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On a recent trip to Hawaii my wife and I were fortunate enough to go on an early morning swim with this green sea turtle. We both wanted to respect this turtle by giving it space and not scare him by trying to touch him. I also was moved by the light shinning through the water and that made me think about how we all can shine too. Being respectful of the earth and by keeping it clean for all the living creatures that call it their home.
This week on "What the Fuck is Roo Doing?"
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Welp, someone has found themselves in a dormitory they shouldn't be.. Armed with nothing but her wand and her whit, Roo sneaks her way into Ravenclaws house library. Books only meant for certain eyes. - Trying her best not to draw attention as she explores.
Rather quickly she spots a book sealed shut on a desk. It was quite the focal point of the large room. She makes her way over to it, fiddling with the lock for a moment before quietly whispering, "Alohomora", waving her wand at the clasped book of secrets - it may not have been a door, but the lock unclasped, the book bursting open and surrounding the room in a bright blue light. Roo couldn't help but stand back stunned, staring in a mixture of awe and fear. - Text slowly drifting up off the pages and mixing in with the blueish swirls that come forth. - As Roo reaches forward to touch it a teacher bursts in. The book abruptly closing as the new presence in the room started yelling at the student for being in a space she shouldn't be.
The teacher rushes toward Roo and pulls her away from the book quickly. The teacher reached up to Roo's pointed ear giving it a firm pinch. "Points will be taken from your house for this!" They spouted off as she was taken to the headmaster. Looking back at the room she was now determined to see again.
Photography & Postproduction: Mitsus www
Model: Krzysztof Kusy [Agencja MF Models]
Make up Artist: Rzoana
They ostracized me. I ran.
They ridiculed me. I cried.
They forgot about me. I fought.
They pushed me away. I died.
I spend most of my days reflecting on them.
I spend most of my days searching inside.
I retreat to that place. Where it's unharmed and pure.
I retreat to the inside. Where only I can be sure.
“The ART of being yourself at your best is the ART of unfolding your personality into the person you want to be. . . . Be gentle with yourself, learn to love yourself, to forgive yourself, for only as we have the right attitude toward ourselves can we have the right attitude toward others.” ~ anon ~
“It is not a disgrace to fail. Failing is one of the greatest arts in the world.”
~ Charles F. Kettering ~
“Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. ART is knowing which ones to keep.”
~ Scott Adams ~
This was a gift to me, made by my husband, a few years ago, fashioned after one of my favorite artists, Brian Andreas.
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every morning and every night she stood in front of the mirror practising her poker face. hoping one day she might master the art of hiding her true feelings when she most needed to. she stared deep into her own eyes, willing herself to lose all expression; keep her eyes fixed upon her own eyes; let no betraying tic or flicker of lashes reveal what she was really feeling inside. what she really thought. of herself. of them. of this whole situation.
just when she thought she might have finally managed it. managed to hide everything away, even from herself, the mask would slip. just a little. a flash of anger; a glimpse of sorrow; a wave of confusion; or a flicker of frustration. it would slide across her face, like a ripple on the surface of a pool of water as a droplet disturbs it. she would flinch as she realised the mask had slipped. curse herself and her inability to keep her mask in place.
it was often the smallest thing. a slight tic in her eyelid; a soft turn-up or down of her mouth. but enough to reveal the thoughts she tried so studiously to keep close to her heart. away from prying eyes. the emotions she tried to keep out of reach of others. of herself.
as she gazed into the mirror she tried to withdraw everything back into herself. back in on itself. coil it up, bury it.
she might manage to hold the mask in place for an hour; sometimes she could only hold it for a minute. she tried to summon up complete emptiness; apathy; vacancy; a vacant stare; a distant stare; a wall between herself and her reflection.
she hoped by mastering her poker face she could shut out all feelings. get above and out of everything around her. isolate herself from them, this, even herself. she felt perhaps it would be like a higher level of freedom. a cocoon. a haven away from all of this.
she had to at least try. she returned her own gaze. she held it longer this time. she felt strong. she felt safe. she felt separate from everything. connected, but disconnected, from herself. here but somewhere else; nowhere. she felt full and empty at the same time, but pushed the feeling of fullness down until emptiness filled the space inside her.
