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I took this with my trusty pentax K1000. It says Lance Thomas Harris. I developed the film and photo myself. the drawing of the eye was done by lance while he was in rehab, I used it for my tattoo after he died, the name is also in his handwriting, I took the Lance and the Harris from a letter he wrote me but the Thomas I had to piece together from other words in the letter, I think I did a pretty okay job. I love comments by the way
10th Regiment, Advanced Camp Cadets celebrate Family Day August 17 after completing Cadet Summer Training at Fort Knox, Ky. Photo by: Madison Thompson
Sabi nya sa amin babalik sya. May project lang daw sya sa malayong probinsya. Para sa amin din daw yun, sa pag-aaral naming magkakapatid. Sabi nya mga dal'wang buwan lang daw, pero dal'wang taon na, di pa sya nagpapakita. Kamusta na kaya sya? Ano kayang kanyang ginagawa? Buhay pa kaya sya? Babalik pa kaya sya? Dami kong tanong, hanggang kelan kaya ako makakasumpong ng sagot?
I just loved how perfectly this picture fit the song... it wasn't planned. Listen to it, and see what I mean. We're facing each other and yet not seeing each other. It appears that I'm staring at her shadow, just an illusion of her. And all the time, she's right there... =] This is much better larger.
Inspired by Other Side of the World, KT Tunstall
Then the fire fades away
But most of everyday
Is full of tired excuses
But it's too hard to say
I wish it were simple
But we give up easily
You're close enough to see that
You're the other side of the world
to me..
I took this with my trusty Pentax K1000. It says Lance Thomas Harris. I developed the film and photo myself. the drawing of the eye was done by lance while he was in rehab, I used it for my tattoo after he died, the name is also in his handwriting, I took the Lance and the Harris from a letter he wrote me but the Thomas I had to piece together from other words in the letter, I think I did a pretty okay job. I love comments by the way. this tattoo was done at body armor tattoo in kalamazoo
Om Ganesha Photo frame
The wooden Photoframe has OM studded with crystals and Lord Ganesha in pink enamel with back lighting. The size of the frame is 13 X 13 inches
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
Marcel Proust
10th Regiment, Advanced Camp Cadets celebrate Family Day August 17 after completing Cadet Summer Training at Fort Knox, Ky. Photo by: Madison Thompson
10th Regiment, Advanced Camp Cadets celebrate Family Day August 17 after completing Cadet Summer Training at Fort Knox, Ky. Photo by: Madison Thompson
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10th Regiment, Advanced Camp Cadets celebrate Family Day August 17 after completing Cadet Summer Training at Fort Knox, Ky. Photo by: Madison Thompson
You sheltered me from harm.
Kept me warm, kept me warm
You gave my life to me
Set me free, set me free
The finest years I ever knew
Were all the years I had with you
I would give anything I own,
Give up me life, my heart, my home.
I would give everything I own,
Just to have you back again.
You taught me how to love,
What its of, what its of.
You never said too much,
But still you showed the way,
And I knew from watching you.
Nobody else could ever know
The part of me that cant let go.
I would give anything I own,
Give up me life, my heart, my home.
I would give everything I own
Just to have you back again.
Is there someone you know,
Youre loving them so,
But taking them all for granted.
You may lose them one day,
Someone takes them away,
And they dont hear the words you long to say
I would give anything I own,
Give up me life, my heart, my home.
I would give everything I own
Just to have you back again.
I've been getting messages of curiosity and panic.
"Are you alive?"
I know I went through a spurt of posting here on Flickr and on my blogs while I was unemployed, but I've been quite busy lately. What I needed during that time was art: something to keep me busy before I lost my sanity. Now I work at a clothing store full time and on my off hours (or off days) I'm interning/freelancing in video production/online editorial work.
When I'm not working I'm sleeping and when I'm not sleeping I'm assessing my life. I'm not where I want to be, but I'm content. In fact I'm genuinely happy in life right now.I'm just plotting how to get to where I want and need to be. In the mean time I'm excelling in the two jobs I do have and I'm getting involved with a non-profit community arts organization.
