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Things don't always have to be crystal clear to be understood. A certain amount of mystery encourages questioning and wondering. Always question things, because sometimes those questions can lead you to answers and on paths that you never thought possible.
I am learning to expect the unexpected. And I love it.
Only a few more days left until the big move. I've never been more scared of anything before in my life. But I also know that the independence will do me the world of good.
Me and Mark have got some exciting plans too. But knowing us, it'll take us forever to get round to it. hehe. And he's thinking of replacing his car. Go and tell him that he shouldn't. Ha. :)
This is the start of a new series. I think it'll be a long one. But I'm certainly excited for it.
Entering the lobby of The Continental, Thomas spotted a newspaper lying on the floor. Picking it up to study it, his brow furrowed as he read the headlining article.
"It appears the heiress was last seen here, inside the members lounge. One of the bartenders by the name of Medusa apparently had an interaction with her", Thomas conveyed to Hunter who approached to study the article over his shoulder.
"Well, let's head up and have a little chat to Medusa. Perhaps she has some insight as to where Miss Amabelle was headed to after her meeting inside the lounge", Hunter remarked.
The two investigators ventured into the dimly lit lounge area, both a little taken aback to be greeted by two rather intimidating looking characters behind the bar. After a few questions in which Medusa was constantly interrupted by her sister Euryale, Hunter and Thomas decided to head out into the ominous streets of the city. Their destination, The Black Crab.
....to be continued
“Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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for February and the Romantic season.
Love me without fear
Trust me without questioning
Need me without demanding
Want me without restrictions
Accept me without change
Desire me without inhibitions
For a love so free....
Will never fly away.
By Dick Sutphen
Keep your heart pure, don't clutter it with a book-keeping of lies.
Keep your love, as tender and sweet as these petals...
Thank you, M, (*_*)
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Pan Am Railways OCS train cruises past the pumpkin patch off of Depot Road in Buckland, as the foliage is near peak along the right of way. Behind me is a barn rumored to be owned by comedian/pharmacist Bill Cosby. In the foreground is an electric fence owned by a farmer who has obviously lost his patience with railfans. After questioning what I was doing, he dared me a few times to touch the fence. I walked towards him and said sure, let me borrow your gloves first. Not seeing the humor he walked back into the barn.........
Just published the December issue of my journal that is devoted to questions and questioning. It is available for free online at questioning.org/Dec2022/allabout.html
High on the list of essential questions we ask during our lives is “What's it all about?" Schools should help students to wrestle with such questions early in life so one day they may be able to look back with pride at lives well lived.
How will I make my mark?
Will I do good?
Will I do well?
In the movie, Alfie wasn’t thinking much about his legacy, but this article will focus upon it.
It turns out we’re here for a very short time even if we live until we’re 77 or 87. The years go by all too swiftly and we might ask at the end "Did we leave our mark?"
Did we do any good? Did our life matter at all?
Continued at at questioning.org/Dec2022/allabout.html
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Love me without fear
Trust me without questioning
Need me without demanding
Want me without restrictions
Accept me without change
Desire me without inhibitions
For a love so free....
Will never fly away.
By Dick Sutphen
Keep your heart pure, don't clutter it with a book-keeping of lies.
Keep your love, as tender and sweet as these petals...
Lead and enjoy a good life, do and say things that enrich... and do not forget to tell the people close to you, how much you love them!
Thank you, M, (*_*)
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Led by a pair of Canadians. I was questioning if this was an intermodal or not but eventually the stacks came around.
'What does one see?'
Standing before the mirror, she looked.
Questioning that which it did show.
A past filled with trials and pain of her own.
Burdens of others she had to bear.
Deep wounds inflicted that slowly healed, but
A cloudy and dark road she had to travel alone.
Until such a day where the sun seemed to shine through.
Lighting the road for a while for another to join.
Where joy and happiness followed,
As she was no longer alone.
One day a cloud rolled in and the road grew dark.