she watched herself closely. barely able to breath. afraid that at any moment this feeling of empty tranquility would be shattered. that it would be lost. that the mask would slip again. she kept time listening to her own heartbeat in her ears. it was regular and slow, loud; she felt it pulsing beneath her skin. the pulse was reassuring, soothing, calming. she focussed on her heartbeat. focussed on her breathing. focussed on her eyes gazing back at her from the mirror. tried not to let the mask slip. tried to let it all fall away except the mask.
she watched the mask as she breathed, as her heart beat in her ears. she watched the stillness of the mask. the blank, smooth surface. for a moment she imagined it slipping, but she drove the thought from her mind and it stayed in place. or did it? was she absolutely sure it hadn't slipped? her heartbeat quickened, her breath caught ever so slightly, she tried to withdraw back into the emptiness to slow her heart, steady her breathing. but it was too late. the mask had definitely slipped. her poker face had dropped away in an instant. again. despite all her attempts to keep it in place.
she watched as it crumbled; melted; melded; mutated. it all slipped away, out of her hands, out of her control. her face went ashen; her mouth betrayed her with the tremble of a lip. she watched as the mask slid from her face, to the floor again. she couldn't look herself in the eye any longer. she shook, she gasped, she tried not to sob.
she didn't know if she could pick up the mask again, but she had to try. she had to bring it back up to cover up all she felt inside. they couldn't know, they couldn't see. she had to try again. and again. and again. until she got it right. until she had perfected it. her poker face. the wall between her and the rest of the world. the safe cushioned surface to protect her from them, you, us. but mostly from herself.
Sting ray petting pool in the Rivers of the Amazon Aquatic Life exhibit in Scottsdale Arizona's new Butterfly Wonderland...
www.butterflywonderland.com/experience-amazon.html
I couldn't pet them because I was too busy with the new Canon Rebel T5i aka Canon 700D camera. Testing new Canon 18 - 135mm Lens
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Sting ray petting pool in the Rivers of the Amazon Aquatic Life exhibit in Scottsdale Arizona's new Butterfly Wonderland...
www.butterflywonderland.com/experience-amazon.html
I remember reading that these Sting Rays are a small fresh water variety, and are common to the Amazon River complex of South America. Unfortunately, I did not take a photo of the sign...:(
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I was taking pictures of happy people.
Sting ray petting pool in the Rivers of the Amazon Aquatic Life exhibit in Scottsdale Arizona's new Butterfly Wonderland...
www.butterflywonderland.com/experience-amazon.html
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Sting ray petting pool in the Rivers of the Amazon Aquatic Life exhibit in Scottsdale Arizona's new Butterfly Wonderland...
www.butterflywonderland.com/experience-amazon.html
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Advice painted on a hanging bench on the canyon ridges near campus. Good advice, whether meant about treatment of the bench, or treatment of each other.
Sting ray petting pool in the Rivers of the Amazon Aquatic Life exhibit in Scottsdale Arizona's new Butterfly Wonderland...
www.butterflywonderland.com/experience-amazon.html
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Be Gentle When Petting Amazon River Sting Rays
This request is probably the best advice even when not petting Amazon River Sting Rays...
Dogs and Cats love that... So Do People!! Take, for example, Your Cherished Loved Ones...
Most Everyone, I think...;)))
<333 <333 <333
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Sting ray petting pool in the Rivers of the Amazon Aquatic Life exhibit in Scottsdale Arizona's new Butterfly Wonderland...
www.butterflywonderland.com/experience-amazon.html
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Sting ray petting pool in the Rivers of the Amazon Aquatic Life exhibit in Scottsdale Arizona's new Butterfly Wonderland...
www.butterflywonderland.com/experience-amazon.html
Butterfly Wonderland opened last May. It is mesmerizing. You come out happier than when you went in...
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Everyone is going through something today.
Thanksgiving is not just a day of the year;
it is an attitude of the heart.
Let's be thankful and watchful for others.
There's nothing like seeing the light come back into empty eyes
... it means that hope is alive and well on the inside. (hugs!)
**the quote:
"Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned
to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe."
-Homer
Sting ray petting pool in the Rivers of the Amazon Aquatic Life exhibit in Scottsdale Arizona's new Butterfly Wonderland...
www.butterflywonderland.com/experience-amazon.html
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