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Three days in progress…
Leicester Market
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Iain Merchant (www.theartoflife.gallery)
I want HIM to feel ME al(l.over) my body and cAREss my SOul like No ONE HAS dONE beFORe.
I want to feel the love FREEly given to me – I must(!) fight THE dark and figure out who I REALly am KISSing.
****
(&)i-
(&)him-
(&)me-
.are.so.none.has.one.for.free.)
(.the.real.kiss.)
Bradgate Park
Leicestershire Loveliness
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HERE IT IS:
The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:
For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?
If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?
We are made of the stars after all...
Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?
I already feel like an empty vessel.
I want so badly to fill it up
(.take.another.one.).
Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.
It's time for this to start to stop.
Everything stops ... Eventually.
*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.
.****.
My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.
I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.
With love,
DAH.
Bradgate Park
Leicestershire Loveliness
Art & Photography: www.theartoflife.gallery
Flickr: www.flickriver.com/photos/iainmerchant/
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Bradgate Park
Leicestershire Loveliness
Art & Photography: www.theartoflife.gallery
Flickr: www.flickriver.com/photos/iainmerchant/
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its a plant that is thinking, feeling and breathing.. taking colors from nature, well it is nature. Am i making sense?
i think something, yet different words come out, its like the brain and the tongue are not connecting in some way. Its strange, but if you can make "art" out of these awkward moments, then that is when the unique art emerges.
I don't know if i am able to do that yet.
This song of mine will wind its music around you,
my child, like the fond arms of love.
This song of mine will touch your
forehead like a kiss of blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side
and whisper in your ear...
When you are in the crowd,
it will fence you about with aloofness.
My song will be like a pair of wings
to your dreams, it will transport your heart
to the verge of the unknown.
It will be like the faithful star overhead
when dark night is over your road.
My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,
and will carry your sight into the heart of things.
And when my voice is silenced in death,
my song will speak in your living heart."
~Rabindranath Tagore
(Via: reconnections.net)
❤ C. A. C U P I D ❤
Happy valentines day ..
in Mexico it is still valentines night so yaay
♔ m u s i c ♔
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BBym435839M
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lp-EO5I60KA
HERE IT IS:
The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:
For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?
If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?
We are made of the stars after all...
Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?
I already feel like an empty vessel.
I want so badly to fill it up
(.take.another.one.).
Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.
It's time for this to start to stop.
Everything stops ... Eventually.
*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.
.****.
My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.
I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.
With love,
DAH.
Street Photography
Around the City of Leicester
Art & Photography: www.theartoflife.gallery
Flickr: www.flickriver.com/photos/iainmerchant/
#IainMerchant #TheArtofLife #Photography #Beautiful #Leicestershire #PhotooftheDay #PickoftheDay #Art #ThinkingOutLoud #DigitalPhotography #MyPhoto
Iain Merchant (www.theartoflife.gallery)
HERE IT IS:
The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:
For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?
If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?
We are made of the stars after all...
Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?
I already feel like an empty vessel.
I want so badly to fill it up
(.take.another.one.).
Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.
It's time for this to start to stop.
Everything stops ... Eventually.
*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.
.****.
My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.
I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.
With love,
DAH.
This song of mine will wind its music around you,
my child, like the fond arms of love.
This song of mine will touch your
forehead like a kiss of blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side
and whisper in your ear...
When you are in the crowd,
it will fence you about with aloofness.
My song will be like a pair of wings
to your dreams, it will transport your heart
to the verge of the unknown.
It will be like the faithful star overhead
when dark night is over your road.
My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,
and will carry your sight into the heart of things.
And when my voice is silenced in death,
my song will speak in your living heart."
~Rabindranath Tagore
(Via: reconnections.net)
HERE IT IS:
The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:
For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?
If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?
We are made of the stars after all...
Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?
I already feel like an empty vessel.
I want so badly to fill it up
(.take.another.one.).
Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.
It's time for this to start to stop.
Everything stops ... Eventually.
*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.
.****.
My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.
I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.
With love,
DAH.
