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Going to get out of here,
So many voices fill this place,
Society is in my solitude,
Oh find me the corner of this great space!
If I'd heard every word,
If I'd read every line upon the shelf,
I'd still need a message to myself.
A message to myself...
Searching for the elements,
The roots of a fundamental love,
Been reaching out to find my solid ground,
'Cause I've never known peace lest from above,
So up in the clear,
I'll find the voice that I hold dear,
And I'll send a message to myself.
A message to myself...
Lyrics from "A Message To Myself" by Roo Panes
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Good morning everyone. Just a single pic of a Spicebush Swallowtail (Papilio troilus troilus) nectaring on Field Thistle taken in early September. One of only a few I photographed this season. In general is was a poor year for butterflies, and in particular swallowtails.
As for the title, it's a tribute to Antoine Dominique Domino Jr., better known as Fats Domino, who passed away yesterday. One of the pioneers and true legends of Rock & Roll in the 1950's.
Thank you for stopping by...and I hope you are well and having a truly nice week.
Lacey
ISO400, aperture f/10, exposure .003 seconds (1/400) focal length 300
Experimenting with Luminar 4, adding some fireworks to an old image of our wonderful Story Bridge, I realised when I looked at the finished product that I had filled the sky with enormous microscope images of the coronavirus! Yikes!
Most often my method is a simple attention to God combined with a general sense of hunger for God. I find myself often attached to God with the great sweetness and delight of an infant at the mother's breast. I hesitate to use the expression, but the inexpressible sweetness which I taste and experience there is as if I were at the bosom of God at all times. Sometimes my thoughts wander away from God by necessity or infirmity. But soon an inner desire brings me back to God. This inward yearning is so delightful and delicious that I am ashamed to describe it.
-The Practice of the Presence of God In Modern English, Brother Lawrence Translated into Modern English by Marshall Davis
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If I was not myself
And you were someone else
I'd say so much to you
And I would tell the truth
'Cause I can hardly breathe
When your hands let go of me
The ice is thinning out
And my feet brace themselves
I'm there in the water
Still looking for ya
I'm there in the water
Can't you see, can't you see?
You've seen this all before
Life left on the shore
We're smiling all the same
You sail away again
I'm there in the water
Still looking for ya
I'm there in the water
Can't you see, can't you see?
Oh yeah
I'm dead in the water
Still looking for ya
I'm dead in the water
Can't you see, can't you see?
I'm dead in the water
Still looking for ya
I'm dead in the water
Can't you see, can't you see?
(lyrics from Ellie Goulding - Dead In the Water)
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I've waited hours for this
I've made myself so sick
I wish I'd stayed asleep today
I never thought that this day would end
I never thought that tonight could ever be
This close to me
Just try to see in the dark
Just try to make it work
To feel the fear before you're here
I make the shapes come much too close
I pull my eyes out
Hold my breath
And wait until I shake
But if I had your faith
Then I could make it safe and clean
If only I was sure
That my head on the door was a dream
I've waited hours for this
I've made myself so sick
I wish I'd stayed asleep today
I never thought that this day would end
I never thought that tonight could ever be
This close to me
But if I had your face
I could make it safe and clean
If only I was sure
That my head on the door
Was a dream
And, anyway, every image only halfway represents reality, whereas the other half is rather, more or less, fulfilling our imagination :-)
Beat Streuli
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Like mighty footlights burned the red
At bases of the trees, —
The far theatricals of day
Exhibiting to these.
'T was universe that did applaud
While, chiefest of the crowd,
Enabled by his royal dress,
Myself distinguished God.
Emily Dickinson
...the side garden of the Glasgow Street North post a few days ago... in the album "Why I love my neighbourhood."
my textures & a little pixlr
*366 photos for the 20's 04/05*
this year I will try to choose one photo a day for this pseudo-project, no matter the motive, style, colour or technique. encouraging myself to shoot everyday, even if I can't go outside.
Why is everything so heavy?- ♪ ♫Click to listen♪ ♫
I don't like my mind right now
Stacking up problems that are so unnecessary
Wish that I could slow things down
I wanna let go but there's comfort in the panic
And I drive myself crazy
Thinking everything's about me
Yeah I drive myself crazy
'Cause I can't escape the gravity
I'm holding on
Why is everything so heavy?
Holding on
To so much more than I can carry
I keep dragging around what's bringing me down
If I just let go, I'd be set free
Holding on
Why is everything so heavy?
You say that I'm paranoid
But I'm pretty sure the world is out to get me
It's not like I make the choice
To let my mind stay so fucking messy
I know I'm not the center of the universe
But you keep spinning round me just the same
I know I'm not the center of the universe
But you keep spinning round me just the same
I'm holding on
Why is everything so heavy?
