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"Fearless" Class Assault Ship "HMS Fearless", 12,120 tons, launched 1963, completed 1965 at the Portsmouth Navy Day, 08/82. She has just returned from the Falklands War and has grey funnel caps and masts whilst the pennant number has been painted out. Scanned photograph taken with a Canon AE-1 Program.
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"I hate being called afraid. I wish I was fearless, but I'm not. To everyone I act like I don't care, but the truth is I care with more heart than I wish I ever had. It's painful to care about anything. To see, to believe, to want, to hope- nothing good comes from that. If only I could live my life not knowing. But then nothing would ever change. Everything would be so much easier.... Sometimes I feel like it's just me against everyone else. I'm lost in my own world I can't escape....I always dream of running away from something. In the end it never seems to matter anyway. Sometimes the bad ending is better than waking up.
I want to believe I'm different. Not just a person in a crowd of people- but I'm not. I feel like a constant failure, and I feel like a disappointment. I sometimes wish my birth mother just had an abortion so I could never have been born. - Yes, I know that sounds terrible and I'm pro-life. But that is how i feel. I regret being alive everyday of my life. And lastly I was sexually assaulted by my foster brother as a child."
Hi. You're my hero. I'm very very happy you're alive. I would love to meet you. You're are quite a strong person. There's no need to be fearless with strength like yours.
(btw, sorry this kinda sucks...I ended up setting my bed on fire half way through shooting :/)
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Black-capped Chickadee. This one was within arm's reach and I had to zoom out to 200mm just to keep him in the frame.
Flickr viewers favorite photo. This walk was in the High Fashion competition - kids division. Well, just to let everyone know, she had an absolute BLAST strutting down the runway. Enjoy!!
These necklaces belonged to my grandmother, Jane Dewhurst Wilson. My parents gave them to me for Christmas, which I thought was a really lovely recessionesque gift. Their understated simplicity is very representative of my grandmother, who I realize has been gone for almost ten years. This is kind of shocking to me since she played such a big role in my family's life during my formative years. She was really closest to my brother; they would talk on the phone every day when he got home from school. I always knew that I annoyed the shit out of her sometimes and this was confirmed by my mom, who dutifully reported the contents of grandma's diary to me after she (grandma) passed away. Nevertheless, she was always there for me when I needed her most: In seventh grade when my cat absconded (most probably down the throat of a coyote) and I was too heartbroken to go to school, she was there for me. In third grade, when I would crack under the hostile eccentricities of Mrs. Peaches Rodgers and fake sickness, she would always pick me up, driving her long white old-lady car that did not have power steering. My grandma's passion was gardening and she was really good at it. I also enjoyed her cooking, but in retrospect I realize it consisted mostly of margarine, condensed soup, Spam, boiled vegetables, Wonder Bread and ham. But she was a firm believer in eating ice cream every night before bed, which is probably why my brother wanted to stay out at her place so often.
My grandmother was born in Idaho, but attended elementary school in Bend, Oregon--at the same school I went to 50 years later (the same school that employed Peaches). During World War II, she worked in an airplane factory, a la Rosie the Riveter. The best part of her life was certainly her three boys, of whom my dad was the baby. The last years of her life were not good. They were so bad for her that they still mark a low point in my own life. But having her necklaces reminds me of an important lesson that I took from that terrible time, but which I admit to having forgotten in the past few years. Jane Dewhurst Wilson was a fundamentally suspicious person. She was afraid of practically everything and always assumed that people were out to take advantage of her. And toward the end of her life, somebody did. In about the worst imaginable way. In later adolescence, it occurred to me that the fear and suspicion that she had nurtured so carefully over the course of a lifetime had FAILED TO KEEP HER SAFE. It only served to limit her life to a very confined, fearful state. At the time, I vowed to take her example and do the opposite--live fearlessly. But I admit to having gradually forgotten this lesson over the past few years, as I've focused less on having adventures and more on work, spousehood, avoiding eye contact with my eight million neighbors. That is, until these necklaces brought my grandmother crashing back.
So yes, 2010: This will be my year of remembering how to be fearless.
Tiger Temple, or Wat Pha Luang Ta Bua, is a Theravada Buddhist temple in western Thailand that was founded in 1994 as a forest temple and sanctuary for wild animals, among them several tigers, the majority of which are Indochinese tigers.
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Today it was HOT. I think it got to about 37C and tomorrow will be 40!
So we set up our little kiddy pool in the backyard, and I couldnt believe that the first one to get in was the cat!! He really has no fears this one.
Not me! I have too much fear, even hard for me to watch. This is a dear friend cliff jumping into Lake Travis in Austin, TX.
Mini, mini sessão com minha irmã. me achei tão diferente em todas elas.
Choveu aqui o dia todo hoje, tão bom!
Sou apaixonada por esse headband, comprei ele lá na feirinha da praia de Iracema, é, eu saio de Fortaleza mas ela não sai de mim.
Cheguei as 3.000 views, obrigadaaaaaa!