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i checked so many things off of my bucket list tonight.
i can't believe i graduate in less than two months.
The lover met his beloved, and he said:
- You need not speak to me; but make a signal with your eyes, which are words to my heart, when I give you what you ask me.
----Ramon Llull
American Flag July 4th Independence day HDR photo. Photo of Christian Church that honors soldiers for the forth of July. Green grass and the Amercian flag in the background.
For Love to be fully satisfied,
it must lower itself even unto nothingness,
and transform this nothingness into fire.
---Therese of Lisieux
I like coffee, so liking coffee mugs seems obvious.
But my coffee mugs tell a story: where I've been, where I've worked, what friends have given me gifts. My mugs come from Las Vegas, and Chicago (above), and Yellowstone National Park, and even Texas. I have mugs from my alma mater, my former employer, and a marketing company in Columbus, OH.
There are mugs I've designed, and mug I'd wished I'd designed. There are Beatles mugs, and NPR mugs, and patriotic mugs.
A lot of my mugs have broken handles. That's because I'm a klutz. It usually happens when I'm washing the dishes. Either I'll drop a mug and break it against another dish, or I'll drop a mug on the floor trying to put it away. I drop lots of things.
There's another class of coffee mug: the travel mug. These don't last as long because they get more use. But here again, something always breaks. Usually it's a seal, and so the mug starts to take on water, and I make a mess on my morning commute.
So I keep collecting them. And using them.
VSCO Kodak T-MAX 3200+ (switched to color mode)
Last week, I photographed this series of my nephew giving his little daughter a horseback or 'horsey-back' ride. What a sweet relationship they have! All photos taken with available light, ISO 320, with my Canon EF 50mm f1.4 (stopped down to f1.6) mounted to my Canon 7D.
(Riding-daddy_0070c)
Clocked
Time does not flow
Stoppered
Gone
How am I supposed to go on
Living
Then dead
words
Still ringing in my head
Snuffed
Enough
But I hang on
In a fantasy world
You're almost here
As if next moment
You might suddenly appear
You were gone
At my feet
Suddenly
Just meat
How is it I
Sit here and eat
As if I now could ever be replete
You were so young
You were so strong
The women in your family all live long
How could you go
Without a kiss
Without the parting
That I ever more shall miss
Your heart just stopped
So did my brain
And now the world will never be the same
Now the past
Is filled with Gill
And I too remain there still
My soul is hers
Past tense and quite
Beyond my will
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The little girl of one of the competitors attempts the rope climb like her mom at the Cupid Couples’ Challenge inside the Chièvres Fitness Center. The event encouraged fun for the whole family. (U.S. Army photo by Staff Sgt. Bernardo Fuller)
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So I have this doorknob. It’s not your typical doorknob, its probably more like a door handle but I like calling it a doorknob so we’ll just leave it at that. It’s silver, and it has a hook at the end where the tips of someone’s hands can grip it so that when you’re in a hurry, you’re able to close it behind you with ease. Yes, that’s sort of how most dorm room doorknobs are like but this one is special. A lot of hands have gripped this handle. Probably more then I can count but these handles have been on there for many years – that’s a lot of grips from a lot of people, many college students and facilities workers, each with their own story to tell. I can see into their souls, into their very beings, into the things that they love, what they hold closest to them in their hearts - the places they’ve been, the people they’ve met and the things they’ve seen all, have been transferred into my eyes through the touch of this doorknob. I’m exhausted. I’m scared and I don’t know what to do, I can’t even leave my room to go to class anymore unless I use my backscratcher to open the door.
Now the first time I realized this was the work of this magical doorknob I had been on my way to the bathroom, bathrobe, toiletry and all. I placed my hand on the doorknob just like any other time I had done so in my life, not expecting for the ride of a lifetime to take me to its crest and send me plunging into the depths of someone else’s memories.
This one vision is as vivid as ever. There was this girl, and she was in love with this kid, a boy who she had been seeing for years since high school. I could see what she saw, I was there looking through her eyes. On this particular day, she came back to her room from classes carrying her books in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. I could feel it. She was excited and she was nervous. She texts her boyfriend, “Happy Anniversary baby!” and then places her phone on the desk. She gets undressed and slips into some lingerie all the while gracefully stumbling about as she has a hard time putting her feet through her stockings. After that, she rips the petals off of the flowers she brought with her and sprinkles them all over her room mainly on the path from her door to the bed. Her boyfriend knocks and she answers, she goes to kiss him but he’s not having it, he grabs her by the wrists and tells her he doesn’t want her and that he’s found someone else, someone who he loves more then her. He says that he’s never loved her, never wanted her and doesn’t know why he even held on for so long. And right then, I could feel it. At this moment in the vision being projected into me from the touch of this handle I could feel it. I wanted to throw up, I didn’t know what to do, I had never met this girl, I didn’t even know where all this was coming from. In the real world, my body was paralyzed and I could feel it convulsing on the inside as I struggled to sort through this vision and my reality. I realized I could feel her pain, her shock, the very lacking of feeling all throughout her as she didn’t know what to do or what to say to this boy who she had given everything to. After hearing these words, her emotions collided with all the sense in her being. I was crushed. She was crushed. And then…we let go.