“Ravens taught me to pay attention. The desert taught me to see. Art and artists taught me to see more…and better…and to appreciate, savor, and protect.”

― Linda Durham

(At least I think they are ravens.... maybe they are crows?)

I got out to visit my daughter in her new home in Utah. I'll definitely be going back... and I'm happy that I went in winter. I love winter...especially in places that will be 100 degrees plus and super crowded in spring, summer and fall!

“Our old barn taught me one of the most important lessons I was ever to learn: that the extraordinary can live in the simplest things” -Annabelle in Wolf Hollow

— Lauren Wolk (American author, poet and editor who won a Newbery Honor in 2017 for her novel Wolf Hollow and the Scott O'Dell Award for Historical Fiction in 2018 for Beyond the Bright Sea)

Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D7200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.

"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11

The best way to view my photostream is through Flickriver with the following link: www.flickriver.com/photos/photojourney57/

Leena Nio, a Finnish mosaic artist has made mosaics since 2004. She's mainly self-taught, color loving and passionately in love with mosaic art. She lived in Paris for 30 years and has been influenced by many many art exhibition and shows in Paris and around the world, especially by Aboriginal art and art naive, maybe a touch of impressionism and art nouveau.

This lady taught me or I should say tried to teach me to ride.

Seven years later & she is still a glutton for punishment. We decided to check out the track Black October. It is a nice ride. I suggest you check it out.

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"Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe."

Homer

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Paris, my heart melts for you.

****This is so exciting, this is my 1st photo to make it on to Explore !!!!!! =)

Explore 06/01/2013 #4 spot

A famous wildlife photographer taught me a valuable lesson a couple of years ago – know the behavior of your subject so you can anticipate where it will go and what it will do. Last fall I had the opportunity to put this advice into practice. I was in Rocky Mountain National Park during the fall rut. It had been an awesome morning and I was looking for additional bull elk to photograph. As I scoured the horizon, I heard a bull bugling off in the distance. I continued to watch and saw he was walking with a purpose towards where I was standing. A small hill separated him from the open meadow where other bulls were vying for the attention of the many cows that were there. If he continued on the same path, he would come up the rise of the hill and emerge with fir trees in the background. I continued to wait, and he disappeared behind the hill. There were other photographers nearby but none were standing where I was and none were looking in the same direction. Would he continue up the ridge or would he head in a different direction? After about five minutes my patience paid off and he came up the rise just where I was hoping he would. Had I ignored the photographer’s advice I would not have gotten this image. The bull came up the hill, gave me many fine shots and an encounter that is seared in my memory. Thanks for sharing your wisdom, Moose!

Thanks so much to everyone who takes the time to view, like or comment on my photos!

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You taught me how to laugh again

And gave me back my smile,

Restored my faith in people when

Everyone seemed vile.

You were as if the sun came up

Upon my bitter night

And bade the blackness rustle up

Some joyful morning light.

And inexplicably my heart

Rose up and twirled me round,

So sudden in its expert art

I scarcely touched the ground.

With you I am still filled with light

And all my feelings dance.

You are my song, my wings, my flight,

My truth and my romance

emile taught oil painting ; she is a health food nut, in fact that is her favorite food ;almonds no meat ,no flour, no sugar...

I'm American made but I'm not Chevrolet

My momma taught me wrong from right.

I was born in the South

Sometimes I have a big mouth

When I see something that I don't like

I gotta say it.

Well, we've been driving this road for a mighty long time

Paying no mind to the signs

Well, this neighborhood's changed

It's all been rearranged

We left that team somewhere behind.

Slow down, you're gonna crash,

Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast

Look out babe, you've got your blinders on

Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone

Real gone.

Real gone.

But there's a new cat in town

He's got high-faded friends

Thinks he's gonna change history

You think you know him so well

Yeah you think he's so swell

But it's just a front you wait and see

Slow down, you're gonna crash,

Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast

Look out, you've got your blinders on

Everybody's looking for a way

To get real gone

Real gone.

Real gone.

Real gone.

Uhh.

