whew, writing that title took time... Anyways, I really am tired like heck. I always stay up to 11 or 12 drawing, and the lay there thinking about what to draw for another hour. I RLY AM OVERTHINKING. oh well. When do u guys draw, pls lemme know the best time to draw for a busy person, I just can find the time, lemme know what u guys do. also, Im not scared of a little constructive critisim, so lemme know what i can do better, or what u guys want to see in the futer, like say, color or ink idk lemme know what u think. Randomness for the day! "Men don't make the same mistake twice, Generally, it's three times or more." anyways, like and comment, or else you will get trampled by pigs, what a horrible way to die!

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Here's another random Photo/Image/Pic that I took in another random part of the Knysna forests.

We all know that a person who uses a camera to take a photograph is called a photographer. But at what stage exactly is it called a "photograph" (or photo)... and when exactly do we refer to that person as a "photographer"?

Because as far as I know... my camera captures what is known as a "RAW file". When I copy that file onto my computer and open it up in Photoshop... then it becomes known as a "layer on a canvas". Then when I've tweaked my layer(s)... I save the result as a "digital image". If I over-do the editing or add any elements that weren't there when I pressed the camera's shutter... then the digital image is usually referred to as a "composite" or "photo-manipulation". However... if/when the digital image is finally printed in a book/magazine/calendar/postcard... then it's often referred to as a "picture" (or pic).

So at what point is it a photograph... and at what point am I a photographer?

I think that I'll start calling myself a "photimagicer" from now onwards.

Hah hah... I've obviously been overthinking things again :)

Agnes: Hey Bruno, what are we up to?

Bruno: Doing our jobs.

Agnes: Oooh, I've always wanted to be a working dog.

Bruno: It intermittently rewarding.

Agnes: But, what is our job?

Bruno: Watching the park.

Agnes: Has the city contracted us? Are we looking for criminals? Are we like police dogs? That's pretty cool.

Bruno: Um, no.

Agnes: Um, no we're not getting contracted by the city? Or Um, no we're not looking for criminals.

Bruno: Um, both.

Agnes: Well then, what are we watching for?

Bruno: Other dogs, people with children, and people eating ice cream.

Agnes: But how is that a job?

Bruno: Sometimes we get paid for it.

Agnes: Really? We get a salary?

Bruno: Not so much. It's more of a complex action and reward algorithm.

Agnes: I think you've lost me.

Bruno: You see, our humans are the employers. And we have negotiated a complex job arrangement. We don't bark at everyone, if we did that it would upset the payers and they wouldn't let outside to do our jobs. Usually a single isolated bark just reminds them that we're working. And most of the time when we bark excessively, we're asked politely to stop so we comply with that. But occasionally if we keep barking and pretend not to hear the employers, they resort to giving us treats to come in the house and be quiet.

Agnes: So, if we only occasionally get paid and it's because we comply and come in the house and stop yelling, isn't our true job being inside and being quiet?

Bruno: Um, no. I forgot to tell you that I once yelled at a suspicious looking dude who came all of the way up to the fence to look in the yard. And then I was told that I was a good boy and was given a whole big cookie. So, after that I'm considering this a job and just negotiating increased reimbursement by increasing opportunity for payment.

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Bruno teaching Agnes the complexities of being a dog in our house. It's truly not that complex but sometimes he either overthinks or underthinks things.

I went a bit excessive in processing this shot. It's a subtle double exposure effect with the second exposure being a copy of the main photo magnified to mainly be the texture from Bruno's fur. I also boosted the exposure and added a bit of a warm glow to the while effect.

Just overthinking and make a doodle in the garden.Coffee and graphite a3 moleskin

Thanks for the visit,have a wonderful day.

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Sometimes you should just go with what there is and not overthinking it, like in the previous image

The reflection of my face, some wouldn’t even recognize

Or who put me in this place, I wouldn’t even recognize

Time has been so cruel, I could’ve blamed me but I blame you

I do...