Holding on
To so much more than I can carry
I keep dragging around what's bringing me down
If I just let go, I'd be set free
Holding on
Why is everything so heavy?
I know I'm not the center of the universe
But you keep spinning round me just the same
I know I'm not the center of the universe
But you keep spinning round me just the same
And I drive myself crazy
Thinking everything's about me
Holding on
Why is everything so heavy?
Holding on
:
To so much more than I can carry
I keep dragging around what's bringing me down
If I just let go, I'd be set free
Holding on
Why is everything so heavy?
Why is everything so heavy?
Recently I rediscovered this old photo of me, asking myself what I would do with it. When I saw the theme for "Smile on Saturday" : 'Blurred and beautiful", I decided this would be my first photo to add to this group. Perhaps a bit vain could you think, but it's not me I consider beautiful, I like the colours and the blur here! Hope you do too.
Thank you for taken your time to visit me, comments or faves are always much appreciated!
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My old PC has become so slow (a bit like myself), which has forced me to have a bit of a clean up. I came across this old collage and wondered how I created it. Technology has moved on too quickly for me, I would have no idea how to create these now.
Having been laid low with a cold I finally got myself out the other day. As matters would have it I was close to Adel Dam so called in with my camera. For those who haven't visited, there are a pair of hides and a Kingfisher screen. The Kingfisher didn't show and the far hide was extremely quiet but the first hide had constant activity including a pair of Nuthatch.
I still want to find the joy in the small and large things in life. I don't want to stop being myself, laughing, listening to music, drawing.....loving cats and coffee...it's the small things that lead to big happiness.
This current terror is holding me hostage. I'm forgetting simple things and I am having more middle of the night panic attacks. And, at the same time, I am still very privileged and I just have to remember that looking for relief in every day moments is a sign of that whereas others are just struggling to survive.
I feel like I don't have the right to be depressed but I still can't help it. It's a horrible place to be. And, I want to be hopeful and not helpless but I feel like all the magic and wonder has been extinguished from this world these days. I miss my old self, the old reality...before I saw things for what they really were and felt gravely disappointed in people.
Just an honest ramble. I still think art is important but I have to work to engage and not just completely disappear like a whisper in the night that you hear from a ghost.
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asked by many people.
"Personally, I don't wanna make an expectation on myself. So just live your life, keeps improving yourself and enjoy!"
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I was thumbing through the William Price "Western Maryland Steam Album" book with the intent of gaining some day dreaming time, instead I found myself pondering what it would be like to stand on Helmstetters curve when a big 4-8-4 Potomac class came up the grade. Most of my journey through railroad history (and my photo descriptions as a result) tend to lean into a yearn to see railroads in their glory years. This photo then popped into my mind. After being in service for 2 years, I just started shooting the 2102 at Reading and Northern that summer and fall. I did 3 outings to see the thing and enjoyed all of them. The 2102 is big enough to produce power, but not powerful enough to have a seamless run with whatever train you throw at it. The T-1s were built in house by the Reading company using some select parts recycled from other engines. Some call them "rebuilds" because of this. The T-1s were some of the biggest and baddest engines on the Reading minus the light mallets the road rostered. At the end of steam, 5 survived into Reading Rambles excursion service (with one being scrapped for parts during this time period before 1964). Since then they lived on in various states at various places. 2102 runs up the former Reading trackage into the anthracite region and over the former CNJ branch from Haucks to Jim Thorpe in the present day. The run has various grades, bridges, tunnels, and obstacles. North of Tamaqua the trackage starts a hefty climb up to Hometown where it crests downhill to Jim Thorpe. At mile marker 99, at the searchlights installed within the past 10 years, the train's dig into the grade has already begun. You can hear the beating on the rails from lightyears away, it becomes oh so closely sounding but continues to trick the mind. The bellless crossing next to the signals activates. Lights stream around the corner. Then the sounds, A long, a long, "OSJT, Clear signal, 99", a short, a long. The engine, shooting smoke at high velocity out the stack, thunders at the trees and removes their leaves. The approach lit SB signal lights up, rails squeel, the bridge takes on the weight of the engine... you can no longer hear anything... A static takes hold as the exhaust has produced enough sound to pierce your ears. Its loud but silent, the camera clicks away without a detectable sound. Decibels rise, you cannot hear yourself think. You take the camera down and get the friendly wave, they have ear plugs! The shrill passes and then slowly fades. The rail squeals as the clickety clacks fade back in like a studio mix on a 60s hippy song. Marker lights on the rear observation car conclude the show. The crossing lights conclude their flashing, the railfans scurry back to their cars and leave in a hurry, the signal goes back to darkness. Peace has returned to the Schuylkill Valley.
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