Afraid of the dark

True darkness is when you cannot see. I never take any of my senses and abilities for granted. This became even more evident to me the past couple of months when my husband could not see well enough to drive. Two days ago he had surgery and is on his way to seeing clearly again.

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"Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows."

-Matthew 10:29-31

Retiro, Madrid, Spain

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of the big bad bat?

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...but curious about the camera.

Who's afraid of Virginia Wolfe? Well apparently nobody, because she doesn't exist anymore!

"Adeline Virginia Woolf was an English writer, who is considered one of the most important modernist 20th-century authors and a pioneer in the use of stream of consciousness as a narrative device."

Woolf? Anyhow, like always there's a few thousand articles to be found about Virginia WOLFE.

The skyway up Mt. Pilatus - it was a very cold and rainy day!

Why I am afraid to lose you when your not even mine...

Look Afraid on July 21st 2009

Alex Nauth

Mat Franklin

Cole Walsh-Davis

Sam Duff

Lex Vegas

Be very afraid ...

Have you ever seen a kid pack their bag? Or backpack? There is no rhyme or reason to it. They just throw stuff it and hope it closes. "Stuff" also includes trash ... see the brown napkin in her bag? Yeah ... that's just one of the few pieces of trash in there.

By the way, I was in their room last night and discovered a bag of trash from Wednesday. There was a rotten banana peel in it along with other junk that they ate the first day. When I asked why they hadn't thrown it away, they both said, "The trash has no plastic bag in it! What if you're in the bathroom and you smear poop on the side of the trashcan?" OK, what does this have to do with throwing away your trash? They wanted to know why the bathroom trash cans weren't lined and I said, "it is an Asian thing." They looked at me and chuckled.

My talented neighbor produced this elegant carving of an incubating alien fetus.

Photographer : Ash Castro

Gantimpala Theatre Foundation, Manila Philippines

I was afraid you'd hit me if I'd spoken up

I was afraid of your physical strength

I was afraid you'd hit below the belt

I was afraid of your sucker punch

I was afraid of your reducing me

I was afraid of your alcohol breath

I was afraid of your complete disregard for me

I was afraid of your temper

I was afraid of handles being flown off of

I was afraid of holes being punched into walls

I was afraid of your testosterone

I have as much rage as you have

I have as much pain as you do

I've lived as much hell as you have

and I've kept mine bubbling under for you

You were my best friend

You were my lover

You were my mentor

You were my brother

You were my partner

You were my teacher

You were my very own sympathetic character

I was afraid of verbal daggers

I was afraid of the calm before the storm

I was afraid for my own bones

I was afraid of your seduction

I was afraid of your coercion

I was afraid of your rejection

I was afraid of your intimidation

I was afraid of your punishment

I was afraid of your icy silences

I was afraid of your volume

I was afraid of your manipulation

I was afraid of your explosions

I have as much rage as you have

I have as much pain as you do

I've lived as much hell as you have

and I've kept mine bubbling under for you

You were my keeper

You were my anchor

You were my family

You were my saivour

and therein lay the issue

and therein lay the problem

("Sympathetic Character" recorded by Alanis Morissette)

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Halloween in Temecula, USA.

Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?

Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Another taken on Holkham Beach. This was a nightmare to process as the image was mainly highlights and the horses were virtually black (as they were in deep shadow). I had to burn in the sea to give it some contrast.

never open the door for strangers....

Project

All of these things

I've held up in vain

No reason nor rhyme

Just the scars that remain

Of all of these things

I'm so much afraid

Scared out of my mind

By the demons I've made

Sweet Jesus, you never ever let me go

—

Jars of Clay

Location: Golden Mile Tower, Singapore

My dog that everyone loves, Red, and Georgia.

"... eu não gosto de trovões e pra fugir deles não há melhor lugar do que embaixo da mesa da minha humana!" Shazam

"... I don´t like thunders I´m afraid of them. To scape of them there´s no safer place in the world than under my human´s desk!" Shazam

Model: Anne Damgaard

Makeup: Anne Damgaard

Photo: Anita Hub

A wee hedgehog, behind safeway.

Sam is on the couch with Gabe and he's not afraid. Silly boy.