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Consider the strawberry. Transient sweetheart. Soft of flesh, aromatic, tangy, almost drinkable... the tiny seeds adding just the right textural counterpoint.
Consider how brief and fleeting its season is. Just a few weeks, typically in June.
Before that, the hard waxy green ones from the States; tasteless, textureless, pumped full of fertilizer, pesticides, preservatives, godknowswhat. And, after that, the dregs. The dark shrivelly seedy ones. Spotted with brown or furry blue; gritty, seeping, tasting their age.
Consider, too, the heartbreak. Months of patient toil. Compost, manure, mulch, pine needles harvested by hand in bags from a far-off place. Gentle cultivation. Pruning. Propping. Watching. Waiting. Urging on the ripening. And then... when the berries are almost at their peak; when the earth rolls around to just the right place; when that brief, sweet, red window opens... pick a berry... and find THIS.
Not an anomaly. I wish it were. But it's inevitable, unavoidable. These lousy terrestrialized sea creatures... armed... armoured... trundling through the garden like tiny tanks, devastating all things edible. They burrow in before the berries ripen fully... steal from me the pleasure (long anticipated, worked for) of having even one bite, one perfect longed-for bite, off the uninvaded side.
And so I've given up. The birds can have the cherries. But I've lost all heart for growing berries for the sowbugs.
Out, out beloved berries. Sorry. You were good plants. I loved you. I really did. But this... it's too much. And so I must eradicate you, toss you in the compost, brick over that big space that was yours.
Don't worry strawberries, you can still contribute. You'll decay and, with the rest of the compost, feed the garden next year.
Meantime, sowbugs... yes, you've won. Go crazy. Take them, destroy them in the compost. I will sit on the new brick patio and try not to hear your incessant victory chews.
I really did put a bit of work into making my mask. For those of you that read about my wedding adventures, yes this is from the same lace shirt. That thing just keeps on giving.
Now it's two o'clock
The club is closed
We're up the block
Your hands on me; Pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth, trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn't care to know who else may have been you before
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I've got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind
But you, but you...
You write such pretty words
But life's no storybook
Love's an excuse to get hurt
And to hurt.
Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do
Then hurt me...
-Lover I Don't Have To Love, Bright Eyes
this describes my night.
..but despite the attitude, i know deep down i want something more.
"why are you striving these days?
why are you trying to earn grace?
why are you crying?
let Me lift up your face.
just don't turn away.
why are you looking for love?
why are you still searching as if I'm not enough?
to where will you go, child?
tell Me, where will you run...
to where will you run?
'cause I'll be by your side,
wherever you fall.
in the dead of night,
whenever you call.
and please don't fight
these hands that are holding you.
My hands are holding you.
look at these hands and My side.
they swallowed the grave on that night
when I drank the world's sin
so I could carry you in
and give you life.
I want to give you life.
'cause I'll be by your side,
wherever you fall.
in the dead of night,
whenever you call.
and please don't fight
these hands that are holding you.
My hands are holding you.
'cause I, I love you.
I want you to know:
that I, I love you.
I'll never let you go.
and I'll be by your side,
wherever you fall.
in the dead of night,
whenever you call.
and please don't fight
these hands that are holding you.
My hands are holding you."
my heart hurts so bad that i want my Father to take me in his arms and carry me home.
i am in this world, but not of it. i don't belong here. i hate it here. and i'm tired of trying so hard and never ever achieving anything or getting anything i work so hard for.
i pray so hard for those simple things that human beings need to survive and i can't have them. God had other plans for me today and for the rest of my time here. but i don't want to be here anymore.
i only made it home today because he was by my side making sure i didn't fall down.
13/1/11
A stack of books. I love reading a wide range of books and don't really have any particular 'type' of book I go for.
The thing all of these books have in common is that if you look reeeeally closely you'll see that the creases in the spines don't continue all the way down them. Why? Because I haven't finished them. Why? Because I found them painfully dull to read.
As you can see, these aren't obscure, high brow literature. These are mainstream, popular novels, which many, many of my friends have recommended to me. But I just can't get on with them. I've tried several times; Larsson's has bugged me particularly. I've given it a good 5 attempts because everyone raves about it, but I just can't. Life's too short, isn't it?
Knock and wait, because you never know when the door opens from within. It will have the potential to lead someplace quite different.
I've had the best week of my life this past week. Having friends in from out of town was a great perk, but the real joy has come from several hardships and trials I've experienced.
I'm growing in prayer and speaking to God all the time. I'm realizing that if it wasn't for difficult times I'd never turn to Him because I'm that selfish. and prideful.
This fact and a list of 11 others that keeps growing is more than enough to be thankful in times of trials.
Decided to start the 365 with a resolution based pic. I dont smoke anymore, although sometimes I wish I did!!. I wanted something a bit 'not nice' to start the year off as my 2012 weasn't that great and hopefully the 365 will show a change in this towards the end of it (Hopefully). Good luck to all on the 365/2013 journey.
