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“ “Sit with me,” he says.
As I move to rest next to him, he stops me. “Not there. Here.”
He motions to the spot between his legs.
Awkwardly, I settle in front of him.
He, the king of secure, waves off any distance between us
as he gathers me into the safe shelter of his body.
The blood pulses faster in my veins.
I like being this close to him.
Maybe a little too much.
“You’re beautiful.”
His breath tickles the skin behind my ear,
and the small hairs stand on end with the joyous sensation.
“You’re smart and funny. I love how your eyes shine when you laugh.”
He glides his fingers against my skin causing an addictive tingling.
“I love how you lace your fingers and brush your hair from your face when you’re nervous.
I love how you offer yourself so completely to me—no fear. You’re loyal and strong.”
“I’m not strong.”
I cut him off. The panic attacks confirm that.
Unable to be near him anymore, I attempt to untangle myself from him,
but he becomes a solid wall around me and I jerk in his arms in protest.
His tender hold tightens,
and the words feel like poetry because of the deep, soothing way he speaks.
“You’re wrong. I see you exactly as you are.” ”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You
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Sometimes life seems a sticky, tangled mess. But it's a beautiful mess with the opportunities it presents to become unstuck and untangled. Not always easy but always worth it.
91/365
All this stormy weather has been working it's magic stormy fingers through my mind! This last week my mind has felt like the equivalent of a malfunctioning power drill, stuck at full speed. I haven't been able to quiet it, it's not set negatively or positively per se, it's just 100 miles a minute and very overwhelming and I feel swallowed up when it happens.
BUT I've done some writing, done some untangling, forgiven myself for being human, acknowledged some needs, and the tides have receded and I feel calm and quiet again. Hooray! *dance dance*
Trixie: "$50 Gets You Whatever You Want, Baby."
Me: "Hop In, I've Got A Couple Big Boxes Of Christmas Lights You Can Untangle."
Set in the middle of the Shropshire Hills, alongside the Long Mynd, Carding Mill Valley is just up the road from the delightful small town of Church Stretton.
Historically the town was known for its textiles, using the abundant local wool, and a notable location for this industry was Carding Mill Valley. The carding mill there was built in the 18th century, and named after a stage in making cloth, the three stages being carding, spinning and weaving. Carding would have been done by children, and involved using a hand-card that removed and untangled short fibres from the mass of raw material. The cards were wooden blocks with handles and covered in metal spikes, which were angled (to make it easier to untangle) and set in leather. When untangled, the material would be spun, and then woven into the final product.
The carding mill closed and was demolished at the beginning of the 20th century, though the adjacent factory building remains in the valley today. The valley it is in took the name "Carding Mill Valley", and is now a tourist attraction and well-known starting location for walkers (being at the heart of the Long Mynd range). It is owned (along with the entire hill range) by the National Trust, who have a visitor centre there.
It's so fun creating art from the simplest objects. This is a fine-tooth comb, one of those little pocket combs that you see in a boy's back pocket from the 50s. It comes in handy for untangling Anna's hair or for teasing my own when I want a little more volume. Stand it up on its side, add a hard light source (this was from my iPhone's flashlight), and voila! Art. This reminds me of musical strings like from a harp, piano, or guitar. I see music in this image.
The dark-eyed junco is a species of the juncos, a genus of small grayish American sparrows. This bird is common across much of temperate North America and in summer ranges far into the Arctic. It is a very variable species, much like the related fox sparrow, and its systematics are still not completely untangled. Wikipedia
The first non-Natives to find and study these ruins speculated about where the original inhabitants had gone. Nearby Utes claimed no ancestral connection to the people who once called this place home, while Navajos said the civilization had belonged to the Anasazi, a term that translates as “ancient foreigners.” Early settlers figured the Anasazi had either died off or vanished without a trace — a romantic notion that persists to this day.
www.hcn.org/issues/49-17/features-archaeology-indigenous-...