Lately, I feel lost, tell me if you find me

It's hard to put the past behind me

When my mind just sits there and keeps remindin' me

Of all the bullshit that I kept inside me

I'm not lyin' when I tell you I feel like I'm lost

It just feels like I trapped in my thoughts

I just sit there and think, and I think, and I think

And I think and I think, I lost it all

I am at home, I got my back against the wall

I feel hella alone, I got no one to call

And I'm still on my own because no one's involved

Tell me where do I go when everything falls

Damn, I guess that's why I'm makin' this song

I just sit and reflect on every single thing that went wrong

My best friend, he turned out to be a fake

The real definition of becomin' a snake

And I lost my girl too and that was my mistake

I put music above her and it took her place

And she's the one I love and my heart it just breaks

Because now I'm alone, there's no girl to replace

Yeah, I tried every day, but it's always a waste

Ever since she left nothin's ever been the same

Lately, it feels like I just been wildin' out

There's too many things that I'm findin' out

And my passion has been slowly dyin' out

And I'm still inside of a hole and I'm climbin' out

Just to stumble over, but I'm tryin' out

Lost my composure, so I write it out

I'm feelin' depressed and I'm hidin' out

I think that's why I'm cryin' out

The reflection of my face, some wouldn’t even recognize

Or who put me in this place, I wouldn’t even recognize

Time has been so cruel, I could've blamed me but I blame you

I do

I guess I'm to blame, can't lie to me

Walk in the room and they start eyein' me

Feelin' overwhelmed with my anxiety

So I stay to myself and I overthink quietly

I stare in the mirror and vent there alone

You say you been there when I'm on my own

You say you'll be there when I know you won't

And you say you love me when I know you don't

I swear this depression isn't a motherfuckin' joke

Anxiety too, I deal with them both

I been losin' my faith and my hope

Still haven't found a way I can cope

Yeah, I think lovin' myself is the very thing that I need most

'Cause I lost everyone else that I thought I would always keep close

And to think, I gave you all that I can

You took advantage of me and ran

I made you who you are, now I ask

Why would you flip on me I don't understand

Told myself never again, never reach out for a hand

Never put trust in a friend, never give up where you stand

I gave everybody a chance just to see we didn't last

Nothin' that I been doing has been I pannin' out

I'm sufferin' and you stand around

And I'm fallin' so fuckin' hard I could smash the ground

Wishin' that I could have my mom and dad around

Anxiety got the best of me and I'm spazzin' out

Exhausted so much I feel like just passin' out

I wanted the fame, you can have it now

'Cause I ain't the same you can ask around

The reflection of my face, some wouldn’t even recognize

Or who put me in this place, I wouldn’t even recognize

Time has been so cruel, I could’ve blamed me but I blame you

I do…

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Taken at the beautiful Kindred Spirit

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It's been lonely

Trying get your attention from a thousand miles away

And you know me

Always overthinking the worst possibilities

Yeah, we both know

In between you and me, there's an ocean

Castaway in a sea and it's frozen

I'm exposed, can't you see, all I need

Is a little warmth

Without your arms around me

Without you on my skin

Without you on my body, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

I don't mean to be desperate

Or pretend that I'm not torn

But I don't want to let go of the things that keep me warm

Without you I'm just cold

I built a little boat

With a sail from the memories I've been collecting

And I'll hold out

For the wind to blow me, take me home the whole way

In your direction

Yeah, we both know

In between you and me there's an ocean

And I'm just tryingto get a little closer

Pull me in, 'cause I'm here and all I need

Is little warmth

Without your arms around me

Without you on my skin

Without you on my body, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

I don't mean to be desperate

Or pretend that I'm not torn

But I don't want to let go of the things that keep me warm

Without you I'm just cold

Without you I'm just cold

And I need a little fire

And you're my gasoline

Light me up, I'm burning

With all these things I feel

I'll always hold this flame for you

But it's naked on the breeze

So let me in, don't lock me out or cast me out to sea

Without your arms around me

Without you on my skin

Without you on my body, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

I don't mean to be desperate

Or pretend that I'm not torn

But I don't want to let go of the things that keep me warm

Without you I'm just cold

Without you I'm just cold

Without you I'm just cold

Without you I'm just cold

Finally! New photos! Should probably have spent a wee bit more time processing this batch, but had a few to do, and the last time I went through a batch as fast as possible it seemed to produce some good results. Best not to overthink things sometimes I guess.

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The anxiety and exhaustion a complex brings, is hard to explain. Chaos in the calmness, overthinking and not thinking at the same time and the guilt of even feeling. Trying to figure it all out and balancing everything and anything.

