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Life's Reflective Surrealism""
We are human, each of us has fallen in life which is a collective reflection of who we are as a society. But even when one of us falls, we are all deeply rooted (connected) together creating the whole of all humankind so therefore, we never fall alone and not one of us can ever escape the impact of anothers fall. Live - Laugh- Love & Share Joy with those you meet always.... Together we stand tall, divided we shall fall. (Not written with political insinuations- only Human ones)
"Your soul needs time for solitude and self-reflection. In order to love, lead, heal and create, you must nourish yourself first." ~Louise Hay~
Mum and Dad took up painting when Dad retired. They went on painting weekends together and took classes. Mum followed the teacher's instructions and painted what she thought would look right. My father never followed the teacher's instructions and formed his own relationship with what he was painting.
Still waiting for sun but had to grab a bunch of photos of the visiting wood duck even though a very heavily overcast morning with flat light. All are cropped and have noise that erodes detail but saving just in case it leaves. :) Hoping to get closer at some point but it is very skittish. Sorry for so many of the same wood duck. :) More to come.
With the tide about to turn around 15 minutes after sunset on 1st September 2019, the first day of autumn, 'Princess Coronation' No. 6233 'Duchess of Sutherland' sweeps over the causeway at Cockwood Harbour with The Railway Touring Company's 'Royal Duchy', 1Z85 1740 Par - Bristol Temple Meads. The train had been delayed at Par by 14 minutes, and eventually left Plymouth 16 minutes late, of which half of that deficit had been regained by Exeter. Copyright Photograph John Whitehouse - all rights reserved
Shrewbury station, Mr N.R Man and 70805.
Black and white interpretation.
Jim's shot.
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It's a lovely reflective building in Grand Junction, Colorado. I went out on a quest one day to do some local shooting and this was one of the results.
To bring our despair into consciousness would reveal our exhausted spirits, our broken communities, and our violent relationships at home and abroad...
Lamentations’ testimony is bitter, raw, and largely unhealed. Its poems use “wounded words” (Forché 41-46) to illumine pain and resist God's acts in the world. In its ragged struggles to articulate suffering and arrive at hope, it peers into wounds and raises fierce questions about God. Aggressively confronting suffering and resolutely refusing to whitewash truth, Lamentations has become for me a mirror of my wounds and of the wounds of the world. For all its brutality, I find in it an invitation to life.
-Lamentations and the Tears of the World, Kathleen M. O’Connor
My own photograph of Macaw feathers, with added special effects.
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I was trying to recall the first time I went to Centennial Beach
I do remember going with a boyfriend when I was nineteen ? -
I had a pink two piece bathing suit, it was high noon ...
and we laid ourselves out on a blanket to "tan" ourselves ...
yes, I know, what a pair of dumbasses, we got roasted
but while I was there I do not recall ever noticing
Mount Baker - or going down to the water's edge.
Was I so absorbed in my teenage dramas ?
And why do I notice her all the time now ...
It makes me wonder about what I am not
noticing right now, something others can see
but I am blind to it. This photo was taken sixteen
years ago tomorrow, time is flying by y'all .
listening to Dean Ford of Marmalade singing in 2014
"Reflections of My Life"