There is a place right on the county line as I drive to work that is filled with Shooting Stars. As I climbed through the fence to get close to the flowers, my hair got tangled in the barbed wire and I ripped my pants while trying to get my hair untangled. I'm glad there wasn't much traffic...I'm sure I impressed everyone at work:)
Wikipedia: The dark-eyed junco (Junco hyemalis) is a species of junco, a group of small, grayish New World sparrows. This bird is common across much of temperate North America and in summer ranges far into the Arctic. It is a very variable species, much like the related fox sparrow (Passerella iliaca), and its systematics are still not completely untangled.
Conservation status: Least Concern
I found this damselfly caught up in cobweb, untangled it and placed it on a Mirabilis flower to recover - and so that I could get a photo, of course. I think it may be a Female Banded Demoiselle.
Paphiopedilum, often called the Venus slipper, is a genus of the Lady slipper orchid subfamily Cypripedioideae of the flowering plant family Orchidaceae. The genus comprises some 80 accepted taxa including several natural hybrids. The genus is native to Southeast Asia, the Indian Subcontinent, southern China, New Guinea and the Solomon and Bismarck Islands. The species and their hybrids are extensively cultivated, and are known as either paphiopedilums, or by the abbreviation paphs in horticulture.
Paphiopedilum species naturally occur among humus layers as terrestrials on the forest floor, while a few are true epiphytes and some are lithophytes. These sympodial orchids lack pseudobulbs. Instead, they grow robust shoots, each with several leaves; some are hemicryptophytes. The leaves can be short and rounded or long and narrow, and typically have a mottled pattern. When older shoots die, newer ones take over. Each new shoot only blooms once when it is fully grown, producing a raceme between the fleshy, succulent leaves. The roots are thick and fleshy. Potted plants form a tight lump of roots that, when untangled, can be up to 1 m long.
Members of this genus are considered highly collectible by orchid fanciers due to the curious and unusual form of their flowers. Along with Cypripedium, Mexipedium, Phragmipedium and Selenipedium, the genus is a member of the subfamily Cypripedioideae, commonly referred to as the "lady's-slippers" or "slipper orchids" due to the unusual shape of the pouch-like labellum of the flower. The pouch traps insects seeking nectar, and to leave again they have to climb up past the staminode, behind which they collect or deposit pollinia. The orchid, despite several attempts to clone by tissue culture, has never been successfully cloned, for unknown reasons. This means every plant is unique.
Fairchild Tropical Botanic Garden, Miami FL
Not much to say about this one ... except that it took me a good few attempts ... with one or two choice words inbetween! This is the first time I've tried the technique, which is fun once you get your layers untangled and figure out how it all works (thanks to Gavin Hoey's excellent tutorial).
This is my entry for the Photoshopped challenge, David. :)
I've tried so hard but I can't get you out of my mind
I feel like I'm still untangling your lies, your lies
You put this poison in my pen, you did, you did
Took the heartbeat straight out of my chest
I'm soaked in the ashes
How can I breathe in this smoke?
You watched the fire burn out
You left the cold, you left the cold
I'm lost out here
I can't run from this storm
I've never felt wounds like this
How do I heal if I'm torn?
I'm lost out here
I can't run from this storm
I've never felt wounds like this
How do I heal if I'm torn?
If I could change how the river flowed
I'd drift straight back to you
Even if I could hold back this rain
I know your love will never stay
I need to face this waterfall
I'll face this waterfall
It's my only escape, from you
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He was puzzled: should he practice the beliefs he knew all of his life? Should he make new choices and take a leap of faith? His thought process became all too confusing until he stopped thinking altogether.
This photo was taken at my friend Morey's mini meetup a few weeks ago! I had this concept with me pretty much the whole 2 days of shooting and the photos I took of it just weren't doing it for me! That was, until we went to El Matador beach which was surrounded by luscious fog: I knew this would be the place for this photo! Thanks Morey for the rope: you can check out his Flickr here:Morey Ptolemy
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Astronomers have captured a spectacular, ongoing collision between at least three galaxy clusters. Data from NASA’s Chandra X-ray Observatory, ESA’s (European Space Agency’s) XMM-Newton, and a trio of radio telescopes is helping astronomers sort out what is happening in this jumbled scene. Collisions and mergers like this are the main way that galaxy clusters can grow into the gigantic cosmic edifices seen today. These also act as the largest particle accelerators in the universe.