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Please don't overthink that; it causes a headache.

Anyhow, I took this one one afternoon shooting with my sons down in San Jose and vicinity, like here in Santa Clara.

The gloss from the freshly-painted, giant, sheet-metal saguaro cactus Western Motel sign caught the raking light nicely.

Thanks for having a look!

Real Life and Second Life; my life has undergone some changes. I struggled for a while with what I *thought* was Expected, but then I remembered that trying to live someone else's way probably wasn't MY way.

I'm kind of a nerd, not a convincing sexpot or a rampaging Dominatrix. I can live with that :-)

"No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path."

Sometimes. "one step after the other" is more peaceful than worrying about the destination...

I have some great people to love within Second Life, and I think I manage to love them better when I don't overthink :-)

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When you think of that special person who has your heart and all you can think is rawr....

Day 58

I feel as if we hold on so much to things simply because we are afraid of being without them. Maybe it's because we don't know how, or we feel as if by getting better we have farther to fall. The first step is always going to be impossibly intimidating and I promise the second one is a thousand times easier.

I just need to stop overthinking everything and take the first huge leap, and have faith that everything else will follow.

I had the idea for this photo on the bus ride home today. We drove past these trees and as soon as the bus stopped I got off and walked back in the opposite direction of my house. Of course, as luck would have it, my camera died upon my arrival so I got to walk ALL THE WAY home and then ALL THE WAY back. But I do think it was worth the trek ;) I also owe a huge thanks to my beautiful little sister Megan who captured this jump for me!

I think this could sum up a lot of emotions right now as our world is stood still but working together for the greatest cause.. it is such a strange and weird time - it’s almost like your body has been granted the rest it’s been craving, you’ve been unplugged from the mains and the subframe you were running and given a chance for repairs - and that is truly how I felt at the beginning of this lockdown.

This week would be a month for me in lockdown and it’s been so surreal, it’s been a weird mix of trying to understand what I am meant to do with my life now... enjoying the rest but worrying and overthinking about everything that’s not happening or not going to happen and one point at the beginning just feeling like shutting down.

However I have such a wonderful support network and I’ve been to be more in control now I’ve got used to the idea of having to stay indoors. And like me I know that each of you reading this are going through your own process - but that’s okay! You don’t need to be at someone else’s stage in this process - live each day to your fullest - do what you feel you can and want to do! There is no right or wrong in this!

One thing I do have to say though is that this is a weird feeling knowing that the next series of images that will be coming out by me are all of me! I don’t do self portraits a lot but this I see as creative challenge ☺️ and this is the first image I got to edit using Adobe lightroom! I’m certainly starting to branch out my creativity and I can’t wait to see how it goes 🙌

Let me know what you think and what you’re doing to stay sane ☺️

While I’m writing this, there is heavy rain outside, and it’s falling for the last twelve hours. The whole day is a bit fitting for overthinking about a lot of stuff in life. Somehow, I started to think about how I discovered photography as my passion.

I didn’t plan to post anything today, but I got a feeling to write, so here I am. I’ve just put some classical music in the background, with a piano as a main instrument, accompanied by the sounds of rain hitting my window. The heating is also on, so I’m warm and cosy to do some writing.

From the days I was a kid, I was somehow surrounded by photo cameras. Nobody in my family ever did photography as a profession, but we always loved to capture family gatherings and birthdays, etc. So I basically started with my dad's Olympus film camera, and then as time went by and I started to be more mature, I switched to digital.

I remember when my first point-and-shoot camera started to photograph a strange pink layer on the photos. It turned out that the lens was damaged from the shooting in the bright sun. The repairing was difficult and it wasn’t cost-effective, so I needed to find another camera, as I was feeling like I had lost a limb from my body.

After that, I bought a new camera, and I’ve been shooting with it for the last twelve years. When I see what cameras can do nowadays, I sometimes feel embarrassed for still using this one, but I can’t help myself. It is so small and nice, and I don’t need to think about taking my photo-bag and switching lenses…

Approximately a decade ago, when Instagram was blooming with landscape shots, I started to admire many of them and wished I knew how to shoot like some photographers there. As I always loved to do a long walk by the river, I decided to bring my camera with me. And let me tell you, I didn’t know anything about photography.

