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Note: This is a deliberate out-of-focus street shot for the story below.
... As I wipe my eyeglasses clean, I glance towards the front street for possible ride options.
"So, what will it be today - the good old, rickety, airy, yellow-and-black auto-rickshaw or the swanky, air-conditioned, spotless-white Uber taxi?"
"I just need a quick and cheap two-mile ride to the coffee shop for my next meeting... :-/ "
"Ain't both quick and cheap at this time of the day?"
"Then the Uber taxi it is..."
"But, don't you care about the livelihood of the old, long-serving, self-employed auto-rickshaw driver?"
"Don't you ever talk without asking questions?" I chide my bespoke virtual assistant loudly >:-{ baffling the people on the street :-O
"Well, ain't you the one who programs me to be smarter than being just an intelligent order taker?"
"I'll walk it!" I mumble after a long pause, knowing fully well that the smart-ass is now going to be insanely muddled up for a while trying to figure out whether 'walking' is a general option, or a specific one in response to a vexed question ;-) ...
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. . . is another man's treasure. A swap meet vendor and his grandson in an abandon dirt lot in Jacksonville, Florida (1981). This image was restored off of my aging black and white film archives.
A cobbler in Davao City, Philippines poses for an informal street portrait while mending a pink shoe in his streetside shop.
A big shout out to the hardworking people who don't get sick or vacation days, bonuses, expense accounts, company cars, or free mileage with their jobs. It's folks like this who get out there and do their best to provide a service to survive. A big thank you to these folks (and many others) who grant my permission to capture them doing what they do.
Sinigang is a Filipino soup or stew characterized by its sour and savory flavor most often associated with tamarind. It is one of the popular viands in Philippine cuisine
One day there will be a man who stays and chooses me each and every day—and I will be loved.
I will be loved for everything I am and the wonderment that spins of my own golden truth.
I will be loved for the moments of everything I’m not—because they will no longer be flaws, but the beauty of finding a silver lining within the darkest of storms.
There won’t be any lingering questions, and there will never be the feeling of the ball waiting to be dropped crushing my heart in the process.
Because the man who loves me will be rock steady—and not only will he know what he wants, he won’t have any problem pursing it.
The man who loves me will see my value—possibly before others did, and he’s going to want to lock it up as soon as he can.
Because sometimes when we know, we just know.
I will be loved in between the spaces of day and night to the place where I can be held close enough to treasure forever.
My fears will fall to the ground as the golden leaves of autumn’s last stand.
I won’t cling to maybes and what ifs, and I will finally feel what it is like to have a man stand by my side as a true constant, weathering any storm that may arise.
I will finally know what it feels like to simply be loved.
I won’t have to struggle with carrying the secret heavy burdens of life all by myself—and at the end of the evening after I kiss and tuck my children into bed, there will be someone there to tuck me in as well.
There will be a man who will hold and protect me in all of the ways I have ever desired, yet never actually have.
As fiercely as he will protect me and my children, he will also love my intoxicating wildness enough to never want to change a single thing about me—except my last name.
And only if I should agree to it.
I’m not going to fight with him, trying to hang onto being Miss Independent, because I will realize that he’s the warrior I’ve been seeking all along.
Because someday, somehow—I will be loved.
I will be loved by a man who has amazing character—it’s not his bank account I will fall for, but his integrity.
He won’t be the man who seduced me with honey sweetened words, or those who promised me jewels and a trip to paradise.
But is the one who saw me when I was still invisible.
He will be the one who has seen me at my worst yet still chooses me.
And I will be loved in all of the clandestine ways my heart has longed for, with intentions tasting of authenticity and passion.
I will be loved not because it is easy or because is the right thing to do, but because it will be his only choice.
He won’t necessarily know what to do with me and the way I shake up his world—as a child with a snow globe—so his only option will be to hang on for the ride of his life.
Sometimes the only answer will be to take me into his strong arms at the end of the evening and tell me that I can be done for the day.
That I don’t have to do it all or always be strong.
That with him, I can just simply lay it all down and just be.
And that will be why I never leave.
Because someday, I will be loved in all of the ways I never have been, and it won’t be by someone who wishes to clip my wings or who only wants me on his arm to make himself look more appealing.
