tide of every breath;

Offers all of life unfolding

to create the world anew

in the dreamer and the dreaming

aspirations can come through.

©Ganga Fondan, 2014

In every conscious Breath, we are made whole. We are free to begin again and again. Slowly the layers once so rigid around our thinking fall away and we have an opportunity to look deep within and recognize and create with and from the Limitless Substance or as my Teacher calls " the Exhaust-less Riches." Then we understand the difference between "construction from the unreleased conditioned layers" and "creation" which relies thoroughly on the inner process of complete renewal.

in my etsy shop.....

I shot this one quite a while ago and have been slowly editing it in between other projects. But, it's finally done! This was a somewhat challenging self portrait to take, but I'm happy with how it turned out.

I suppose the biggest inspiration for this shot came from Ophelia... a heroine I'd rather in Brooke Shaden's capable hands. I wanted the photo to be a bit ambiguous about if I was levitating or about to plummet to my death, then the title came to mind, and through that, a little Ophelia crept in.

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concentration... watching the ignition for just the 'right time' to let go of the fire rocket!!!

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For 9 days, each day another trade/profession will pay for shooting off the hundreds of rockets. the first ones at 6am - then 12 noon - then7pm.... and the Rocket-Castle at 11pm at night.

Yesterday was the Bricklayer's turn, always the loudest day of them all!! I went to the yard behind the church from where they'll be launching the rockets. This aparently is not for the public, it's a dangerous undertaking and the gates were closed behind the coheteros. And i was locked in with them, nobody has told me to leave... they let me take pictures!!!

All of a sudden i noticed 5 men were lighting up cigarettes, then the "supplier' brought bundles of rockets and the coheteros started lighting them with their cigarettes, holding them between two fingers until they had catched fire before letting go. This is a dangerous and critical moment, because almost instantly after ignition, a huge fire beam would shoot from the rocket to the ground and the rocket was launched... handheld!!! A total of 1300 rockets were shot up into the air, in a 30-minute time frame, accompanied by a concert of ringing church bells.

Most rockets were launched, as you see here, bare handed!! Others were launched all lined up and stuck in some wooden- or metal frame support. Thus, by igniting the first one, some 50+ rockets would explode simultaneously... like machine-gunfire, Wow, what an experience!!!! - I took a few hundred shots (in brackets), just to catch that beam of fire, but neither the fire-beam, nor the explosions of the rockets up in the blue sky showed up much on my images taken in broad daylight, just a lot of smoke. I will look for a night shot in my archives, where the beam of fire is very visible and impressive.

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Isolation is the hardest thing to overcome. It's hard to feel like you have a hand to grab when you truly feel like there is no one who can help.

But you went away, how dare you

I miss you.

They say I'll be ok.

But not going to

ever get over you.

Over You

Not a whole lot to report today. I did get a new (used) vehicle. It's a '99 Blazer. It has it's issues, but hopefully nothing too major. It's name is "Smalls" so when it gives me problems it can say "You're killing me Smalls" :D

Random Fact : An average person will spend 1.5 years of their lifetime in the bathroom.

"The beautiful journey of today can only begin when we learn to let go of yesterday." ― Steve Maraboli

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My poetry book, The Landslide, is published! Find more information here!

For more images from my 2013 self-portrait project, 52 WEEKS OF ME: click here.

And 2012's project, 365 DAYS OF ME: click here.

Lucy Cornelissen (Lucy Ma)

born in Germany on 19-6-1898

came in 1956 to

Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi

absorbed in Arunachala

on 31-12-1989

''Secrets'' 2012

Bats, demons, secrets, memories we'd rather forget... I'm beginning a series based around secrets and there's a promise that at least one or more will be one of my own horrible secrets, any other secrets will be collected from close people to me. This image is the start, the bats are to represent different secrets flying away, but if they're alive - will they ever truly be gone and will they come back to haunt? The bats might represent more but I'm going to leave that open to interpretation.

Happy Wednesday, the weather is beginning to annoy me as I want to begin doing my underwater photos pronto! I'm looking forward to May.

Title derived from this song .. I never even use to like them until I heard that track.

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“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” Mark Twain

"7 Days of Shooting" "Week #3" "About Me” “Unusual PoV Tuesday"

When MrJ and I starting out our adventurous cruising life, we had so many objectives; such as learning to work together; learning about our environment; about the ocean, fish, whales, sharks & dolphins; learning about the true wonders of nature; History, Geography; and

more importantly spending quality time with each other.

In 2007 we took to the live-a-board lifestyle. MrJ and I had been planning our retirement for a few years; it was his idea to go cruising and I said, “Well why not”. The idea appealed to my adventurous spirit, “give anything a go once” attitude and besides I thought all I needed to do was to follow the bed. That was the beginning!