Well you can say what you want

But you can't say it 'round here

'Cause they'll catch you and give you a whippin'

Well, I believe I was right when I said you were wrong

You didn't like the sound of that

Now, did ya?

Slow down, you're gonna crash,

Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast

Look out, you've got your blinders on

Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone

Well here I come and I'm so not scared,

Got my pedal to the metal, got my hands in the air

Look out, you take your blinders off

Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone

Real gone.

Real gone.

Ooh.

Real gone.

Real gone.

You taught me precious secrets of the truth witholding nothing

You came out in front and I was hiding

But now I'm so much better and if my words don't come together

Listen to the melody cause my love is in there hiding

I love you in a place where there's no space or time

I love you for in my life you are a friend of mine

And when my life is over

Remember when we were together

We were alone and I was singing this song for you

Leon Russell (1970)

My father taught me when I was eight how to recognize this fish and my mother taught me how to quickly say its Hawaiian name. We made a game of it. This humuhumunukunukuapua’a is swimming in the Aquarium Restaurant tank in Nashville.

This is a sunrise from my third and last session at Milano Marittima - the one that taught me that even a clean sky can still offer a photogenic sunrise.

I captured this scene at the Canalino of Cervia (= the little canal of Cervia). It is a peculiar canal, since it flows in contrary motion: indeed, it has been built to feed sea water into the saltpans of Cervia (see my Reflections from the past for basic information about them). Where the canal meets the sea there are banks protruding into the sea. At the end of the other bank there is a steel sculpture of the Madonna of the Sea by the architect Alessandro Savelli (2009).

There was a company of guys and girls sitting on the rocks behind my back who were watching the sunrise after a long white night - if you concentrate enough you should be able to hear their soft chattering - and a quiet couple were cuddling at the base of the sculpture. To be honest I tried to clone them out, albeit with unsatisfactory results - the curvy lines of the sculpture in the background were too messed up. At last I decided to leave them in the frame, hoping that they keep cherishing the memory of that moment, unaware that I have captured them with my wide Samyang 14 mm, making their tender moment last along with the magic of dawn.

The sea and the sky were pretty uneventful, bordering on the boring side, but dawn has (more than) a few strings to her bow to help enlivening the most boring scene, so… there it is, I hope that you like it - that it can arouse positive feelings.

Contrary to my habit, this is not an exposure bracket: I decided to try the image averaging technique: 25 identical photos stacked and averaged. In itself this technique is not fun at all: just shoot a bulk of identical photos, then feed it into the software and get the averaged image (the Gimp lacks an "average" blending mode, so one cannot even fiddle with the weights of the averaging stacked layers). Oh well, and you need a lot of patience, since the operation is definitely not instantaneous. I tried three different softwares: G'mic for the Gimp, Chasys Draw IES Artist (which, interestingly, implements several techniques usually confined to astrophotography), and Image Magick. G'mic was by far the slowest software to process the stack (more than 40 minutes, plus out-of-memory issues), while, not unexpectedly, Image Magick was by far the fastest one. Chasys Draw and Image Magick gave similar but not identical results, while I threw away the image from G'mic.

However this technique has several benefits: it reduces noise while at the same time enhancing detail in a very natural way; it removes unwanted passing elements (present in one photo only or moving through the scene*); and, last but not least, it can simulate a long exposure effect even in broad daylight, which was my main aim here. I must say that, on the whole, it has been an interesting experiment; I hope to get comments about the technique and how to further my grasp of it.

* I tried this technique just once before now, in one of my fireflies shots from the Summer 2020, In the blink of an eye: I was trying to denoise and better the night landscape against which the fireflies were weaving their love dances. It was a success: 15 images stacked and averaged gave me a more than decent background completely devoid of fireflies because the averaging process did not keep the occasional elements present only in a single photo.

I taught English for a year at the Xiamen University in Fujian, China, 31 years ago. The characters for Xiamen DaXue are on the left. You can see a much younger me center right. Very fuzzy faded pictures...

I taught ChatGPT to write prompts in the way I learned from the great Techhalla.

After ChatGPT understood, I gave the following instruction:

Now create four prompts on four topics on which I invite you to act completely freely. A refusal is not accepted, make an effort.

