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We took an evening stroll around the Garden Entrance to Bronson Hospital and ended up shooting a bunch of flower macros..
And right around the corner from the bar is the best part of all: a cozy, comfy TV room complete with a library of DVD movies for parents and kids.
How brilliant to finally get to meet up with the beautiful Siscoe family. Our time in San Francisco barely overlapped, but we made it happen.
John on the Seafront at Brighton. Reading a book with a picture of Brighton Pier (also seen over his shoulder) on the cover which was on sale from an open air bookstall of random/assorted second hand books. Serendipity? Sept '10.
Lomo LC-A + Jessops 'everyday
the infamous Serendipity--of which we went because my nephew's girlfriend almost started crying when he told her he was going to NYC and told her he would buy her something there. Sappy teenage puppy love story, don't you think!? I hope he or she doesn't read this anytime soon!
This ‘Serendipity’ themed CreativeMornings/SP event was generously hosted by The Studio @620 with special support from Roundhouse Creative.
Billy Mays III was our serendipitous speaker and Mouth Council Leader.
The event was fueled by Cassis American Brasserie and Made Coffee.
Photo by Rachel Jolley.
From this angle it looks pieceful. What you can't see are the hundreds of beggars and hawkers that never leave you alone.
Dos maravillosas personas compartieron mesa con sus creaciones !!! :D
Rebeca : serendipity-blogg.blogspot.com/
Shamefully
replaying the outtakes, the
Mistakes.
The Filipino sex machine and
the fair-skinned foremother of
sexual intention. Infinite loop of
Guilty
conscious cannibalism devouring,
devouring, devouring your patience, your
head your
Heart.
Heave a heavy sigh for the ones you loved,
the ones you failed
the ones
you betrayed. Yourself:
Destructive
tendencies tightly tailored
to your personality.
D.O.A. Diesel Dying
Sex Sex Sex
Violence,
too. Yourself:
Searching for some slighted sanity; for a
sense of safety. A little
Love.
A beacon of belonging. A
Reflection
of working class
Depression.
Down here in the
dark and destined to die,
we will rise
Together.
Rewrite our requiem;
our time is not over yet. Arise
my soul and sing!
Fight
fair for your future! Free
yourself of these faults
before your despairing delusions
decidedly drag you down, defeated.
Arise my soul
and sing!