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02:05:15: on a bright day, with the shambolic political machinations beginning to make some sense, where better to find an image of a crack that allows the light to pour in than in the sumptuous depths of Ms McGonical's bad weather quarters. Hmm, the visit and the gap identifies a few flaws in her simulated warren. Intrepid I know but head and shoulders in hutch, I did feel like a press photographer on a scoop and there she was, beside herself with delight that I had taken the time to visit the dark inner sanctum. At last... P171 in travelogue... "Between the Woods and the Water" and it begins to offer the unadulterated rustic insights I've been hoping for. Deep in Transylvania, he recalls (possibly) one inspiration for his vast (prewar) journey... pages haunted by "Those mysterious regions between the Vienna woods and the Black Sea"... or reference a few lines on of "a man whom wolves had sniffed at"... the are was full of many such people.
Continue to be impressed how this Flickr manages to identify the correct orientation for the image... even when it has ambiguity. It must have a gravity data on the meta feed that points towards the centre of the earth. Spookie and a bit like the drive to check that the fridge light goes off when the door is closed. Well on a 90 degree clockwise error by Flickr, it would be meta4 alert to almost echo Channel 4 animations.
Salmo 22:15 Como un tiesto se secó mi vigor, y mi lengua se pegó a mi paladar, y me has puesto en el polvo de la muerte.
Psalm 22:15 My mouth is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death
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For decades, my brother and I had been enamoured by the sight of cicada shells/husks. Now, at the age of 35, I actually encountered a cicada who was on the verge of molting. He was crawling slowly up the trash can.
And yeah, of course I saw a metaphor and of course I'm going to tell you (because that's what I do). Most things in my recent life have been metaphorical and timing has been uncannily appropriate. And no matter how I feel about the embarrassment or uncomfortable nature of the emotional tornadoes sometimes involved with a single change, let alone two or more at the same time, your new, developing "body" really has to swell up a bit and cause enough pain or discomfort to split the old husk. And dude, this last week was it and that old husk has split!
I just said "dude." Yech!
I took this on Banff beach at sunset, just pure luck of course. Proud to say that this truly was the silver lining of my day :)
Self-portrait through a visual metaphor. A penny is two-sided, much like a shy person is quiet toward most people, but outgoing with friends. Year: 2011. Media: Plexiglass print (top) and linoleum print (bottom).
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Vladimir Putin presented Donald Trump with a soccer ball from the World Cup in Russia … and then dropped the following eye-rolling metaphor … “Mr. President, I’ll give this ball to you … and now the ball is in your court.”…
Putin Gives Trump World Cup Soccer Ball In Hacky Metaphor syndicated from sinacarremovals.blogspot.com/