View allAll Photos Tagged Lettinggo
“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.
'The mind will direct you towards benefits and the heart will direct you towards loss.' - His Holiness Younus AlGohar
... 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."
...
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
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?
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.
..
.
.
Listen: www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMR382aefmQ&feature=related
.
.
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
.
.
What are we fighting for ?????????????
.
.
.
.
.
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!) :-)
113 Pictures in 2013 - #72 - Hands
Thanks so much for your visit! Your views and comments are really appreciated!
Have a Terrific Tuesday! :-)
saying fare well to a beloved woman
ODC "Our Daily Challenge": Beneficial Moments
new 365 project 2021: 266
14th - 20th November 2011.
Letting go is the hardest part. To surrender all that you know, to test all you have learnt. To break out of your comfort zone and to try something different. When you have spent most of your life trying to get comfortable it doesnt feel natural to purposely make yourself uncomfortable. But you must. You must extend your comfort zone before it crushes you. You must allow yourself to grow, to learn, to change. To expand your horizons, to push through barriers and fears and misconceptions about what you can and cant do. To learn who you really are you must allow yourself to step outside, and to open up inside. Because you wont be able to understand the rush of flying through the air if you are afraid to let your feet leave the ground.
Cardiff has been lovely. I have explored a lot - the castle, museum, art gallery, waterfront, streets, alleys, shopping centres, etc. I have done a lot of thinking and photo taking and wandering. I cant quite believe that this is the last 52 weeks photo I will do overseas. I dont have the words to sum up all that I have done and seen and felt. I believe I must also upload a 15.5/52 photo in the coming days.. because this isnt the end. More adventures to come.
"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:
Learn to accept, to let go, and let be. Allow. - Lama Surya Das
Picture Quotes on Letting Go & Moving On
What to Do in Chiang Mai: 5 Insider’s Tips by Local Experts
Original photo credit: Thanh Tuấn Tạ
I'm letting go
I'm letting go
I'm letting go.
-Sugarcult.
I was going to do a self portrait based off a song by Social Distortion but I decided to do this instead. It took me roughly 3 hours because I had to use 4 separate images, I took one of the heart (I made it out of cardstock a while ago) 2 pictures of my hands and then a picture of the sky. I could have taken a picture of my hands in this position with the camera pointed at the sky but it was cold outside and my neighbours were giving me funny looks. I did alot of Photoshopping and I know it's really obvious because it sucks. I'm really dissapointed that I put so much time into this and it didn't even turn out good. Maybe I should give up Photoshopping. I can never seem to make things look realistic and I just end up wasting time with nothing to show for it.
And really fucking pissed because the colours on my PC monitor were so much brighter and I don't know how to figure out which screen I should trust.
It's days like this that I just want to give up on my 365. None of my pictures are interesting and they all look really shitty, which I hate because photography is all I have right now and I'm not even good at it. I'm not book smart. I can't sing, or play sports or draw. I feel very talentless. It makes me wonder if I'll ever get anywhere in my life. I'm going to end up as an old cat lady.
I'm PMSing.
I'M OUT OF CIGARETTES.
Bad. Fucking. Day.
Edit: I curled up with Bella and took a nap. I feel much better and I feel sort of silly for my little outburst. This really isn't as bad as I made it out to be earlier. I'm just stressing. I need to chill out. :P Thanks guys <3
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...
Full text:
"The Dogs of War are loose in Europe, and a nice noise they are making! It was started by a Dachshund that is thought to have gone made — though there was so much method in his madness that this is doubtful. [NOTE FOR THE IGNORANT: The German for Dog is Hund. The English for German is Hun. Dachshund means badger-dog — and he is sometime more badgered than he likes.] Mated with the Dachshund, for better or for worse, was an Austrian Mongrel. By the fine unwritten law of Dogdom big dogs never attack little dogs. There are, however, scallywags in every community, and, egged on by the Dachshund for private ends, the Mongrel started bullying a little Servian. And the fat was in the fire, for the little Servian had a great big friend in the form of a Russian Bear, and he stood up for his pal. And that was what the Dachshund wanted. He hoped that a big row would ensue, and in the confusion he intended to steal a bone or two that he had his eye on for some time. He got what he wanted — and a little more. For the Russian Bear had friends too. There was a very game little Belgian Griffon, and there was a great big French Poodle, a smart dandified fellow, and there was a Bulldog. Rather a sleepy chap this last one, and the Dachshund despised him because he was not always yapping and snaring. But the Bulldog has a habit of sleeping with one eye open, and, when he is roused, he grips and won’t let go.
