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*Me Again Monday
Life is full of challenges, face them head on my friends! We all have them and just know that once the situation has reached rock bottom one can only go up from there, and then things are all right again, and we basically move on forgetting what has happened. Always have HOPE!
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Don't wanna feel another touch
Don't wanna start another fire
Don't wanna know another kiss
No other name falling off my lips
Don't wanna to give my heart away
To another stranger
Or let another day begin
Won't even let the sunlight in
No, I'll never love again
I'll never love again, ooh
When we first met
I never thought that I would fall
I never thought that I'd find myself
Lying in your arms
And I want to pretend that it's not true
Oh baby, that you're gone
'Cause my world keeps turning, and turning, and turning
And I'm not moving on
Marken on a windy afternoon. I wanted to add some mood to the picture so I added a cloud picture/layer to it and some gradients to simulate light over the horizon.
character from the weekend with BONZAI, NEIST,EPOK, SEPR, scorchin'
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I am having fun with these guys.
The recording of some songs is nearly finished.
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On Dec 27 Sandra Herber, Len Langevin and I shot the bubbles on Abraham Lake. Prior to us heading there we had no knowledge of the ice conditions let alone if the bubbles were present.......we lucked out!
Became a Rockbottom drug store in the early 80's and is now home of yet another friggin Duane Reade drug store.
sometimes i just get tired of playing/faking the cute. click here, to view in large. (:
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You look different every time you come
From the foam-crested brine
Your skin shining softly in the moonlight
Partly fish, partly porpoise, partly baby sperm whale
Am I yours? Are you mine to play with?
Joking apart - when you're drunk you're terrific when you're drunk
I like you mostly late at night you're quite alright
But I can't understand the different you in the morning
When it's time to play at being human for a while please smile!
You'll be different in the spring, I know
You're a seasonal beast like the starfish that drift in with the tide
So until your your blood runs to meet the next full moon
You're madness fits in nicely with my own
Your lunacy fits neatly with my own, my very own
We're not alone
SUNRISE - Saint Augustine, Florida U.S.A. - 7/5/23
Vilano Beach - Atlantic Ocean - First Light - July 5th, 2023
Choppy Sea - Sunrise Drama at the Inlet - Summer 2023
4th of July Holiday - Northern Florida - Treasure Coast
*[left-double-click for a closer-look - five fishermen - out at dawn]
*[Vessel Name: "Rock Bottom" - 5 silhouettes - 28ft go-fast boat]
*[inlet jetty - dark jetty rocks - Atlantic Ocean - active ocean inlet]
*[Start of the Day - Calm Gorgeous Day - Post-Independance Day]
I've read that you hit rock bottom when you got nothing else to lose, when you behave in a self destructive way...
Sometimes I'm afraid of this, afraid of going into that direction
10/22/15
“Use what you have, use what the world gives you. Use the first day of fall: bright flame before winter's deadness; harvest; orange, gold, amber; cool nights and the smell of fire. Our tree-lined streets are set ablaze, our kitchens filled with the smells of nostalgia: apples bubbling into sauce, roasting squash, cinnamon, nutmeg, cider, warmth itself. The leaves as they spark into wild color just before they die are the world's oldest performance art, and everything we see is celebrating one last violently hued hurrah before the black and white silence of winter.”
― Shauna Niequist