Topic 1: something I have never seen before.

it worked:

Themes 2, 3 and 4 will follow very soon

today the 4 results of topic 1

here are the MJ prompts ChatGPT created:

IMAGE: Imaginative | GENRE: Science fiction | MOOD: Wonder, Astonishment | COLOR: Neon and metallic tones | BACKGROUND: Celestial landscape | SCENE: Extraterrestrial creatures communicating with intricate patterns of light | DETAILS: Intriguing alien architecture, unknown technology | RENDER: Visually stunning | LIGHTING: Ethereal and glowing | COMPOSITION: Dynamic and otherworldly | SHOT: High angle shot | CAMERA: Canon EOS R3 | LENS: Fisheye lens | TAGS: Science fiction, extraterrestrial, celestial landscape, alien communication --ar 16:10 --v 5.1 --style raw

Water, is taught by thirst.

Land -- by the Oceans passed.

Transport -- by throe --

Peace -- by its battles told --

Love, by Memorial Mold --

Birds, by the Snow.

E. Dickinson

"El agua se aprende por la sed;

la tierra, por los océanos atravesados;

el éxtasis por la agonía.

La paz se revela por las batallas;

el amor, por el recuerdo de los que se fueron;

los pájaros, por la nieve."

E. Dickinson

Taught Creole gumbo at a dinner party

My Father Taught Me A Trick To Keep Canadian Bacon From Curling In The Pan.

Take Away Their Little Brooms.

Arr arr...ahem

Please don't un-follow Me.

I taught a private lesson last Saturday morning and my student agreed to meet me at 5:30am.

We hit a spot on Sherman Island then made our way toward Rio Vista just as the sun began to under-light these clouds.

This lesson was on composition, but we had the added bonus of dealing with an epic sky to boot.

Not a bad way to begin the day!

Lens is the DFA 15-30mm on the K3II. Single exposure.

Thanks for looking

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This is my Flickr friend meow meow

We met for the first time yesterday... and went out shooting... and it was so great!! I took her to what's left of the old hotel... and she gamely slogged through the mud and debris in her cute little totally-unmudworthy shoes. And she posed for me - even though she's not really comfortable in front of someone else's camera. And she didn't just pose... she posed in icky places... like this scum-filled one-time saltwater swimming pool.

I won't blather on about it too much more but... gee whiz... was it ever nice to have a friend to shoot with. We both understand the difficulty of talking and shooting at the same time... so... there were many periods of silence... concentrating silence... when we both had our eyes to our viewfinders. In between we talked about all kinds of things... and it was such a nice difference from total aloneness.

Later, I got to meet one of her cats... a slinky little gymnast who was rescued from a honey farm and, even though that was ages ago, I kid you not: she smells like honey. I hope to get some action shots of her in the future... stay tuned.

Oh... and thanks, Flickr. Without you, I doubt we'd have ever met... and I would have totally missed out.

Shakyamuni taught that the shallow is easy to believe, but the deep is hard to embrace. Dismissing the superficial and pursuing the deep is typical of a brave person.

To be taught lies is a terrible notion. Day by day we are. For profit, and for shear pleasure. When the lies become to much, we begin to lose ourselves. Everything is expelled. And once it is, we have nothing left to go by.

I actually love this. I am not a fan of working in water, and I doubt I will again unless a model is involved. My teeth are also a lovely shade of green.

Cheers.

Paper : Yellow tissue-foil, painted with pink acrylic on one side (30x30cm).

Model taught by Jang Yong Ik during Lyon Ultimate Origami Convention #13.

Grass by Saku B.

Taught myself not to be let down by roses and their shelf life.

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Life taught me to give and not wait for anything, and to understand myself before I ask anyone to understand me, and taught me not to regret something, and to make hope a flashlight that accompanies me everywhere.

“He taught me to appreciate the simple things—a walk in the woods, a fresh snowfall, a nap in a shaft of winter sunlight. ... he taught me about optimism in the face of adversity. Mostly, he taught me about friendship and selflessness…” John Grogan

To Toki, who taught me all of these things. I'll love you forever.