I apologize for the lack of photo uploads here on Flickr as well as my drop in socialization. Please don't take it personally. Due to the quick-paced adventure that is my life, financial instability, and a family death I've been trying to keep a level head. I'm in the process of emerging from my cave so I'll be back and roaring with creativity in no time. I'd really rather just observe for now.
I will be checking my messages and writing back to those I hadn't answered. Take care of yourselves. I'll see you soon,
-Lindsay
P.S. Thanks for the birthday wishes! I spent it low key despite the celebration we were going to have for JPEG, Pixel and me. You can find some photos on Facebook considering I'd rather not be known as the lady who splatters her Flickr page with this nonsense...
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“In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged.”
Hans Nouwens
another snapshot of my daily life when i'm at home, 160miles away from Mrs.Cattus...we use the phone and the internet to chat and carry on our life together but i just doesn't cut it...after i've had a few days away in my own space i need to go back...due to circumstances this is the longest time we've had apart in over a year and half and it's getting hard (scuse!) to be away from her...it's not the talking on the phone i need it's the non verbal communication...the looks, the touches, kisses, skin, the shared humour, the everyday life-ness of it. *sigh*
The multi-talented Gladys Knight took to the stage in the Mystic Showroom on Friday April 27th and wowed the sold out crowd. The Empress of Soul was also joined on stage by her brother Merald "Bubba" Knight for a couple of songs. Knight closed the show with her classic "Midnight Train to Georgia".
I have a wish .
I wish I could have just a little color
on my lonely sad heart , I wish my life
would mean something , I wish I could find
what I been searching for so long , I wish
I knew what love is , I wish I could get a
hug for no reason , or a kiss
I wish my life will be notice , I wish
I could be a witness of someone else life
I just wish but I know ,is only a wish that I cannot have
and that my life will mean nothing , that my life
will not be witness that love is a stranger
to me as I am a stranger for love ..
Lone: Me, drawing a distance, at Gaudi's Park Guell.
Barcelona, Spain
Solitary is bearable
in the comfort of knowing
a friend is somewhere
thinking of you
"Play Dead"
A moth into a butterfly
And a lie
Into the sweetest truth
I'm so afraid of life
I try
To call your name but I'm
Silenced by the fear of dying in your heart once again
I see the seasons changing
And in the heart of this autumn I fall
With the leaves from the trees
I play dead
To hide my heart
Until the world gone dark fades away
I cry
Like God cries the rain
And I'm just one step away from the end of today
I see the reasons changing
And in the warmth of the past I crawl
Scorched by the shame
I play dead
To hide my heart
Until the world gone dark fades away
I stay dead
Until you veil my scars and say goodbye to fate
Before it's too late
“I am so busy doing nothing... that the idea of doing anything - which as you know, always leads to something - cuts into the nothing and then forces me to have to drop everything.”
Jerry Seinfeld
I dreamed of New Orleans last night. The balmy air enfolded me like the arms of a long time lover-warm, gentle, comforting. I breathed in the familiar smells of jasmine, roses, & that sweet musty smell of decay. It smelled like home. In the distance I could hear thunder rumbling low & slow, mingling with muffled strains of jazz that escaped from open windows & doors. I sat alone on a bench watching the occasional group of revelers pass. Despite being asked, I did not join any of them. I was waiting for someone much more important...some one who has a piece of my heart. I know who I was waiting for. I also know that a part of me will always be waiting for him. In the dream it started to rain....I woke up alone & missing both New Orleans & you.
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over
this song kills me.
It so like the truth aren't they? Especially when the truth hurts.
I saw them a distance away. I saw the warning signs. Still closer to them, I carried on. As though I was curious, I pushed my hands into them. Feeling the pain, but somehow instead of pulling them out, I feel as though I'm resting on my weight on them. As the pain grows, the more helpless I become.
I wish I could answer to why it got worse and worse. But yet I am so helpless to what has been going on, its not like anything I do now really matters to you, does it?