The Dachshund started by attacking the Belgian Griffon, as being the smallest, and mauled the poor creature cruelly, but was quite unable to kill her. And he was mistaken as to the others. He found that the dandified Poodle could fight, and that the Bulldog had not lost the knack of not lettinggo, and that Russia, after all, was a Rusher, and soon the Bear idea made the Dachshund tremble. And even the little Servian gave the Austrian Mongrel some nasty bites, and so did a neighbour of his named Monty.
The Dachshund now began to look round for friends, but they seemed strangely scarce. He had relied on an Italian Greyhound, a thoroughbred, named Italia, but Italia dissembled her love in the strangest way, and asserted that War was a luxury which she could not afford just now. All the same Italia loaded her gun, and who knows but what it may go off and whom it may go off and, whom it may hit — for accidents will happen in the best regulated families. The Dachshund, to his annoyance, found only one friend, and that was a dog of Constantinople. The Dogs of Constantinople are quite well known for being fond of offal.
Meanwhile the rest of the European Happy Family looked on, and who shall say how the row will spread? There’s the Greek with his knife ready to take a slice of Turkey; there are the Balkans determined not to be baulked of their own little ambtions; there’s the Spaniard fond of Bull fighting so long as he is not a John Bull; there’s the Portugee just spoiling for a scrap; there’s the Swiss suffering from cold feet; there’s the Dutchman, who keeps smiling with difficulty — still some nice meaty bones may come his way, and in any event he may be relied upon to play the game and not to be a Double Dutchman. [ANOTHER NOTE FOR THE IGNORANT:– Holland used to be known as a low lying country, but this title has now been filched by Germany] And, up North, the Norwegian, the Swede, and the great Dane all have their eyes well skinned.
All this, and more, may be seen depicted above. Search well and you may find many things. But not Peace. Peace has gone to the Dogs for the present — until a satisfactory muzzle has been found for that Dachshund. Meanwhile the Dachshund’s heart bleeds for Belgium — and his nose for Great Britain."
Source: flashbak.com/12-satirical-maps-of-world-war-one-41903/
If the hand YOU are holding is holding you down…let go..
BUT....
....Remember to remember me.Forget to forget me.
Even if you remember to forget me, I will never forget to remember you…
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.
174/365
“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
I realize that I'm holding onto some "hurts" so tightly that it is affecting not only me, but my family..........
I'm trying to let go........
315 - fitting that this should be #315 - a number that keeps coming up, in my life!
Saturday
11-8-08
315/365
"You need a room with no view so imagination can meet memory in the dark.."
--Annie Dillard (from "A Writing Life")
"Say you have seen something. You have seen an ordinary bit of what is real, the infinite fabric of time that eternity shoots through, and time's soft-skinned people working and dying under slowly shifting stars. Then what?"
-- from Annie Dillard's essay, "This is the Life"
looks better like this: flagrantdisregard.com/flickr/onblack.php?id=74937213&...
Part of the set, Alterations & Digital Collages
Today in poetry class we went over "After Apple-Picking" by Robert Frost (whom I LOVE). We delved into the mysteries of life after death, and the deliberate vagueness of Frost's work, and in those two hours I was completely disconnected from time, responsibilities, and incessant inner monologue.
Life can be overwhelming, but it's amazing how peaceful it can be when we choose to think outside of our consciousness and look at the bigger picture once in a while.
Lately, I've been using the word, "liminal." It refers to the threshold between two stages or realities. Liminal time can be a period of adapting, learning, or grieving.
Perhaps autumn is like that, as the world lets go of life.
“Who wants to become a writer?
And why?
Because it's the answer to everything.
To ''Why am I here?''
To uselessness.
It's the streaming reason for living.
To note,
to pin down,
to build up,
to create,
to be astonished at nothing,
to cherish the oddities,
to let nothing go down the drain,
to make something,
to make a great flower out of life,
even if it's a cactus.”
~ Enid Bagnold ~
“What pursuit is more elegant than that of collecting the ignominies of our nature and transfixing them for show, each on the bright pin of a polished phrase?”
~ Logan Pearsall Smith ~
note: much to my amazement, after completing this piece with gold threads and one strand of burlap, I came across this quotation!
“Some people weave burlap into the fabric of our lives, and some weave gold thread. Both contribute to make the whole picture beautiful and unique.” ~ anon ~
- Letting Go -
Kinda happy with this little experiment....
Anywho, look at me posting before midnight - actually, before dinner which never happens! Be proud. Or not whatevs.
Also, I think I may have gotten some tiny spiders in my bed in the processes of taking this...kinda maybe probably not sleeping there tonight, oops.
Here is the view from the dock at East Riverside Park (better known to residents as the "old" park) in Belding, Michigan. It was a good place to spend some time since we had no power.
