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Day 21/365
Cork from a bottle of St. Emillion Grand Cru.
Time short today and I struggled with ideas for the 365 challenge. This is something I keep on my windowsill to remind me of our holidays in France and all those beautiful wines that we sipped.
سبحـآن آلله عـدد مـآڪـآن وعـدد مـآيڪوون .. وعدد آلحرڪـآن وآلسڪـون ,,~
سبحـآن آلله وبحمـدة ,, سبحـآن آلله آلعظيـم ♥♥
Sex Offenders - Mob Violence - Hanged
3 Boxes of 8,3x5x3,5cm with an oil painting on the top.
In each box there are 10 cards of 6,3x2,7x0,2cm with draings on the front and writing on the back.
Excusez mon humour... almanach Vermot !....;-))
Pour le groupe LLE : Un chiffre et un seul... www.flickr.com/groups/1555702@N22/
Originally part of an experimental build for New Elementary's Winter Village Station set review, trying to find uses for the grey microphones.
During Sail Amsterdam, 2010, a great event that happens every 5 years, Nuon had a stand where one could become co2 Ok, with the help of nuon experts.
To make sure that as many people as possible came to this stand, GreenGraffiti used environmentaly friendly chalk.
No te rindas, sé fuerte. Puede que el presente hoy no te sonría, pero ¿y si mañana lo hace?
Momentos duros, decepciones, lágrimas, gritos... siempre presentes, queramos o no, en nuestas vidas. Recuerdos que queremos olvidar,
momentos que mejor no haber vivido, pensar que a veces no mereció la pena luchar por la gente a la que querías más que a ti mismo.
Quería, pretérito imperfecto, porque más adelante te das cuenta de como son realmente, y te dan la apuñalada trapera e irreales buenas noticias.
Que por cada sonrisa que te dieron, multiplicada mil veces de odio fué.
Solo querer cerrar los ojos, y descansar de cada cosa un poquito, es lo que nos ayuda a seguir vivos.
I don't have a lot of wall space to display student writing in my new classroom, so I attached 3M Command hooks to the cabinet doors so each student will have a clipboard. I plan to add their names, pictures and a title once school starts.
Sushi, poetry, hands, prickly backrests, nervous silences, and parallel universes just waiting on the other side of those puddles.
Fine, maybe not in this world, but perhaps in the next one over.
This day still makes me smile.
Edit: 4/29/11
Because no one reads these anyways and I need to get it out:
The photographer and the poet, what an unexpected pair, everyone tends to say.
This picture was from the day that we went on our second date and confessions came spilling out in that flooded playground. I wasn't sure what was to follow from that day--hell, I still don't know what's going to happen to us next--but since then, I've been so incredibly content and I have him to thank for that. Because of him, there have been so many more smiles, so many more tears (just from imagining the inevitable parting), so much more feeling and color to the world. Photos have been more inspired, colors have been coming out right for once, and I'm so satisfied with everything.
Today, the air around us was charged with something electric, crackling energy swirling around. Lips fit together for the first time, hearts raced in time. Afterwards, the world kept turning, clocks continued to tick, exactly the same as before--how is that possible when we are so changed? Yet, we're exactly the same as before. Nothing's changed. Funny how that works.
I find myself thinking back to that moment far too much now, forgetting to breathe and smiling like a fool every time I remember.