I went at midday, photographing landscapes without a subject, and without any sense of composition. And I was persistent in that way of photographing. I’m laughing while writing this and reminiscing about my beginnings.

Then, out of the blue, YouTube got on my mind. There must be some photographers there posting videos while they’re photographing, right? Oh, the revelation.

That’s when I found out I’m an absolute ignoramus for photography. While the feeling was a bit bitter, I was drawn to those videos to learn about photography, the rules of composition and equipment that I never bought. I didn’t feel like the learning part was any sort of problem or difficult for me, I did it for fun in my free time.

Later, I started learning about photo editing, also. As time was passing, I noticed I was getting a sense for photography, and while posting online, I did get some positive feedback.

The most important part is that I discovered something more than a hobby, a spark, a big passion. I’m still a bit confused about how I got here, but now I just can’t imagine my life without either watching about photography or doing it myself. And it’s a blessing.

Here's another inside look at building a big MOC.

I'd mentioned last time that you want to start with a single section of the facade that you can repeat as nescessary. The idea being that it creates a pleasing pattern. Well, this is the start of that.

Eventually though, you're going to need a corner. What does that look like? How does it keep with the rest of the building?

I find it useful to keep those questions in mind when I start building, but loosely. Don't overthink it. The solution you see here is deliberately simple and keeping to the look of period architecture.

Next step will be the entrance. And, one of the big questions - What does the inside look like. I'll take suggestions for that one. What would you like to see?

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PS: please please please if you have bought 125 magazine (heroes edition) could you take a quick snap of the page on which i'm featured? i've looked allllll over for it (ireland and my area in the US) but can't find it, and asked the mag for a PDF of it but they didn't respond. I could be eternally grateful if someone sent me just that page of the mag!

New Years Resolutions:

1) don’t worry as much

2) don’t beat yourself up for things you did/can’t change

3) stop overthinking things, just do them. don’t second-guess yourself.

4) bake more to relieve stress

5) maintain a good report card, don’t obsess over grades

6) take the best photos ever

7) continue a comprehensive notebook with ideas

8) draft out the outline of your novel properly

9) stop obsessing over weight

10) be happier

11) be better to my family

12) stop cursing as much

13) keep things in perspective

14) get your driver’s license for god’s sake

15) be more self-reliant

16) stop having panic attacks, please.

17) write more

18) take things a day at a time

19) eat healthier

20) have more photoshoots

21) try to get a position as a photographer’s assistant/publishing house assistant over the summer

22) go outside more

21) look at colleges properly

22) use the internet less

23) have more slumber parties with loads of people

Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, a match made in Gotham asylum.

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There's a war inside my head

Sometimes I wish that I was dead, I'm broken

So I call this therapist

And she said girl you can't be fixed just take this

I'm tired of tryin' to be normal

I'm always overthinking

I'm driving myself crazy

So what if I'm fucking crazy

And I don't need your quick fix

I don't want your prescriptions

Just 'cause you say I'm crazy

So what if I'm fucking crazy

Yeah, I'm gonna show you

Loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath

Yeah, I'm gonna show you

I'm gonna show you

Yeah, I'm gonna show you

You can't be that kid standing at the top of the waterslide, overthinking it. You have to go down the chute. - Tina Fey

Theta is one of the more elusive and extraordinary brain states you can explore. It is also known as the twilight state which you normally only experience fleetingly upon waking, or drifting off to sleep. Theta is the brain state where magic happens in the crucible of your own neurological activity listen here for some postive vibes

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Taken at Rolling Hills County Park on Saturday November 8th and Sunday November 9th, 2025. Love this park and the nature you can find there.

The first snowfall must

be confusing to squirrels.

Don't overthink it.