A trip, stumble and fall caused new pain and burdens.
Adding to those that had lightened for a bit.
Old woulds reopened and new ones formed.
Forsaken by family and friends, she continued on.
Again traveling down the road,
Holding tightly to one small hand though as she went.
Years went by and slowly the rays broke through the clouds.
Lighting the road once more.
Another small hand clasped the one that had grown.
Together they walked the lighted road.
Smiling and skipping as years went by.
Occasionally hopping over holes so as not to trip again.
Some clouds so persistent, arose again.
Now more than one tripped and fell this time.
The first, more wounds and scars to add.
The others, a scare and moment of hurt.
The two stood up, joined hands and continued on.
The first stayed sitting, unable to rise so easily this time.
As the mirror grew dark with no more story to tell for now,
A tear slid down her face at what was seen.
-Mystic-
Do you know what I don't understand about you?
the head turned questioningly to the heart,
The heart looked up lovingly and answered:
That's your problem dear head, you always try to understand everything.
The head was undeterred and continued: You have experienced so much pain in the past and yet you never stop loving.
There will always be people who will hurt and disappoint you in the future, doesn't that scare you at all?
The heart answered quietly but firmly:
I never live in the past or a possible future like you
>I beat my pulse here and now<
Yesterday doesn't bother me anymore because I feel at home in the present, built with love and hope.
© 2022 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
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Love this big live oak in our front yard. Tree guy says it has 2-3 years before Oak Wilt gets it. Dammit.
He is quick, thinking in clear images:
I am slow, thinking in broken Images.
He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images;
I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images.
Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance;
Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance.
Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact,
Questioning their relevance, I question the fact.
When the fact fails him, he questions his senses;
When the facts fail me, I approve my senses.
He contnues quick and dull in his clear images;
I continue slow and sharp in my broken images.
He in a new confusion of his understanding;
I in a new understanding of my confusion.
Robert Graves.
Always curious, always adventurous, always questioning, quizzical, timeless. And ageless.
Weird with the screen calibration/settings. When I exported the image from LR everything was the way I wanted it, still enough detail in the shadow parts, but when I saw it here after uploading it ... details gone. Too dark. Everything. Yikes. I hope that it looks better on your monitors than on mine.
Size: 3,5 x 4 cm (1,37 x 1,57 inches). Lit straight from below with a small keyring LED.
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The joe patrol has brought in a stray Black Dragon Trooper, and Hawk wants him taken straight back to base for questioning.
Today at DisneyPhotographyBlog.com, I wrote I pretty open ended piece questioning if the DSLR is dying, due to the recent trend of high image quality mirrorless cameras out there. Note that I'm not saying the DSLR is DEAD, I simply question if it is starting to become on its way out. Make sure to head over there and join the conversation! Thanks for looking!
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Multiple recent complaints were filed with the local authorities regarding excessive noise late at night that was keeping the entire neighborhood awake. The suspects you see here were rounded up and made to appear in a row in this bug lineup. The guilty party refused to come forward and they looked so much alike the accusers could not identify one single guilty bug. They were made to stand in this lineup for an extended period while we took many pictures of them. Finally under intense scrutiny and questioning they broke down and admitted that they were all guilty of making those late night noises. They claimed they had been quiet for 17 years and couldn't stay quiet any longer. Shot for MM theme of "in a row".
The interest of these walkers in an invisible horizon point can only be clarified by a textual explanation. Before reading it, and this is the whole point of photographic practice, you can imagine a whole host of possible situations: a ship approaching the shore, the activity of a commercial port, the silhouette of a distant shoreline or rock, the contrast of a horizon line between sky and sea... For once, I'm going beyond the potential of the imaginary and giving you the real explanation behind the curiosity of the walkers on the quays of Saint-Jean-de-Luz: a dolphin had been spotted in the immediate vicinity of the beach, and all those who had been informed were trying to locate its fin so that they could follow the animal's movements. For my part, my curiosity as a street-watcher led me to observe the humans.