(This one may go off on a tangent. You've been warned. ^_^;)
Last picture of the night? I just got home from the City about 40 minutes ago (0100 PST), and will be taking off towards Sacramento in about 9 hours or so? (Was in SF for a gathering that I ended up missing out of, but I found some damn good finds at various shops in the Haight/Asbury area. More on those later on.)
Had some issues with my multi-memory card reader being tempramental with this 8GB SD-HC card, which I bought in late November with the "big gun", my Canon Rebel XS DSLR.
The computer was saying the card was write protected, even though the switch was set in the proper position. (Go figure, images would delete via the camera.)
About 10 minutes ago, I took a can of compressed dusting gas (Always handy to have around the house!) and let a few well-placed blasts go at the card slots. The problem seems solved for now. I'm probably going to have to open the case again for one of the several-times-per-year dust bunny clear outs and motherboard capacitator visual inspections.
(Hey, I invested a lot of money in this all-round "Jack of all trades" tower system, and I like to protect my investments. Besides, my inner geek will not be denied.)
And, why am I not in costume most of the time? Well, not much inspiration most of the time, and I'm still fighting burnout after some commissions from Hell the last year or two.
I still have ideas, but does it matter whether or not there's an occasion to get dressed up? I will admit I have a strong attatchment to Black Jack.
Maybe I'll feel better once time moves on, and things change somewhat in my personal/work/friendship life. I know I'll hopefully have a better outlook once I get refocused on losing weight. (Looking at about dropping 120 pounds or so when all is said and done. I'm doing it primarily for health reasons, but if I look better in costumes and outfits I wear, then it's an added bonus!)
I don't believe in politics of any kind, I just want to do what I feel comfortable with.
I am in a state of evolution. I do have my heroes. As always, "With My Own Hands, I'll Make My Destiny!"
FG Series - 1984
I have been doing the FG Series for two years now. Two years of regular postings from a collection of film photographs taken by a kid who really had no idea what he was doing... I am lucky that I have had enough decent images to do the series for this long.
The series was originally just going to be where I posted a small collection of film photographs... the ones that I thought were the best... to keep them separate from my ever growing digital catalog. Lately, however, I have found myself shooting film more and more... and I fully intend to continue that trend.
So... that leaves the FG Series at a different place. Over time, it has evolved into a playground for my memories. While the Wayback stuff is about my roots and a past that I was mostly not a part of... the old FG images are my nostalgia. I have reached a point where the photos that I still have to post might only be of interest to me.
What remains of my collection are photographs that are either truly poor quality, are boring as hell, or are just plain silly.... such as this one that Dave took of me doing my Thurston Howell impersonation.
I have not decided if I should continue with these old FG images yet... but if I do, let this be your warning that it will be mostly stuff like you see here.
Enjoy! :)
This song of mine will wind its music around you,
my child, like the fond arms of love.
This song of mine will touch your
forehead like a kiss of blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side
and whisper in your ear...
When you are in the crowd,
it will fence you about with aloofness.
My song will be like a pair of wings
to your dreams, it will transport your heart
to the verge of the unknown.
It will be like the faithful star overhead
when dark night is over your road.
My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,
and will carry your sight into the heart of things.
And when my voice is silenced in death,
my song will speak in your living heart."
~Rabindranath Tagore
(Via: reconnections.net)
HERE IT IS:
The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:
For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?
If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?
We are made of the stars after all...
Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?
I already feel like an empty vessel.
I want so badly to fill it up
(.take.another.one.).
Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.
It's time for this to start to stop.
Everything stops ... Eventually.
*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.
.****.
My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.
I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.
With love,
DAH.
For a culture grounded in gymnastics and Kung fu, parkour seems like a natural extension for personal dedication.
HERE IT IS:
The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:
For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?
If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?
We are made of the stars after all...
Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?
I already feel like an empty vessel.
I want so badly to fill it up
(.take.another.one.).
Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.
It's time for this to start to stop.
Everything stops ... Eventually.
*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.
.****.
My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.
I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.
With love,
DAH.
HERE IT IS:
The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:
For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?
If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?
We are made of the stars after all...
Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?
I already feel like an empty vessel.
I want so badly to fill it up
(.take.another.one.).
Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.
It's time for this to start to stop.
Everything stops ... Eventually.
*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.
.****.
My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.
I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.
With love,
DAH.