The nice thing about his dog collar and style today or lack thereof is that I wore it on a plane and no one questioned it. Or the funky bandage on my head. I didn't carry the tennis ball.

Thanks for looking and for your comments. I'm truly grateful.

Lady Gaga taught me that it's okay to be different

Ke$ha taught me to be myself and not care what anyone else think

Bruno Mars taught me to do anything for that one person I love

Eminem taught me that life is hard, but you can make it through

Taylor Swift taught me not every guy is going to treat me right

Michael Jackson taught me to always love the people around me

Music taught me how to live ♥

Questa foto era nata come un tentativo di controluce, completamente sbagliato. L'ho aperta con Picasa, l'ho riempita di luce e contrastata un po'.... e questo è il risultato !!! Grazie Nene, per avermi insegnato a esagerare con i colori !! non li ho toccati in questa foto, ho solo lavorato con la luce, ma il risultato lo devo a te :)

This photo was created as an attempt to control light, completely wrong. I opened with Picasa, I have filled with light and countered somewhat'.... and this is the result! Thanks Nene, who taught overdo the colors! I have not touched on in this picture, I only worked with the light, but the result I owe to you:)

One taught me love

One taught me patience

And one taught me pain

Now, I'm so amazing

I've loved and I've lost

But that's not what I see

So, look what I got

Look what you taught me

And for that, I say

Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next

I'm so fuckin' grateful for my ex

Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next (next)

Sock is a self-taught painter from the south of France and is part of the 5.7 Crew collective.

This mural, produced in 2021 as part of the urban art and street-art festival of the city of Calais, is in anamorphosis, which means that there is only one place to take it in photography otherwise the subject is distorted.

He introduces us to a blue whale and her calf in an aquarium where “Welcome to Calais” is written on the wall. A fresco that conveys an ecologic message: “Let’s protect the whales”.

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Sock ou 'chaussette' en français, est un artiste peintre autodidacte natif du sud de la France et fait parti du collectif 5.7 Crew.

Cette peinture, réalisée en 2021 dans le cadre du festival d’art urbain et de street-art de la ville de Calais, est en anamorphose, ce qui veut dire qu’il n’y a qu’un seul endroit pour la prendre en photographie sinon le motif est déformé.

Il nous présente une baleine bleue et son baleineau dans un aquarium où est inscrit sur le mur « Bienvenu à Calais ». Une fresque qui véhicule un message écologie: « Protégeons les baleines ».

Source: www.trompe-l-oeil.info/graffitis/details.php?image_id=24449

Taken at the workshop I taught in London with Miss Aniela this past Wednesday. As my workshoppers will note, I took this in a very different direction!

I am home now in Los Angeles, and I have to say it feels a bit strange. I have been living with Miss A for a month and for the first time I can just sit and relax without thinking about our next adventure that we have to rush off and complete! I'm going to have a nice, relaxing day of grocery shopping, eating, and maybe watching movies...though I did watch 4 on the plane yesterday. Couldn't sleep a wink on that 11 hr flight, but at least I am up to date on the latest flicks.

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Just playing with a new lens. I've taught them to "plead" for their nuts. Just kidding--looks like he is though.

“True Islam taught me that it takes all of the religious, political, economic, psychological, and racial ingredients, or characteristics, to make the Human Family and the Human Society complete.”

“I said to my Harlem street audiences that only when mankind would submit to the One God who created all - only then would mankind even approach the “peace” of which so much talk could be heard...but toward which so little action was seen.”

~Malcolm X~

His Story :

“Malcolm was a smart, focused student and graduated from junior high at the top of his class. However, when a favorite teacher told Malcolm his dream of becoming a lawyer was no realistic goal for a nigger, Malcolm lost interest in school and eventually dropped out at the age of fifteen. Learning the ways of the streets, Malcolm became acquainted with hoodlums, thieves, dope peddlers, and pimps. Convicted of burglary at twenty, he remained in prison until the age of twenty-seven. During his prison stay he attempted to educate himself. ”

Read more about it here.

I also recommend you to watch the movie dedicated to the story of his life:

“From follower to leader”.