The giant galaxy cluster forming from this collision is Abell 2256, located 780 million light-years from Earth. This composite image of Abell 2256 combines X-rays from Chandra and XMM in blue with radio data collected by the Giant Metrewave Radio Telescope (GMRT), the Low Frequency Array (LOFAR), and the Karl G. Jansky Very Large Array (VLA) all in red, plus optical and infrared data from Pan-STARRs in white and pale yellow.
Astronomers studying this object are trying to tease out what has led to this unusual-looking structure. Each telescope tells a different part of the story. Galaxy clusters are some of the biggest objects in the universe containing hundreds or even thousands of individual galaxies. In addition, they contain enormous reservoirs of superheated gas, with temperatures of several million degrees Fahrenheit. Only X-ray telescopes like Chandra and XMM can see this hot gas. A labeled version of the figure shows gas from two of the galaxy clusters, with the third blended too closely to separate from the others.
Image credit: X-ray: Chandra: NASA/CXC/Univ. of Bolonga/K. Rajpurohit et al.; XMM-Newton: ESA/XMM-Newton/Univ. of Bolonga/K. Rajpurohit et al. Radio: LOFAR: LOFAR/ASTRON; GMRT: NCRA/TIFR/GMRT; VLA: NSF/NRAO/VLA; Optical/IR: Pan-STARRS
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..on how to untangle the mess of the past 4 months...
I have someone very special to thank for the patience...
Tressy's grow hair strand wasn't missing after all. It was jammed way down into her body cavity. I extracted it, washed & conditioned it and did a preliminary untangling.
This is an interpretive photo with lots of warming and glowing applied, so we won't worry about fringing and halos in this case. :)
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Macro Mondays: "Best with Holidays is ..."
The tangled mess that comes from just stuffing the lights into a box. The next year you get the joy of checking that all the lights still work and untangling the string.
The image is about 7 cm (2.75 inches) square.
your beloved body. day 1. stepping into my story
to retrace what I walked,
to unlearn what I learnt,
to forget what I was determined to remember,
to regain what I lost,
to overcome what marked me,
to understand what has no explanation,
to welcome what before I found awkward,
to forgive what I thought I would never forgive,
to honor what I have lived.
I am starting to untangle what has been knotted with much tenderness, just to go back to myself:
the place that I shouldn´t have left
PS: I am starting also another self-portraiture journey throughout October.
The dark-eyed junco is a species of the juncos, a genus of small grayish American sparrows. This bird is common across much of temperate North America and in summer ranges far into the Arctic. It is a very variable species, much like the related fox sparrow, and its systematics are still not completely untangled. Wikipedia
I noticed this little girl playing with something shiny...and, when I got close.... discovered it was some Christmas lights.... she was trying valiantly to untangle them....you know how they get when they have been stored for a year.
Little Darla...only 2 1/2 inches big ... a needle felted bear made from natural white Romney wool... string jointed so she ca be posed... black onyx beads for eyes and an embroidered nose.
Happy Teddy Bear Tuesdays
When NASA's Voyager 2 spacecraft flew by Neptune's strange moon Triton three decades ago, it wrote a planetary science cliffhanger.
Voyager 2 is the only spacecraft ever to have flown past Neptune, and it left a lot of unanswered questions. The views were as stunning as they were puzzling, revealing massive, dark plumes of icy material spraying out from Triton's surface. But how? Images showed that the icy landscape was young and had been resurfaced over and over with fresh material. But what material, and from where?
How could an ancient moon six times farther from the Sun than Jupiter still be active? Is there something in its interior that is still warm enough to drive this activity?
A new mission competing for selection under NASA's Discovery Program aims to untangle these mysteries. Called Trident, like the three-pronged spear carried by the ancient Roman sea god Neptune, the team is one of four that is developing concept studies for new missions. Up to two will be selected by summer 2021 to become a full-fledged mission and will launch later in the decade.
Investigating how Triton has changed over time would give scientists a better understanding of how solar system bodies evolve and work.
This global color mosaic of Neptune's moon Triton was taken in 1989 by Voyager 2 during its flyby of the Neptune system.
Credits: NASA/JPL-Caltech NASA/JPL/USGS
Hi everyone !!
Sorry for not responding to e-mails and comments....
