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When you love, you afraid of losing.
When you fear of losing, you lose.
When you lose, you afraid to love.
Kun rakastaa, pelkää menettävänsä.
Kun pelkää menettävänsä, menettää.
Kun menettää, pelkää rakastaa.
...that something wonderful is about to happen.
Love your life.
Believe in your own powers,
and your own potential,
and in your own innate goodness.
Wake every morning
with the awe of just being alive.
Discover each day the magnificent,
awesome beauty in the world.
Explore and embrace life in yourself
and in everyone you see each day.
Reach within to find your own specialness.
Amaze yourself and rouse those around you
to the potential of each new day.
Don't be afraid to admit
that you are less than perfect;
this is the essence of your humanity.
Let those who love you help you.
Trust enough to be able to take.
Look with hope to the horizon of today,
for today is all we truly have.
Live this day well.
Let a little sun out as well as in.
Create your own rainbows.
Be open to all your possibilities;
all possibilities and Miracles.
Always believe in Miracles."
I found this text in a profile of a female Düsseldorf flickr member and it has deeply touched me. So far I haven't found her in my favourites, but I will post the link as soon as I have!
P.S. Here she is! ;-) www.flickr.com/people/ch_e11/
Be afraid! Be very afraid.
But only you are my mail carrier, because the wooden slats wrapping my mail box are again alive with this mossy, coral looking lichen.
I double dog dare you to view large. :-)
Explore: 3-19-15, #159
Blazon, 2002.
Impressive thick layers of paint, so attractive that you want to touch the works: that is the work of one of Dutch artist Bram Bogart (1921-2012).
More of Bram Bogart at my Blog:
3 years ago, *today* ...
(damn, i didn't even realize that until this *moment*.
hold on, i need another moment ... )
wow. okay.
3 years ago today a new phase of my life started. i'm afraid i came undone.
you know that stats graph for your photos here on flickr? i picture my life these past
3 years - in general - as that dotted line at the end, of each day, abruptly
veering downward, going ... ? where exactly?
one of my favorite all-time quotes: "change comes very slowly, and very suddenly."
for 7 years it built up, to that day. and then everything seemed to suddenly
drop out from under.
in my mind - over and over - i've heard myself say: "i haven't been the same since."
at first it made sense that i would need time for those stages - how many? 7? the first - shock - lasted a long time. wait, who am i kidding? it's still in play. and actually i prefer
to call it stun: "to deprive of consciousness or strength".
yeah, that's it, especially the strength part. another way of putting it - i've heard myself say - "i just haven't have the heart for ... " almost anything it seems.
the heart - strength, courage, will, passion.
i withdrew, a lot. having been a performer and nightcrawler for many years,
it's been strange, disconcerting to not want to "go out"; not want
to see anyone, do anything.
i've felt like a bad friend, i've felt devoid of character.
in limbo for too long, knowing *something* had to change, i moved across country,
back to the company of some family left 23 years ago. for awhile, for now. "to see."
it's been strange, hard, and good.
but honestly? my only interests: photographing, watching movies at home,
2dimensional, flat, detached, vicarious.
although there also was a man, for a little more than a year, sort of. begun
as a distraction, i thought perhaps i could pull that off for just a little while,
to help "transition". but i'm too old for that now, and i fall, i fall, in love.
i always fall. i'm clumsy that way.
so i shifted into my proximate, ensuing modus operandi - delusion. he would love me. how could he not?! i am love-able, i am adore-able. certainly he would choose me!
and i would be validated, at last, chosen! one last shot! and he did not!
stunned, by stumbling down the same road, tripping into the same potholes
of the same old roads past traveled. clumsy. "fall down 7 times, get up 8".
when
is
this
going
to
end?
am i finished being "triggered" by the loss; of what i thought was to be?
sent reeling into grieving back, back, further, all the way, to that earliest formative experience of grief? that of being unwanted? by a mother of 17, by a father long gone?
of being tied to the bed and left immobilized, alone, in the cold, dark, for hours, and hours, and hours, a day, two?
