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Happy Halloween everyone!
I have no idea what this is a picture of but it scared the life out of me. This image was found in a box of slides bought at a Halifax car boot sale that seem to have been taken in the 1960s. Reminds me of something from the Wicker Man, although the setting looks a little more Alpine. I took the liberty of tweaking a little but after working on a picture like this, I don't think I'll sleep tonight....
AFRAID by Daniele Suraci (Italy, 2020, 15')
KLOD by Giuseppe Marco Albano (Italy, 2020, 15')
LUCE & ME by Isabella Salvetti (Italy, 2019, 15')
OUR TIME by Veronica Spedicati (Italy, 2019, 16')
SEPTEMBER by Giulia Louise Steigerwalt (Italy, 2019, 20')
SULLE PUNTE by Ulisse Lendaro (Italy, 2020, 8')
TIMO’S WINTER by Giulio Mastromauro (Italy, 2020, 16'21'')
Getting ready to meet the world :-)
Miriam was our miracle baby - not because we were afraid she wasn't going to make it - but because when and how she came was such an incredible gift from God.
Kris checked into the hospital at 8:30 Saturday morning, having been up since two am with contractions. I got there only a few minutes later, and we all settled in for what we thought would be a long wait.
Kris went from being at 6cm to 10 in a matter of twenty minutes and no one really knew that the baby was coming. A poor intern was checking her reflexes, and Kris started telling him he had to stop. That's when he saw the head crowning.
Two contractions, One push, and lots of frantic staff who were throwing furniture out the way and pushing the doctor through the door just in time to catch the baby later... we had a little girl.
The attending nurse said it was one of the easiest deliveries she'd ever witnessed.
And after giving birth to Daniel in a foreign hospital that was essentially one of the worst birthing experiences ever... Kris was so relieved. We all were.
And we had this beautiful, beautiful, beautiful baby girl who immediately stole our hearts.
She's calm, quiet, and so very content. She already sleeps four hours straight (can you say WOW?) and even when she does cry it's not very loud, and ceases as soon as the irritation is removed.
Kris is doing amazing. She's shocked, she's gone out every day since coming home, and while she gets tired out more quickly, she is totally ready to take on the world.
Did I mention my niece was beautiful? :-)
The Greek word "phobos" means "fear" -- but I have no idea what a "concept zone" is supposed to be; they sell spectacles at the place.
Found walking in the small wood at the edge of the Town Moor in Newcastle
Lyrics from The Avalanches song 'Frontier Psychiatrist'
I just emailed my boss, 9:40am 3/19/19 about my concerns at work. I am afraid to speak my thoughts because I have been threatened before. By a co-worker and the boss. I may not have a job in a few hours. Very scared. Right at the moment I am shaking and my hands won't stop trembling. My heart is pounding. It has been this way for months on top of the usual anxiety I feel. I was having a panic attack all day on 3/8. The people around me don't seem all that concerned about it. Right now the co-worker I can't stand has on horrible smelling perfume. It makes my tongue itch and eyes water. Why can she get away with this???? I have been silenced by her and it is upsetting. I'm always the one to succumb to others.
I have a good manager at the gas station but I cannot live off of that income even if I worked full time there. My manager at the grocery store is great too, but he feels similar to me.
I wrote the thoughts below and took the above picture late at night on Friday 3/15 or early morning 3/16. I typed it all in my phone. :::::
I hate getting up in the morning. I’d rather stay up all night long than get up in the fricking morning. Because I am so tired. Tired of life and being alive. My manager at work tonight, Dale, he and I were talking, and at age 20, we never thought we’d be hurting so much and bringing in carts from the lot and straightening shelves of product. That’s the way it is..... I’ll do what I have to do. But it shouldn’t be this way. I pray to God that what He says “the last will be first” is true. However, I know that I do not have it as bad as some people do. But I pray to God, the LAST will be first, the people that sacrifice, the ones that aren’t comfortable, the ones that want to quit but can’t, I pray to God that we will be first.