I'm quite busy these days....lots of wool to untangle ;)
I'll be seeing your streams as soon as I can. Miss you guys :))))
The enticing little port of Monopoli, a fishing village established by the Greeks which came under Venetian control in the 16th century. Cosimo, one of the chefs at the hotel, drove us there one morning to buy fish in the market. The harbour is elaborately picturesque with a skirmish of fishing boats, scooters, fishermen untangling their nets and sorting out their catch, The old saying is "Red sky in morning sailors take warning" usually a good indication of a weather change to come.
Paphiopedilum, often called the Venus slipper, is a genus of the Lady slipper orchid subfamily Cypripedioideae of the flowering plant family Orchidaceae. The genus comprises some 80 accepted taxa including several natural hybrids. The genus is native to Southeast Asia, the Indian Subcontinent, southern China, New Guinea and the Solomon and Bismarck Islands. The species and their hybrids are extensively cultivated, and are known as either paphiopedilums, or by the abbreviation paphs in horticulture.
Paphiopedilum species naturally occur among humus layers as terrestrials on the forest floor, while a few are true epiphytes and some are lithophytes. These sympodial orchids lack pseudobulbs. Instead, they grow robust shoots, each with several leaves; some are hemicryptophytes. The leaves can be short and rounded or long and narrow, and typically have a mottled pattern. When older shoots die, newer ones take over. Each new shoot only blooms once when it is fully grown, producing a raceme between the fleshy, succulent leaves. The roots are thick and fleshy. Potted plants form a tight lump of roots that, when untangled, can be up to 1 m long.
Members of this genus are considered highly collectible by orchid fanciers due to the curious and unusual form of their flowers. Along with Cypripedium, Mexipedium, Phragmipedium and Selenipedium, the genus is a member of the subfamily Cypripedioideae, commonly referred to as the "lady's-slippers" or "slipper orchids" due to the unusual shape of the pouch-like labellum of the flower. The pouch traps insects seeking nectar, and to leave again they have to climb up past the staminode, behind which they collect or deposit pollinia. The orchid, despite several attempts to clone by tissue culture, has never been successfully cloned, for unknown reasons. This means every plant is unique.
Fairchild Tropical Botanic Garden, Miami FL
I have no advice for anybody except to, you know, be awake enough to see where you are at any given time and how that is beautiful and has poetry inside, even in places you hate.
- Jeff Buckley
90/365 Today Adam and I went adventuring to Hilbre Island, which was incredible! We overcame the perils of quicksand (read: sinky mud), a lack of understanding of tide timetables, and a rainstorm so intense we actually thought the sea level would rise and we'd be stranded with just a half eaten packet of haribo cola bottles for rations, and a mermaid tail to keep us warm. Great success!
The last week has been a wobblier one for me, my mind went full avalanche yesterday especially. I found writing about it therapeutic, it's very good for me to untangle myself with words and definitely helped - today was super fun and my mind was a lot quieter.
This morning I was at the local fishing harbor at sunrise and got to experience the most astonishing inshore fishery, on a very human scale. (Better pics in the first two comment boxes below.)
Unlike the fishery in Newfoundland, Canada, where I grew up, there is no pier or dock here and there is no fish processing plant or company waiting to buy the output from the boats. In fact, there is no fish processing at all. and each one of the several hundred people here every morning (men and women) are individual entrepreneurs making their modest living by exploiting an ancient, and apparently successful and sustainable fishery. Here's how it works, in a nutshell. (Sorry for the long post... it's meant for G.P. who has an interest in inshore fishing communities.)
The 30 or 40 boats, owned by locals and manned by friends who work for a percentage and get nothing if there are no fish, leave the harbor late in the afternoon and return around sunrise the next morning. These are relatively small boats (maybe 30 ft) that use long nets to fish with. There are no winches - men have to be in the water all the time to keep the nets untangled and to help pull them in.