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Finally something I'm happy with after a looong time! Only had the scratches on my leg at first, since this was my initial idea but then I decided to add the smoke and fire in the background. I've been so busy lately, mostly studying and overthinking and daydreaming. I can't wait for 2013 to be over, this year has been frustrating, but things are starting to look better! Have a great weekend lovely people xx

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I'm running out of patience with the news lately. I think my advancing age is colliding with my ever decreasing attention span. My mind is still very curious, it's just become very selective. I can no longer watch any sort of news programming where the content is decided for me. I prefer aggregated news websites where I can scan the headlines, and drill down only if there's interest. Point is there seldom is any interest. Increasingly, I'm finding that the headline itself provides enough information. Lately, most of what I learn about current events comes by way of single sentence blurbs. And even then, I skim past many after reading only the first couple of words. I'm just a step away from simply looking at the pictures and not reading anything at all. I wonder sometimes how my intellect became so degraded (or as I like to think of it, repurposed). It happened so gradually I didn't really notice until it was gone. I always thought of mindfulness as a linear progression. Turns out I was wrong.

Doll encounters have a way of forcing repressed thoughts to the forefront. These grimy faces, bad haircuts, and utterly forlorn baby clothing epitomize the hopelessness of castoff toys. The children that once cherished them grew up and left the dolls behind, battered and forgotten. Objects intended to bring joy and happiness now destitute, cast with a pall of solemnity. It concerns me at times that I find such joy in capturing these tiny faces of despair. All part of the art I tell myself; just take the photos and try not to overthink it. As long as the results are respectful, the means seem justified.

Melmore Head, Rosguill, County Donegal, Ireland

Even though I travel across Ireland during the sunniest of days capturing photos there is always that curious side of me that wants to investigate caves & darker places! Caves are not the boring, dark & scary places most folk believe they are. Cave walls hold so many various colours & textures that have been slowly enriching over millions of years. Some colours found in these caves are tones I have yet to see elsewhere in nature.

Our ancestors believed that these caves were actual gateways to the “Otherworld”. Not only did they live in caves like this, but they actually buried their loved ones here to help guide them to the other world they all believed so strongly in....

Thinking it all over in my mind I have come to the realisation that our ancestors certainly had the right idea by living in these mysterious caves. Clearly for the shelter benefits from the harsh elements but especially for the scenic reasons.

Each morning they woke onlooking this very unchanged scene through their front entrance hole leading straight onto a sandy beach. What a way to start your day! Clearly this mightn't be a lifestyle choice for everyone especially in modern times with our home comforts etc however it's something id personally prefer now & then just to clear this overthinking mind of mine

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I realize that my editing is not very consistent, therefore my stream really is not that appealing from a first glance aha. I find it weird cause my editing is quite consistent, but the outcomes never seem the same. Maybe it's just me overthinking as usual....but somehow I want to have a "unique" editing style, y'know?

Anyways, today's shoot went pretty well! The weather didn't cooperate as well as i'd hoped, but some shots turned out nicely!

I actually love this shot sooo much cause of all the awesome colours! Everyone was so tacky that it literally made me happy!!! :)

I want to put up the original somewhere, so you can see the different outcomes!

I'll upload more as i edit them! :)

💦 THE GRAND RE-SPLASH 💦

️ Thursday, July 10 – 2PM SLT

📍 Le Chateau – Main Pool (now 48% more fabulous)

After extensive internal audits and a high-level repainting operation, we are pleased to announce that the Motel Pool has officially been reimagined, repaletted, and re-perfected. That’s right - same iconic water, entirely new shade of blue.

To celebrate this crucial upgrade to your leisure portfolio, we invite you to our flagship POOL FIESTA. Featuring chilled rosé, sunburned strangers, and a DJ set by Lili so good it might be illegal in Utah.

Dress Code: Swimsuits. That’s it.

(Don’t overthink it. Just bring your best pool look.)

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"For a lot of this competition I allowed myself to overthink & over complicate my submissions as I would become so committed to molding my ideas into what I thought would please the judges most that I would lose sight of what I wanted to achieve overall. The ad campaign for my scent was no different at first but amidst trying to pick through the 6 or 7 dozen photos I'd chosen before I realized that allowing myself to become so wound up has affected me greatly here and I decided to be spontaneous, throw out my complicated idea for my ad and start from scratch and while this left me a little under the gun for submission I can say now that my ad truly reflects what my scent was going for and no matter where it lands me I can say that I am satisfied.

Whether or not things are meant to be is not something I can know but from this day forward thinking about how to force things in my favor will no longer be something I allow to be a concern of mine as life is meant to be enjoyed, not analyzed.

'Kismet' is a perfume with a vanilla top note that gives way to a blend of Lavender & Chamomile, all of which are perfect to relax & luxuriate in. The bottle itself is actually a golden locket, which becomes reusable upon the completed use of the perfume."