Love teaches us a lot of feelings. It teaches us to control how we feel and react on situations in a mature and wiser way. Love also teaches us to be careless at times and make mistakes once in a while. And love teaches us the art of letting go. Letting go means taking the stand of learning to...
i love how the little guy seems to be saying "oh well, it had to happen someday"
Also, this is for Froot Smoothie and his "ugly tulip" shot
the disappointment is suffocating...
there's hope for the hopeless.
i have never been so wrong about something in my whole entire life,
as i am so wrong about this.
:(
After being helped up to the counter by Carolyn, Oranjello still displays his lack of hunting prowess. First, he can't even find Mothra, even though it's right next to him. Then, Mothra goes towards the ceiling -- so Oranjello "gives up" and goes to the floor. You fail at hunting!
BACKSTORY: This HUUUGE moth fell into our house from the back kitchen door. We called it "Mothra"; a common christening for house moths of this size. This was to be a good opportunity for Oranjello to satisfy his hunting urges, as well as to train him to hunt pests -- since we have the occasional mice and snakes (and raccoons!). It also proved to be an excellent photo-op.
attacking, giving up, hunting.
Oranjello the cat.
kitchen, downstairs, Clint and Carolyn's house, Alexandria, Virginia.
May 15, 2008.
Day 17:
After yesterdays photo was uploaded and almost the entire day today, all I could think about was giving this up, quitting... again.
At the moment I find this whole redemption thing I am striving for absurd, pointless, I mean what is it going to prove anyways?
Will it make me feel better?
Accomplished?
Anyways, no matter how absurd I find my redemption project at the moment, I will try my best not to quit, I will strive to finish this... I need to finish something in my life.
Maybe I will feel better.
Maybe I will feel accomplished.
I will not say quitting is not an option because it is. A very easy option at that. The easiest, and with 349 more days left the odds are very much against me.
Today I will get over this bump, but when these bumps become mountains I will be the first to throw my hands in the air and just give in.
Hopefully this year I can find the road without mountains...
The road that leads to my redemption.
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Due to a computer melt down I'll have to photograph doodles for the next week.
The text on this is from a Fleet Foxes track :)
Part of my ongoing Doodle-a-day project.
This is the last photo I took of the snake before it disappeared in the water. She was going thru contortions of her mouth. I think it was a combination of getting debris out of her mouth and getting her jaw hinged again. Quite odd to see.
Female Diamondback watersnake (Nerodia rhombifer)
Yellow Bullhead Catfish (Ameiurus natalis)
White Rock Lake, Dallas Texas
My photos can also be found at kapturedbykala.com
Strobist:
1 SB-800 camera left with STU @ 1/8 fired via CLS and a fill card camera right
I was at the dollar store trying to locate some black flexible binders to use as flag/gobos when I spotted this giant eraser. I immediately knew what I wanted to do with this over-sized eraser. The concept of this image is to reflect my struggles and mistakes in photography. There are many times when I feel completely incapable of producing or creating an image. I have wanted to give up more times than I would like to admit. Obviously, I have kept going. My reason is that hopefully right around the corner will be a better image/result than my last attempt. Maybe I can give wings to my small triumphs and reach a level where the prefix "in" in "incapable" has forever vanished.
Drop the negative prefix.
Any criticism is welcome. Thank you for viewing.
P.S. I don't think I would make a very good hand model.
Sometimes, there will come a time in our life that we have to give up. Give up on the things that we already had done our best but nothing really miraculous happened. One must learn and see the beauty of letting go. Life is too short to hold on into something that doesn’t care about us....
ugh today has been absolutely HORRIBLE. one thing after another it all just started crumbling.
1. I almost get killed by a semi who decides to enter a lane at the same time as me on the expressway.
2. confusion/walking out of math class.
3. Getting into a fight/argument with my English profesor.
4. SAME English teacher over hearing my entire "venting" conversation with my friend in the stairway about what a bitch that teacher is.
5. Parking violation ticket.
6. Picking up my check & realizing it is HALF of what I had excpected, eventhough I have been working overtime?
7. Recapping my entire horrible day.
41/365 (spf): "Bradying"
OR
The poor man's Tebowing.
OR
I'm not napping, I'm Bradying!
OR
If you watch close, you can see the exact moment his heart broke. Riiiiiiight...THERE!
I have zero love for the Patriots.
(And yes, this is the shirt I designed, too)
Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.
I think this is my favorite of the bunch.
A guest stands infront of a staircase - waiting hopelessly for help with bringin his gear over the bridge.
Free download under CC Attribution (CC BY 4.0). Please credit the artist and rawpixel.com.
A collection of gorgeous prints from Johan Teyler (1648-1709), a multi-talented Dutch artist. Teyler was a painter, engraver, mathematics teacher, and pioneer of color printing during the Dutch Golden Age.
Higher resolutions with no attribution required can be downloaded: www.rawpixel.com/board/514790/johan-teyler
this is about running away from death, and your fears, and your nightmares, and never being able to find the end; not being able to see the finish line. So finally, you give up. And in reality, there was less left to conquer than you had already beaten in the past.
Not my favorite picture, but I love the concept.