In the morning, the women wade out in the water (there's a breakwater, so no waves) to meet the boats and are handed down enough fish, apparently random types but all relatively small, to fill their tubs. (See pic below). They haul these to shore, have them weighed, agree to pay the boat owner that evening, and sort and wash the fish. Then they climb into "lorries" which operate like communal taxis to take 15 to 20 women, with their tubs of fish, to one of the local fish markets. There they spend the day selling their fish from their individual makeshift stalls. What is left, they bring back home, arrange on flakes in their garden or on the street, and dry them in the sun to sell at a different market on Saturday. Dried fish of every type, especially tiny ones, are essential ingredients in Indonesian cookery.
So....no middle men, no overhead, no markups, no processing, no waste! (Also no inspectors, no off-season, and no UI.) An intriguing example of micro-enterprise that seems to work for everyone, including the end users like me who buy very fresh fish, very cheaply. As for the fisherfolk themselves, I can only judge from the hubbub, good humor, laughter and teasing from all sides this morning; the cheerfulness was palpable and the whole place was alive with energy and high spirits! Now whether the next generation, with their technological advantages, will want to continue this arduous tradition.... who can tell.
From Rise-Up Residency info:
Ocean folklore has always been abundant in coastal communities, with none more prevalent than the mermaid. It is thought that one possible mermaid origin could be the Dugong from China, which as of September 2022 was declared extinct. Some mermaids are portrayed as sirens and tempests of the deep blue, but what if they were tirelessly untangling corals of ghost nets left by deep sea trawlers?
If our oceans are to stand a chance of surviving the next chapter of human life, creating folkloric tales for future generations, we must act as ambassadors for change. British Divers Marine Life Rescue (BDMLR) are doing exactly that. Every year, BDMLR trains over 1000 volunteer Marine Mammal Medics, and has 20 whale rescue pontoons located at strategic points throughout the UK, waiting to help stranded whales and dolphins. Medics are trained to provide them with the basic knowledge, skills and expertise to enable volunteer teams to respond to a callout and act on behalf of that animal’s best welfare interests.
Mermaids might be considered fictional characters, but the challenges of cleaning up our oceans and protecting what life is left is a profound reality, and an increasingly pressing issue. Let’s hope that those mermaids are out there: we need all the help we can get.
Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.
leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing
that turns to a star each night and climbs-
leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)
your own life, timid and standing high and growing,
so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.
["Sunset" by Rainer Maria Rilke]
our front garden in the fall at Spindrift, Lake Huron
Anse La Raye is a Fishing Village on Marigot Bay and the largest town in Anse la Raye Quarter, Saint Lucia. Saint Lucia is an Eastern Caribbean island nation in the West Indies. Print Size 13x19 inches.
The first non-Natives to find and study these ruins speculated about where the original inhabitants had gone. Nearby Utes claimed no ancestral connection to the people who once called this place home, while Navajos said the civilization had belonged to the Anasazi, a term that translates as “ancient foreigners.” Early settlers figured the Anasazi had either died off or vanished without a trace — a romantic notion that persists to this day.
www.hcn.org/issues/49-17/features-archaeology-indigenous-...
On Waiting For Inspiration -
When I hit bottom and feel dreary, the laid-back woods is the best hangout to find the stimulus I need. Green trees adorn with pink blooms are worth seeing and prismatic butterflies fluttering momentarily bring me much delight. “Come on, keep your chin up”, a drongo with vocal talents chirped. I looked high and catch on the lower sky below the dense canopies. Tinted in the radiance of sunlit olive, the awakening color, a shade I never dreamed before, made my heart lift and sing. The primeval forest rejoiced genuinely, how the madcap in my DNA was set free and the controlled façade I keep can be shed without worries. Not bounded by rules but guided by conscience, I do as I please. Rude mosquitoes that go for neck kisses without consent, I’ll slap the stupid out of them to show the rest what not to do to a hot blooded female like me. Pong Pong fruits that hinder my way, I’ll kick them far off like footballs. Creeping stems, if they dared to trip me, they’ll suffer a terrible fate when I tie them into knots nobody could untangle. Naughty deeds like these filled me with glee. Suddenly a rectangular shard planes down a fissured apron to collect his strength. We exchanged glances briefly and intuition told me he thought his smooth wings were superior to the mature wood with thick, crackly skin. Yahoo! The unfenced zoo of insects encircled by ten thousand trees is indeed the best site to get inspired. Within the snap of a finger, I had scoped a good idea connected with the exclusive motifs. Since the interior surface of my house began flaking away in soft pieces, I’ve been cracking my head for a quick fix. Stubborn stains, unpleasant pen marks and grisly grime are no big thing. With certainty, my bedroom will achieve an arty finish with wall paper of identical prints.