i remember consciousness at that age of three - thinking "why are they doing this to me? why is this happening? am i being punished? for what? is god punishing me? i must have come into this life innately bad and deserving of punishment. or maybe this is just what life is, what existence is, at least mine: empty, void, dark, mean, hungry, cold, frozen, rigid, lone, endless ...... "
i'm afraid, of this frayed fringey life of mine having peaked out
like the stats on my photos. afraid of the end of the page there,
dropping off
into nothingness,
the unknowing ...
who is charting this graph?
i've heard there are 3 things people need in life, in order to thrive (my word):
1) someone to love
2) something to do
3) something to look forward to
this is a simple formula, but rendered incomprehensibly complex
by the enormous possible combinations of factors,
the who/what/where/why/how/whens.
i can't factor this all in! i can't figure this out!
i have always been mathphobic!
i must run from the room
to hide, outside!
or else here, i remain
undone.
loosely dropped to the floor,
but undone,
at least i remain.
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"hope dies last."
~ studs terkel
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=Us-TVg40ExM
When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we see
No I won't be afraid
No I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me
And darling, darling stand by me
Oh, now, now, stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me
If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
And the mountain should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry
No I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me
And darling, darling stand by me
Oh, stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me
Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me
Oh, now, now, stand by me
Oh, stand by me, stand by me, stand by me
Darling, darling stand by me
Stand by me
Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me
~ben e king
...Me doy cuenta que estoy muy emocionado, apenas puedo vaciar la mente. Creo que es la emoción que sólo un hombre libre puede sentir y que ha recobrado la esperanza, un hombre libre al principio de un largo viaje cuyo final es incierto...
I'm not afraid of imaginary monsters.
Some real mean people are the scary ones .
Benicio Del Toro exhibit - LACMA - Los Angeles
Charlie, Destroyer of the Wallpaper World. "Dagorcord"
Click link to see the camera.
www.flickr.com/photos/22514836@N02/51615281782/in/datepos...
A lonely girl crossing a lake among ragged mountains at night under the night sky. She is afraid of nothing for sure.
52 Week Project - Week 16
"Being brave is nothing more than standing up when you're afraid."
I've decided to start focusing less on the things that I can't change and more on the ones I'm afraid to. I thought all last week about what I wanted to shoot for my week 16, but for the life of me, I could not decide on one idea. I hated the idea of doing another self-portrait, I didn't want the world to have to see my face again this week. But I realized it wasn't about that, I just really didn't like myself or where I was going in life. Once I realized the self-destructive nature of these thoughts, I set a due date for this image, hopped in the car without a solid idea or location, and just went.
I enjoy the nature of this project because it allows me to play on fleeting ideas and emotions, spending as much or as little time necessary to create something I'm proud to show off. Not a whole lot of these weeks are consistent with the last, but that's okay. The fact that most of these are unplanned makes me look forward to take a step back at the end of this project to see how it all came together, what worked, what didn't, and everything in-between.
Mission Creek, Kelowna, BC.
A series of record shots, I'm afraid. Not up to the great level so many of my Wet Coast colleagues have managed!
While I've long been aware of the AMDIs in this part of the Creek, however, this is first time I've had such any chance to photograph one so close to home. Unfortunately the light was quite poor and the photos are nowhere nearly as sharp as I'd like. When I returned the next day with much more sunshine, the Dipper had dipsapeered (sic)! I'll be on the lookout, however. They should be around for a couple of weeks at least. The most maddening aspect was that this one was working on the north side of the creek where I had the best possible access to it from what only a couple of weeks ago was still creek bottom and is now rocky shoreline.... Still, I enjoyed watching the behaviour of this engaging and industrious bottom feeder....
As featured on The App Whisperer Weekly Showcase 19th May 2013
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London Lives Series
Hipstamatic only.
4093 -
Don't be afraid of your shadow; it's really just a constant reminder that there's light all around you.
~Rachel Wolchin~
I've walked these streets a thousand times
Your death will never set colder
Compromised a thousand times
To the will of a vicious mind
Happy Sliders Sunday!!
texture thanks to Kerstin Frank www.flickr.com/photos/kerstinfrank-design/5683668494/