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For the first time in the competition I was really scrambling - I had been sick the first week of submissions and working the second week - and had started with a completely different concept at first but then, on the night before the last day we could submit entries, I had an epiphany, posed Sy'Rai and started taking photos as soon as morning light hit & didn't stop until the sun was setting. All of that effort yielded me this lovely picture, that I quickly added some text too & submitted. I was happy with it no matter what the result that was to come but it actually landed in the top 3 this week! eeee!!! Fingers crossed that I win!

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“When she was a child, my love carried a road-map in her hand the way other girls carried handkerchiefs. She always knew the way. Her feet were little wings. And her beautiful head was a compass.”

― Roman Payne

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Sixpence None The Richer- Kiss Me with lyrics

WHEN WE WERE SWEET SIXTEEN

I'm telling you now to live every day as if it is your last

because you never know my love

when that day comes round so fast

and if I only had one day left upon this earth,

I know how it would go.

I would spend that day with you and cram it full

with all the love we yearned for but couldn't have

and if I had nothing left it wouldn't be quite true,

because I would give up everything in a heart beat

just to be with you

and if I packed up all the chaos

that crowds out all my thoughts,

it would be clear to me that the only thing left

would be my sweet memories of you

and I'm ok with that and I could finally let you go

and release my grip upon this world

that only gave me promises it couldn't keep

and relinquish that one good thing

and all the promises of you, but you know how this works;

you know the equation of my life and all my funny little quirks

and I know yours and all the tales you told

of love and romance; fairy stories and adventurers so bold.

Ninety percent of nothing is nothing,

but that ten per cent oh, that felt so real

and if I could have that time all over again, no,

I would not change a thing,

but I would try to make it so

even if I had to beg, borrow, lie and steal.

But, here's the thing,

we can only replay those precious memories

like a black and white movie on the silver screen

that twists and winds inside our heads

and burns bright right to the end,

then in a puff of smoke and sizzling celluloid

our dreams lay smouldering, molten on the floor

and all we have is the shattered windows to our souls;

our bones lay broken by the stones we threw.

Living in that house of glass

we should have known that it would never last,

but we created the illusion of something rather wonderful

and in our young and beautiful teenage minds

we ran with scissors until we fell down

and cut ourselves to ribbons with each spoken word

and loved until our eyes grew weary

with the slow demise of the candle flame;

we slept like fallen angels

stretched out and homeward bound;

limbs entwined like roots of forest trees

seeking life far beyond this mortal ground

and if we never woke from this sweet deep sleep

would it be so bad a thing!

When we were kids we''d kid ourselves

that I would be your sweet pink rose

and you would be my King.

We'd sail upon the seven seas to unknown treasured lands

and dig so deep until we tired and fell laughing to the ground

tears of laughter dried on our cheeks

with endless summer sun

or mingled with the heaven-sent rain in deserts far from home.

We built our own oasis on an island in the sun

and played at would-be pirates fighting; on the run,

but hey my love of bygone days' those days we locked away

inside the reckoning of our minds

we left the grass to dry to hay

and a million poppies grow

in that field of dreams where once you lay me down,

but there's one grows tallest of them all

and waiting to be found.

Shall we forget the meanderings of our minds

and throw caution to the wind

Overthinking shatters dreams, shall we let our hearts decide

like we did when we were sweet sixteen;

brave, invincible, living for the ride … ?

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What are you thinking, dear butterfly? Are you thinking about exploring the floral world you have never been to? Are you thinking about hosting a worldwide butterfly exposition? Or are you thinking about playing checkers with me? Whatever you are pondering, remember not to overthink.

Thanks for reading, dear Flickr friends. The pose of this butterfly reminds me of Auguste Rodin’s sculpture The Thinker. (Please view the previous image on my photostream.)

Went to test out this new to me Nettar 515/2 6x9 and after developing have these weird marks in the sky. No clue if camera lens fungus/haze or development issue. Could have been some weird clouds and I'm overthinking this too.

Zeiss Nettar 515/2 | Zeiss | Holga 400

Scanned with Canoscan 8800f | 120 w/ acrylic

Home developed in Rodinal 1:25 | Agitation

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