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Sixty three years ago, an American sailor walked through New York City's Times Square. He was celebrating Japan's surrender in World War Two. The sailor saw a nurse, and kissed her. A Life magazine photographer caught the scene. This statue is based on the famous Life Magazine photo by Alfred Eisenstaedt.
2012/10/06
SURRENDER OF DIVINITY (from Thailand)
Asakusa Extreme vol 22
at asakusa kurawood
with
ABIGAIL
CLANDESTAINED
RETURN
ZOMBIE RITUAL
This is the house across from the stucco and terracotta roofed place.
As I said, architecturally, the two places couldn't be more different. This one is but more than a spacious farm house, the other is much more a villa. Still, both are beautiful, at least to a crazy like me.
This is the Mormon Temple in Bethesda, MD. The bridge that crosses the beltway just in front of us frequently carries the graffito "Surrender Dorothy!", when it's not blacked out by diligent road crews.
Hessians, or trained German mercenaries hired by Britian, were surprised on December 26th by George Washingtons troops and quickly surrendered.
She reads a book from across the street
Waiting for someone that she'll never meet.
Talk over coffee for an hour or two,
She wonders why I'm always in a good mood.
Killin' time before she struts her stuff,
She needs supporting, I'll become the crutch.
She'll never know how much she means to me.
I´d play the game but I'm the referee.
Surrender every word, every thought every sound.
Surrender every touch, every smile, every frown.
Surrender all the pain we've endured until now.
Surrender all the hope that I lost you have found.
Surrender yourself to me.
Even though I know what I'm lookin' for,
She's got a brick wall behind her door.
I´d travel time and confess to her,
But I'm afraid she'd shoot the messenger.
Surrender every word, every thought every sound.
Surrender every touch, every smile, every frown.
Surrender all the pain we've endured until now.
Surrender all the hope that I lost you have found.
Surrender yourself to me.
I think I found a flower a field of words,
I think I found a flower in a field of words.
Searching until my hands bleed,
This flower don't belong to me.
I think I found her suffering a field of words,
I think I found her frowning in a field of words.
Searching until my hands bleed,
This flower don't belong to me.
This flower don't belong to me.
Why could she belong to me?
Every word, every thought every sound.
Every touch, every smile, every frown.
All the pain we've endured until now.
All the hope that I lost you have found.
Surrender every word, every thought every sound.
Surrender every touch, every smile, every frown.
Surrender all the pain we've endured until now.
Surrender all the hope that I lost you have found.
(Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask,
(Surrender) as my moment had come and passed.
(Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask,
(Surrender) as my moment had come and passed.
(Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask,
(Surrender) as my moment had come and passed.
(Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask
Day 116 of 365: "Moment of Surrender"
From the looks of it, this old church ready to surrender itself to the laws of physics and nature and eventually, and sadly, be gone for good. It looks like the only thing holding this old church together is a higher power, a force greater than itself.
For me that greater power is my creativity; at times, that's all that holds me together.
Almost a third of the way through this photo a day project, I'm beginning to realize that I have to surrender myself to my art, sometimes get out of its way and just let it happen. I have to surrender myself to my creativity and not care what others think. And yet, when I do, will anybody notice?
"At the moment of surrender
I folded to my knees
I did not notice the passers-by
And they did not notice me
I've been in every black hole
At the altar of the dark star
My body's now a begging bowl
That's begging to get back, begging to get back
To my heart
To the rhythm of my soul
To the rhythm of my unconsciousness
To the rhythm that yearns
To be released from control" - U2
(2/4/12)