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An age old form of communication. From the elementary notes passed furtively from desk to desk in the classroom between giggling children to the more serious messages of eternal love penned by lovestruck teenagers then stuck in lockers or jacket pockets. As parents we leave these in our children's lunches for them to find as a treat along with their cookies.
They served their purpose as they still do. Like a love letter they are by nature short and to the point; "see you, love you, til later, til then." Short on paper but long on meaning.
There is nothing better than to find one of these jewels, a touching note, a humorous jibe, a reminder to accomplish, or maybe a date. Handy little things these notes are. But mostly, they are a reminder that I'm thinking of you and soon I'll be with you; hopefully sooner, maybe later, but I am thinking about you enough to write it.
This particular love note embellished with one of phyl's anniversary roses.
Love you!
52 of Twenty Eleven - Theme: Love - Week #07
A parody of From First To Last's "Note To Self: I Miss You Terribly"
Explore: Aug 18, 2007 #86
Thanks, guys!
Achei uma pasta de fotos inéditas que esse mês completam um ano de registro. rs
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Ps. Fiz a iluminação com a lanterna do Smartphone #notinha
Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=DMjYMStWwG4
I was inspired by the "Happy Days" music video by my KWEEN Brooke Candy! I love ha!
Some note cards I made at shutterfly.com, with sketches from my moleskine sketchbooks. Tapas sketch was don at Bar Cesar and sushi at Miyuki, both in Berkeley.
See more sketches at the Trumpetvine Sketchblog
...don't leave your camera lying around. These are NOT my boobs. I carry my camera with me everywhere I go. Today I took it out of my purse and laid it on my desk. A coworker snapped this pic at some point without me knowing it. I think I know who this is and tomorrow i'll ask to see her boobs just to make sure. OK not really but other than me, there is only one other person at work who would do this...
It's been a while since i've posted anything here. I need to get my act together. I've been so busy with work and life and there was an unexpected death last week that just put us in a funk for a few days...not that any death is ever expected.
Getting a note from our 3 1/2 year-old granddaughter in the mail is a wonderful surprise. Since I didn't have children of my own, it is an especial delight to see an envelope addressed to Nana (amd Papa). And no, I do not know why there's a rocket on here. Or wait, maybe it's something else entirely!
ODC: Note
Read about the project here...
Silvered Sky
Between the boughs I am silvered sky, I am cloud and flock and flare,
I am fox, I am vole, I am badger, mouse, I am otter, stoat and hare.
Minerals aplenty, I am silt and mud and stone,
I am even parts of perished things, I am flesh and blood and bone.
Twisted lines and knotted forms, I am branch and stem and shoot,
Wooded shapes and shadows show I am twig and trunk and root.
Shelter, roost and hideaway, a place to nest and perch,
Texture made of leaf and bark, I am willow, alder, birch.
Beaks and feathers, wings and eyes, I am swoop and brilliant flash,
I am also fin and gill and scales, a twisting, turning dash.
Kingfisher, duck and moorhen, I am swan and heron too,
I am pike and carp and rainbow trout and tench, to name a few.
Come closer and you'll start to see, I am many smaller things,
Fallen leaves and heavy rain, gifts each season brings,
Torrent, trickle, snow and ice, fog and pelting hail,
I am toad and newt and dragonfly, I am beetle, snake and snail.
There’s magic left to show you, a favourite trick of mine,
I’ll flicker bright and beautiful, despite the gloom I’ll shine.
And into dusk we're nearer still, you won’t believe it’s me,
Performance unlike those before, just you wait and see.
I am yellow, orange, pink and red, fluorescent green and blue,
But wait please just a moment, that's not my usual hue.
I think I may be poorly, I am feeling off today,
I am usually quite proud of all my colours on display.
Something’s wrong, I know it now, I am clearly not the same,
And as I swell to ocean, I'll wonder who's to blame.
I am metal and I am plastic, not things I am meant to be,
I should be clean and pure and free, as I become the sea.
Impurities and poisons, no longer just the wild,
I am chemicals and solvents too, it seems I’ve been beguiled.
Ashamed to be pollution, this surely is a crime,
I hope this is reversible, and if so that there’s still time.
When darkness falls and closes in, my midnight show is on,
Ten million lucid stars reborn, I am each and every one.
Between the boughs I am silvered sky, tonight still bold and true,
Consider me is all I ask. Don’t forget I am also you.
David Thackwell
19:365
If anyone wants to know why I have a grey buddy icon ... its a (peaceful) protests against Getty giving away lots of our images to Google without even bothering to ask the contributors if its OK. Google then stripped all the metadata off the images and started giving them away. I had hoped the contributors meant more to Getty than that! :(
Birds on wires in Paull, East Yorkshire. I can't read music, but if I could would these music notes formed by these birds be Leonard Cohen's 'Bird on a Wire"?
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okay.. so im having a battle with these 2 girls to see who can get the most notes on their pic. so PLEASE help me out.. :D click the button above the top left corner of my pic and ill love you forever.. and honestly type whatever you want!! :)
thanks guys!! and lets win this thing!! :)
ps,,, lets beat this pic too :P.. www.flickr.com/photos/acastellano/181730235/
[its not in the contest though..]
I had this idea in my head for a while now. I'm not sure if I really like it... Those are some actual things I think sometimes^.^
Press 'L'
Sweater, Takeout (thrifted). Skirt, Carole Little (thrifted). Shoes, Naturalizer. Earrings, street fair. Bag, Imoshion.
Quotation response: Intelligent people are full of doubts because there's always a possibility to explore, expand, research and find out more, as for stupid people - just follow blindly what the previous person said!
Mary Halvorson playing at the Freihofer's Saratoga Jazz Festival on the gazebo stage with her trio. Her style is considered avante garde jazz. Taken with a Canon 55-250mm IS lens.
While visiting my sweetie and the barred owls/owlets in his back yard, I spotted a feather in the area underneath where the adult likes to hang out. My heart leaped when I saw this special marking. I’ve turned it over to emphasize the heart shape, but it still felt like a love note from the owls and Mother Nature! He and I met while watching great horned owlets at a public park, so this felt like another owl blessing upon us!