I’m proud of what little money I make. I make it by myself. I get things I want AND need. I just want to share that with someone. I think my independence scares guys off. I want to be taken care of but it doesn’t mean I won’t work. I don’t understand why they think me working three jobs is ok. I don’t understand why some women have men that bend over backwards for them. I have yet to have that happen for me. So, right now, it is just me. I am happy with my life yet I hate my life. I deserve more. I am sick of this damn planet and government. No matter how hard you work, you really get nothing. The more jobs I get and “income” I get, mean nothing, I get more bills, more rent increases, and it doesn’t matter that I work so much. I make too much for any help. I make too much, yeah 50k, woo hoo!!!!!! But that is too much for help. Anyway..... I’m not sure I hate my life. It is just stupid. I see these tiny box-like houses, probably 800sq ft, and I would not qualify. I hate the credit score thing they go by here in America. It is BS. They have no idea why I let some bills go. I am trying to stay afloat. I am alone. And my rent keeps going up. The landlords (aka rental companies) don’t care, they just want their money. And they are doing just fine. No one cares about me, and my financial struggle every day, my physical struggle every day. I went to the bathroom this morning, (3/14/19 about 6am before I went back to bed) and was shaky and my body hurt just getting up. I thought to myself, at age 20 did I ever envision my life like this at this age. I don’t have a terrible life right now, compared to other countries and people suffering far worse off than me. I am very very grateful, and If I have to live in this apartment for the next 20 years. I’ll make it happen. I don’t know how. But I’ll make it happen. I say something and I do it. I don’t flake out. However, compared to the way people live in America, we are spoiled brats. I acknowledge that. I wish people “above me” would acknowledge that. I know people and work with people, if their car isn’t new and has the automatic start and gps system (I don’t even know, I have never had a new car) but if they don’t have the newest stuff, they act like it’s the end of the world. I want them to live like me. Work a lot. 60-70, sometimes more hours. And be in pain every day. And not have anyone to talk to that is close to you. That is how it is. You are, I am, alone.....
My hands are tied
My body bruised, shes got me with
Nothing to win and
Nothing left to lose
And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away
With or without you
With or without you
I cant live
With or without you
With or without you
With or without you
I cant live
With or without you
With or without you.
-U2.
At firstl look it was just a nice shot for me. But as I looked deep inside I found a small story here.
The grown up leaves are encouraging the budding leaves to fear not and look tall at this beautiful world of which they shall be part of.
I could see a shadow of a leaf through a leaf!
I'm not afraid of spiders. I used to be, but my mom is terrified of them, so I had to remove several of them from her presence over the years. I now quite like them. I always try to relocate them when removing them from my apartment. This little guy was pretty brave until the last minute.
My first proper shoot in a while and I had a blast. Chris was a great model and we got some really good shots.
by Shant Basmajian & The Patterns [Mike Alyanak, Scott Kennedy, others unknown].
Toronto, Class Records, 197-? 6-3/4" 45 RPM phonodisc with offset labels in plain 7 x 7 envelope with circular windows.
cowboy music.
slipcover spotted, disc fine...
1o.oo
Sad day - and I fear the worst is yet to come.
I will spare you (and my blood pressure) a rant and console myself with alcohol and chocolate.
FYI - this isn't a real person but a part of Ron Mueck's "Wild Man" sculpture. Currently on display here www.voorlinden.nl/exhibition/ron-mueck/?lang=en
"How do we now come to be
Afraid of sunlight
.............
Friendly fire in hostile waters
Keep the faith
Don't lose your head"
I’m scared for myself
And I’m scared for my lover
I’m scared for the things
People do to each other
I’m scared for the land
And I’m scared for the trees
I’m scared of pollution
And scared of disease
I’m scared for the future
There’s not enough time
There’s far too much murder
And raping and crime
And I’m scared of the drugs
Stealing youth from the young
I’m scared that society
Won’t last very long
We talk about peace
Always full of intentions
Preparing for war
With our latest inventions
Bad politicians
Are standing so tall
Seeing no value
In our lives at all
And if we turn away
From this chilling dream,
The child inside all of us
Too taut to scream.
~~~
Copyright © 2007 Dzanetos Andros & Marvin Lowe
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