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Picture taken on : Alirium

As I sat there at Riddarholmen two weeks ago and watched the beautiful crimson sunset I thought of one of my favorite songs.

A Change of Sesons by Dream Theater that ends with a part called The Crimson Sunset:

VII. The Crimson Sunset (Lyrics by Mike Portnoy)

I'm much wiser now

A lifetime of memories

run through my head

They taught me how

for better or worse, alive or dead

I realize there's no turning back

Life goes on the offbeaten track

I sit down with my son

Set to see the Crimson Sunset

(Gather ye rosebuds while ye may)

Many years have come and gone

I've lived my life, but now must move on

(Gather ye rosebuds while ye may)

He is my only one

Now that my time has come

Now that my life is done

We look into the sun

'Seize the day and don't you cry,

Now it's time to say good-bye

Even though I'll be gone,

I will live on, live on.'

Sergeant Pepper taught the band to play,

They've been going in and out of style,

But they're guaranteed to raise the smile,

So may I introduce to you,

The act you've known for all these years,

Mr. & Mrs. Delk.

(and before all of you Beatles fans correct me, I know its 20 not 30)

I have no idea why she said yes to a scrawny kid with no idea of what to do next, but she did. And she is still with me, and I still haven't a clue as to what I am doing. Maybe in the next 30 years I will figure it out. Take care of one another. B

I was taught to always sit up straight and to have good posture. It prevents back trouble... and elicits such admiring glances!

This is new ensemble I created with my silver wet look lycra spandex tube style minidress, silver satin opera gloves, Hanes Alive pantyhose and my recently acquired silver hologram stiletto platform stocking boots with the 6" heels.

I do so love my tight shiny short dresses and I hope you do to!

To see more pix of my legs in short skirts and other sexy, tight and revealing outfits click this link:

www.flickr.com/photos/kaceycdpix/sets/72157623668202157/

To see more pix of me in sexy boots go here: www.flickr.com/photos/kaceycdpix/sets/72157622816479823/

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After adopting photography as my way of seeing, I started to read carefully the patterns, textures, tones (not just colours or brightness but tones are more the combinations of both), shapes, lines and contrast of everything. These are more basic elements of a subject or scene you are going to learn about instead of the history, the name, the location, the stories or whether that is a designated cultural heritage.

What has photography taught you or changed your way of seeing things?

Happy Friday and great weekend!

I tried to catch the last fall leaf around Minoru Park.

I taught him well at an early age. Suttree has his next vet visit tomorrow morning. He has kept down the Ensure all weekend, so far. If there is any art or photography you'd like to get from me to help out w/ these vet visits or buying all this Ensure ($30 for 4 days worth) please let me know!

"There is another world. But it is inside this one."

I have these dreams of a nomad life, on a blowing road. Just me, my feet and some rusty trailer van. Cold nights adjourned with blankets, the chill of loneliness offset only by the warmth of solitude... Oh how these visions bloom inside my head, every time I let my racing mind pause for breath, a spring flower thought blooming out of the mundane frost. I can hear the music, I don't know where it's playing from, some soundtrack to it all - I invite the musicians into my home on wheels, I don't know their names or their stories. And yet they play them for me as though we are long lost friends, bonding over some camp fire, exchanging memories like currency. My cat travels with me, of course - a furry friend to curl up with, another soul to study, a release for my maternal instincts that will go undoubtedly buried.

I pause, and mourn quietly for the loss of the life I grew up supposed to have. My grandmother's hands in soapy water, her voice narrating a husband with hands to wash me, whilst my mind is drifting off into a barn alight with feet, somewhere. I know how to be still, but only when everything around me is in chaos. I know how to move with the wind, let my feet bleed raw, leave the pavement beneath me wanting more... but only when everything around me is stagnating. I do not feel up, nor down, not here, nor there. I remind myself that this - this is the beauty of being. The song changes, and now I am a ballet dancer with all the softness of rain - no, the reflections of rain on a car dashboard, I wouldn't exist without the streetlight... I am unwashed droplets on the windscreen, I look like a thousand stars when another car comes over the horizon. I am nothing without this music, this poetry, this world which taught me how to feel.