ODC Our Daily Challenge: away
ODC Our Daily Challenge: journey
now - letting go - walk and walk - looking on my way - forgetting the time and direction - a journey just for me
ODC~ Mark
Mark of my childhood. I remember all the time, when I was a kid, everywhere I went that I saw a balloon, I had to have one. This means so much, as in the "letting go" of my childhood. I'm a junior in high school, and sometimes I don't think I need to grow up, but I have SATs in the spring, college visits soon, and then ultimately deciding where I want to go to school and what I want to do with my life. Sure, I have a general idea, but let's not tell everyone.
I'm on the uploading all the pictures from the last week or so streak.
View large or not at all. Jk, but it really looks better.
263.366
At least once in our lives we have all had to let go of something we truly love. Whether it be a pet, personal object or in some cases, loved ones. This piece is my interpretation of the sun. The sun brings life and also represents happiness, warmth and energy. When letting go of something or someone we truly love, sometimes it is okay to celebrate their lives along with mourning. This piece represents the warmth and love I have received from those I have had to let go of.
A view from the second floor. Time lapse of the piece will be up soon.
photo by : Amanda Hankerson/Minneapolis Institute of Arts
This picture needed a story, and I had a longing to write, so enjoy and have a good sunday =]
+
+
+
- - - She gave him her heart...all of it. And in exchange he gave her lies. Bloodstained lies. Now she stands outside the castle gate watching him dance with some beautiful woman, with perfect skin, perfect blonde hair combed into a perfect bun. She watched in lust, as he twirled the woman, a figurine of perfection, around the dance floor so gracefully one might argue reality. To think that a man of such status…such expectation could ever, truly, fall for her. Maybe he liked the sound of shattered hearts. She thought to herself, seething at the thought. Why must I be of such low status? Why does should it even matter... a status cannot change who I am…- But it does matter. The voice in her head argued with the one from her heart. She hated this life. She hated that the only thing in her shallow existence that she could look forward to was standing at the castle wall, listening to the wafting music, watching the women in their lavish gowns, dreaming that one day it would be her. But now it makes her sick, all of it, knowing that it was never to be hers. She couldn't understand why she even came anymore. Perhaps it was hope she was clinging to. The hope that his brown eyes would catch hers and he would pull her into his arms again. The hope that she could feel the warmth of his lips...even if was the last. The hope that dreams could still come true. But she knew full well that they could not…all she had left of him was that leaf. The one he picked up when he was thinking of her as he walked by his lonesome through the autumn woods. The one that reminded him of her because of it’s crimson color that matched both her hair and the fire of her personality. The one he pressed so gingerly into her palm as he kissed her with a passion, one that she was naïve enough to believe it was real. It was all she had left of herself. How could he just let her go... - - -
(Yes, I wrote this...steal it. You perish. Simple? I think so. Muahaha.)
+
+
+
There are so many things in our life that we do because, well, "that's how it's always been done". We've been doing it for so long that we no longer question it. That apathy keeps us stuck, repeating the same things over and over again. Just because it something we did in the '40's is no reason we still need to do it now. There is always a reason for holding on, sometimes it is fear, lack of education, lack of skill, children are involved, it's a financial challenging situation, you can't see it being any other way... so you hold on and each day a piece of you dies. One day you wake up and nothing feels right anymore. There is no external reason for the change, it's the same routine, same people, same situation, same coffee for pete's sake.. but something has shifted and it's time to let go.
It's time to move on and cut that cord to the past.. Happy Solstice everyone.
There is so much of a deeper meaning to this photo than what you're probably seeing in your mind.
I've got a load more from this shoot last week that I want to post when I get a chance too.
It's all about letting go. You can't see it in this photo, but there is a clay polar bear at the end of the lights. Even if nobody posts comments or views this, I need to post these for myself. To let myself remember that I need to do this. This song fits how I feel perfectly, was on repeat during this shoot for an hour, and Gaslight Anthem's American Slang album has pretty much been on repeat on my itunes for weeks.
I mean it. Press L please.
So don't sing me your songs about the good times
Those days are gone and you should just let them go...
Random fact: I find it extremely annoying when people call their significant other "baby".
{this belongs somewhere in the 30 day challenge group but I cant decide if it should be under day 8 for love, day 9 for hate, or day 16 photo from back. probably wanna say half 8, half 9}
85/365
"We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us."
-E.M. Forster
Day 214
"To change skins, evolve into new cycles, I feel one has to learn to discard. If one changes internally, one should not continue to live with the same objects. They reflect one's mind and the psyche of yesterday. I throw away what has no dynamic, living use."
—Anais Nin
~
"The field of consciousness is tiny. It accepts only one problem at a time."
—Antoine de Saint-Exupery