Taken on the docks at Harbor Springs, Michigan.
It's common to see mooring lines arranged like this one is when you are around very expensive boats, particularly sail boats. It looks nice, keeps things untangled and neat.
Awake in the NOW out of the DreaM*** Untangle yourself from the beautiful web that the seamstress of illusion / Maya weaves for us to learn and grow in <3<3<3 Lupo
Some fun candid captures taken while down at Ocean City, Maryland. On the breezy weekend day I was watching one man out there trying to get this near shark kite to fly. He was having a hard time getting it off the ground to impress the family that was watching. Then another family (evidently friends with the other family from the interaction I witnessed) came out onto the beach. That "father" then headed out to help the other get this kite off the ground.
Step One: Untangle the mess ...
Step Two: Toss into the wind ...
Step Three: Toss at an angle into the wind ...
Step Four: Toss at another angle into the wind ...
Step Five: Oh ... what the hell, give in and start running with it!
Been there and done that :))
Sometimes you just need to allow yourself a break.
You need some time to think without any interruptions or distractions
But when you really think about it, how easy is it to find that time to yourself, truly to yourself.
People get in the way, things get in the way, life gets in the way.
These last few weeks have been different, in the way that I have a better hold on what I believe and what I care about and what is important to me.
At the same time though, everything’s a blur and a whirlwind of confusion that I need to untangle. I know it takes time and blah blah blah but I believe that everything happens for a reason, and specific occurrences and situations lately have helped me know that its true.
I just really want to thank all of you flickr-rites for all you have done for me. You all help in ways that im sure you don’t know or understand, but photography makes me happy and it’s a way to escape from all the craziness that life entails.
So do what y’all do with your amazing work, and do it cause you want to and cause you love it, not because you feel pressured to do so. I know im way behind on your streams, but hopefully I find time soon to catch up…………………………… :|
oh and yes, those clouds are real by the way.
I want to stay a little thing
And hide beneath the trees
Then I know I'll see the world
With a clear untangled ease
For those who grow too big
Find their heads within the clouds
And fail to live the little things
Hidden in fame's mirage of crowds
Went to Stirling tonight, as I was offered dinner by a friend. Unfortunately we missed each other repeatedly with incredible mistiming. While he was waiting in the bar, I was untangling wind-blown hair and touching up my lippy. While I was waiting there, he went out for some exercise and to enjoy an amazingly warm evening.
Messages between us only tantalised with promises of being nearly there. His message to say that he was finally back in the bar just missed me. It was only a few minutes too late to catch me before I joined the motorway back home.
As Burns wrote, "The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft agley."
This selfie is just to show that I really was there. Look - that's the interior of the lounge in Stirling.
Happily it was a very nice place to wait. The barmen were kind and helpful, even offering me a straw for my drink, probably to save my lipstick. My time there was pleasant, though not as pleasant as it would be with a dinner companion.
Wentnor is a little village just to the west of the Long Mynd in the Shropshire Hills Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. This is traditional sheep country, and was known for its textiles using the abundant local wool. A notable location for this industry was Carding Mill Valley at the northern end of the Long Mynd. The carding mill there was built in the 18th century, and named after a stage in making cloth, the three stages being carding, spinning and weaving. Carding would have been done by children, and involved using a hand-card that removed and untangled short fibres from the mass of raw material.
93/365 Today I drove into Manchester, and put my Spotify on shuffle, and it landed on a beaut of a song called "Wild Country" by Wake Owl. I've had it on repeat all day, life seems so untangled today, people are peopling everywhere and I enjoy it, I feel like a fly on the wall, no one notices me. I drove home on the motorway with the windows down and music loud, through this glorious sunset! So, a simple portrait for a simple day, with a simple heart that is simply beating along happily right now :)
“There it is—the goddamn
orange-going-into-rose descending
circle of beauty and time.
You have nothing to be sad about.”
- Jason Shinder, “At Sunset”