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A subliminal message perhaps on this Monday morning. I saw this as I was heading towards the entrance to my building. It speaks to me of my commitment to my 366 project. My commitment in getting back to the gym and healthy eating after being sick all week. My commitment to being the best I can be today.
I hope it motivates you!
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I brush my teeth in the shower while washing my hair. It's not about saving time, it's about the freedom to slobber toothpaste all over my body and bathroom.
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Vivitar 285 HV @ 1/4 bounced off the wall to my front. Had to substitute an 8 foot light stand for my tripod because it didn't have the height. Next time I'd try backlighting the photo to accentuate the water more.
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in the pulse of palma's market hall, where the scent of fresh produce lingers like the morning mist, a man stands at the cusp of a reflection. artfully split by the sheen of a polished column, his image doubles, creating a symmetry that blurs the lines between reality and illusion. he is both shopper and reflection, a singular being moving through the rhythm of daily life. his white attire, unstained and simple, speaks to the purity of market transactions, an echo of simpler times. around him, the hum of commerce dances, the call of vendors, the rustle of leaves and paper, a symphony of sustenance. this is a place unaltered by the rush of modernity, where every exchange is personal, every item has a story, and every reflection tells the truth of everyday life, replicated, but always unique.
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So, my new job has me commuting one hour each way. Two hours every day is a bit poopy, but it's made better by the fact that Scott's new job is on the way. So, I drop him at the 45-minute mark and keep going. It's been surprisingly pleasant to commute together. This is the first job I have ever had to which I have commuted by car regularly. It's a bit of a weird feeling (employee parking lot etiquette, as one example of a learning experience).
So, on to this image. I shot this out of a moving car. Our car. Going about 80 clicks. I drive in the morning, and Scotty drives home at night. We pass a variant of this scene every day. I just want to take this opportunity to acknowledge aloud (so to speak) that I am really, really lucky to live where I now live. Things like this actually make my commute pretty special. Now, if only I could find time during the day for Flickr. ;)
My daily routine is hating my alarm clock as it is approaching ringing time. It is blurred whenever I dare to look around 5am..........
Daily Routine #4
Every day, I have the pleasure of looking into Ethel's beautiful face as I place her between my legs to give her her medication. I'm very lucky to have a cat that is so cooperative.
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Just woken up, on the way to freshen' up. No make-up glory.
I didn’t have internet for two days, so although taken at the right time, not uploaded until tonight.
Part of my one photo a day for a month project (3/31)
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A man, a mother and her child, and a teenager share the last pew in a Catholic Church near Chinatown in Manila to say their daily prayers while en-route to their homes, school or work. This is a continuation of a series of photos taken in Binondo District, Chinatown, Manila, Philippines.
On the way to the stilt house villages near Siem Reap, we learned about Tonlé Sap Lake—Southeast Asia’s largest freshwater lake. What makes it special is how it changes with the seasons. In the rainy season, it swells to nearly five times its size; in the dry season, it shrinks, even reversing its flow. Life here adapts to the water. Houses stand on stilts, boats serve as sidewalks, and floating markets sell everything from fresh food to daily essentials.
Siem Reap, Cambodia
a passerby, absorbed in thought, strides past the therese-giese-halle in munich. the morning light casts a soft glow on the facade adorned with billboards and the narrative of history. this theater's wall, a mosaic of words and images, tells more than one story: it's a dialogue between the city's cultural heartbeat and its historical whispers, inviting onlookers to pause, to read, to engage with the layers of meaning. each step taken here is a step through munich's living, breathing memoir.
This week's theme is Daily Routine. Since the snow will be a part of my daily routine for a while....
this monochromatic scene whispers a tale of simple joys amidst the grand narrative of the city. a young boy, seated on the curb of aix-en-provence's storied streets, finds a universe in the spirals of his ice cream. around him, the city breathes in the routine of daily life, unaware of the profound moment unfolding in its midst. as light carves through the alleyways, it spotlights the child, his delight casting a shadow long enough to blend with the cobblestones, telling of timeless pleasures in the transient afternoon.
This is Shani Girl. She's our resident mutt. I find it fascinating that she seems to tell time and know exactly when each family member is due home. She will take this stance and wait patiently and within 5 minutes, someone walks through the front door.
on a brisk winter day at hannover airport, life unfolds in a symphony of movement and pause. one man strides purposefully, phone pressed to his ear, caught in the swift current of travel. nearby, another stands still, savoring a cigarette, a solitary figure against the backdrop of an airport in constant motion. their parallel stories—a vivid portrayal of modern transit—reflect the contrasting rhythms of life's journey.
in the subterranean pulse of passeig de gràcia, life moves to the rhythm of coming and going. the motion blur of a mother's stride, a stroller in tow, tells of daily journeys taken beneath the city's skin. with each train's arrival, a gust of wind; with each departure, a story sweeps past the platform. this frame, a fleeting intersection of lives in transit, is but a brushstroke in the mural of urban existence. it's here in the blur, the journey becomes the destination—each step a silent note in the symphony of the mundane.
this journey down the escalator at marienplatz station, captured in the solitude of the night, is like a voyage into the very veins of munich. the lights above stretch into the distance, guiding the path deeper into the city's heart. Here, the pulse of urban life is felt through the rhythmic hum of machinery and the soft glow that bathes the metallic stairs, an invitation to the stories that unfold in the quiet hours below the bustling streets.