I turn onto my back and cover myself in the blankets, each which held lover after lover. Each who held me, broke me, soothed me, healed me, taught me how to heal myself. Taught me how to comfort myself, like a panicked child - to forgive myself, I murmur softly "I know why you thought those terrible things, I understand, I forgive you, I love you, I love you." I exhale my old hopes and dreams, a husband, a home - they had built up like a thick tar in my lungs, slowly choking me and forcing me to learn how to breathe in a different way. I inhale my freedom. I question my sanity. I laugh, because that is all you can do. I smile to myself, because I know so little about who I am - the only thing I know for sure, is that I Am A Traveller.

I Am A Traveller.

I travel at lightning speed through the galaxy, I travel year upon year around the sun.

I travel through the moments of my life, experiencing each day as though it had already been written - as though some omnipotent being has given me one last chance to live it all again - I hold each moment to my chest and let my heart fill with a buttery mixture of sweet joy and sweeter grief, and I cast it aside with the most gentle, soft ruthlessness I can muster as I travel to the next now, and the next, and the next...

I am a traveller. As I lie in my trailer on the side of the road, wrapped in the blankets of my past, all those people I never really knew, and I let them keep me warm. I'm on some hillside, some unknown place again in my mind. But all is home to a traveller. And I am a traveller.

As the song tails off into silence, I lay fixed in my solid bed, in my solid home on solid ground, wheel-less and stationary. I have lived here for nearly two years, and every day I have travelled. To memories I will never experience, to dreams that will never come to be, and yet exist just as beautifully as real life, if only I always allow myself to travel to them. I cannot bring myself to close that door of my soul, it is the only door I have ever known, one I built somewhere deep within myself. I feel it is a part of myself that cannot be given, or sold, or shown.

It seems there is so much talk of letting other people into ourselves, but never is it mentioned of how to let ourselves out.

athletics taught him how to work hard and push himself but band taught him so much more...

band has always provided big-boy with a family that embraced him whenever he moved to the "next level". when he was in the middle school, the high school tuba section would pick him up and take him to hang. heck, the first time, a senior picks him up in a smoking jalopy and tells me, "don't worry, sir, we'll get him home early. we're only going to hooters..." big-boy was "da man" the following week at middle school band!

when i attended the first parent orientation for high school band, i noticed that the event was being worked by a bunch of graduates. i went home and told my wifey, "babe, they have kids coming back to help! and they've been out of high school for years!" that's when i knew big-boy was gonna be just fine.

his transitiion to college was the same. there was something for him to belong to...there was a family waiting there to embrace him...you should have seen how many graduates came back to play with the band at homecoming last night...awesome...

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.

Homer

I love Fort McHenry. I really am disappointed that more was not taught about the war of 1812 and other local history to my area, while I was in school.

Please~View On Black

Thought of the day:

"....seems to me, you'd have to have a hole in your own to point the finger at somebody else's sheet."~ Mike Cooley~ Drive-By-Truckers (Awesome band, check em out.)

Leaping from teh top of a shipping container in a ship yard in Gloucester Docks, and held back only by the taught ropes!

*Working Towards a Better World

Crows are incredibly smart. They can be taught five things on the drop. - Robbie Coltrane

The more often we see the things around us - even the beautiful and wonderful things - the more they become invisible to us. That is why we often take for granted the beauty of this world: the flowers, the trees, the birds, the clouds - even those we love. Because we see things so often, we see them less and less. - Joseph B. Wirthlin

Everyone likes birds. What wild creature is more accessible to our eyes and ears, as close to us and everyone in the world, as universal as a bird? -

David Attenborough

Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! xo💜💜

She taught me love (love)

She taught me patience (patience)

How she handles pain (pain)

That shit's amazing (yeah, she's amazing)

I've loved and I've lost (yeah, yeah)

But that's not what I see (yeah, yeah)

'Cause look what I've found (yeah, yeah)

Ain't no need for searching, and for that, I say

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Pose by *!R.O!* (Thank You Next)

Model Me

Location Home

Song By Arianna Grandi (obvi)

Taught by Eric the last day of Lyon's meeting. I really enjoy the 3D effect !