Packing up, selling and /or giving everything away and running away to sea was a big adventure, a chance to travel, a chance to be out there and live a gypsy’s life.

This is the end of an era...I finally tackled discarding all my old engineering textbooks a few weeks ago, but letting go of the volumes of hand-written class notes was hard for some reason. I haven't looked at these things in nearly 25 years, when they got put up high on a shelf when I bought my house. Seriously; they "sparked no joy", but for some reason I couldn't part with them. I wonder if they represent some disappointment in my career, and how it never really met my own expectations. Maybe holding on to these things was some way of hoping for the day I'd do greater things.

Today, I was procrastinating against a bigger foe, so my old habits came to the fore... do something equally uncomfortable... and so, my old notes, papers and signs of my investment in becoming an engineer are tossed to the recycle heap.

I can be forgiven, then, for keeping a few digital images, right?

... Der steinerne Gott trägt sein stillstes Gesicht.

Karin sieht es und kann den Blick nicht lösen von diesen Zügen. Und Schmerz und Zerrissenheit werden von ihr genommen, sacht, eins nach dem andern, und sie fühlt eine tiefe Ruhe in sich einströmen. Sie weiß jetzt: Nichts was geschieht, geschieht für sich; alles ist nur Mittel unser Wesentliches aufzurufen. So hat es wohl auch Eyvind damals gemeint, da er sagte: "Nimm dich nicht so wichtig, und das Leben wird einfach."

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Und so ist jedes Geschehen wichtig und unwichtig zugleich; es hat nur eine Aufgabe: uns zu dem Lächeln des steinernen Gottes zu führen, zu dem Gott in uns, dem Gott "Mensch".

Karin Seegewalt, Roman von Lucy Cornelssen 1948 Henry Burmester Verlag

There are times when we all have to let go.

'The mind will direct you towards benefits and the heart will direct you towards loss.' - His Holiness Younus AlGohar

the last visit to my mom's home, living on with memories of childhood, youth, young adulthood - some shadows to be kept, some to let go...

“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”

― Marilyn Monroe

Strobist: Nikon SB900 cam right into med soft box gelled orange @ 1/32 fired via PWII

Model: Joy Newman

Photographer: Me

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Listen: www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMR382aefmQ&feature=related

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You are the reason why we started this fight

but

I know I just gotta let it go

I shoulda' known

I gotta learn to say goodbye now

I throw my armour down

And leave the battleground

For the final time now

I know I'm running from a warzone

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What are we fighting for ?????????????

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Theme of the Week - Week 6 - Blue

The Flickr Lounge - Monthly Theme - Tuesday: Rule of Thirds

Alternative - Scavenge Challenge - Feb 2013 - Scavchal #20 Make a monochrom closeup of hands engaged in a task. Keep the focus crisp! Hands (but this one is not the monochrome version!) :-)

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Have a Terrific Tuesday! :-)

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saying fare well to a beloved woman

ODC "Our Daily Challenge": Beneficial Moments

new 365 project 2021: 266

"There was a little girl who asked God:

How will there be peace on earth

with so much anger in my own family?

How can others in the world be my brothers and sisters

when my classmates are bullies and despise those who are different?

As a young teen she asked the Christed One:

How can there possibly be only one Creator

while each religion maintains its own exclusivity

of rules and regulations for salvation?

As a young woman she asked:

How can more people find true love

when the sanctity of womanhood is forgotten

and sex is no longer considered an act of Union?

When She saw one patient after another dying

from aggressive treatment of disease,

she asked the Heavenly Father:

How can there be a cure for fatal illness

when healing is a multinational business?

She called out to Jesus

To Mother Mary

To Krishna and Ram

She called out to Buddha

And Shiva, Vishnu and Brahman

She called out to Mother Earth and Father Sky

but it wasn't until she became a widow,

that she heard One small unspoken Voice whisper:

“It is by asking that we truly love

It is by giving we receive"

It was then that she asked her final question:

What is the purpose of my life?

In that swirling vacuum a song arose

Shining and brilliant like the Sun

In that instant was a great letting go

A surrendering to the way of Love

A relief from the aching to understand

everything on the outside

A surge of unforgettable Solitude

A wellspring of purpose fulfilled:

Peace"

Ganga Fondan, 2010

Creating a new Vision out of this:

Living Dreams One song at a Time

I got home from work late last night and had no ideas for a shot. One of the themes for ODC was letting go. I grabbed one of Odin's toys and got to work. Luckily, I got something by the second shot (first was a timing miss) because at one end is a really hard ball and made a loud noise when it hit the ground. I didn't want to have to try too many times more and risk waking someone up!

Glad to be catching up on my uploads for the week, but bummed that I still have to shoot something today still. Such is the 365 life, never a break from taking your shot!

For the Our Daily Challenge theme, Letting Go.

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