It will be a man who looks at me and can never seem to get enough of my enchanting mysteries.
Someday I will be loved and it won’t matter what he does for work, and it won’t matter how much money he has and it certainly won’t matter what type of car he drives.
The only precious thing that will matter is that he is going to hold me close and love me like no one else ever has.
Because for me, that is the type of astonishing wealth I am seeking.
I know that someday I will be loved—that someday, someone will choose to stay where others have only left.
I will be loved fully and completely. I will be loved underneath the gaze of the full moon and by the stream of first morning’s light.
One day a man will come into my life and will show me why I stayed single for as long as I did.
Because while I may or may not know him yet, I’m still waiting for him.
I knows that what I seek isn’t just casual company or men to distract me from what my heart really wants.
And maybe that is the most important thing I have realized—sometimes not just anyone will do.
I know that whether it’s tomorrow, next week or even next year, I will be loved.
I will be loved with the force of gentle hands and a wild spirit.
I will be loved with desire’s touch and a gentleman’s smile.
I will be loved with a courageous heart and a determined mind.
Because someday there will be nothing left to do, but love me.
In that moment, and the thousand that follow, conjuring every dream or wish my heart has ever made, I will be loved.
And that will be the beginning of everything.
Following on from 'An eggcellent start to the day!' breakfast antics, I thought I'd jazz up dinner a tad by making mash potato islands with broccoli trees, finished off with a miniature clothing line. Hooray!
A street vendor shows his collection of local art to a tourist, Old Town, Warsaw, Poland.
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Yes, finances being what they are, and given that his business involves highly perishable goods, his "boss" won't allow him any time off until he's sold every bouquet in his adapted supermarket shopping cart. (And that's if he's his own boss.)
He knows that a lot of his neighbors are pressed for funds, so he sells the cheapest possible flowers: Carnations and Chrysanthemums...with some bouquets containing an extra-fancy mum or two, each encased in its own protective sleeve.
But perhaps I'm wrong; he may not be self-employed at all. He may rent the cart from a middle-man and only receive a small percentage on the flowers he sells. That would mean he would never have a day off--he couldn't afford to. He's not making enough as it is!
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Manicure and pedicure vendors work the downtown park in Davao City, Philippines where clients can enjoy the afternoon under a large tree and chat with their friends.
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Young Asian woman freelance worker using her smartphone screen as a mirror while working with laptop computer in coffee shop. Startup business and self-employed activity concept
10 Things About Me
1. I love Khatam. The picture above is one of my jewelry boxes.
From Wiki: Khatam is a Persian version of marquetry, artforms
made by decorating the surface of wooden articles with delicate
pieces of wood, bone and metal precisely-cut geometrical shapes.
Khatam kari is the art of crafting a Khatam. Common materials
used in the construction of inlaid articles are gold, silver, brass,
aluminum and twisted wire. Artworks with smaller inlaid pieces
are generally more highly valued.
2. I’m LOVING my new iPhone. Hi, my name is Marcie and I'm an AppAholic!
3. I’m a Southern California native...born and raised and I’ve never
lived anywhere else.
4. I’ve had my own business since I was 24 and I’m now 42.
5. I’m not very good at following rules sometimes. My mother raised
me to follow the rules but after almost 20 years of being my own boss,
I find it difficult to walk to any beat that’s not my own.
6. I got a red light ticket last year that cost me $455! Did the traffic school
online.
7. I love butter! Always have to buy unsalted because that way, you have better control
over the salinity of your dish. Plus, salted butter lasts longer on the shelf so if you
buy unsalted, you’re generally getting a fresher product.
8. I hate paperwork but just started using Excel so I can keep better tax records for the biz. So far, it seems to be pretty cool and I think it’s going to be so much easier doing taxes at the end of the year!
9. I once had a stalker. An old boyfriend who just couldn’t let go. He called and
threatened me for months at work....favorite phrase was "I'm going to carve your face up bitch!".....needless to say, I was pretty freaked out for about a year of my life. He seems to have settled down as I passed him in the Costco about 15 years ago and he didn't bother me then, or since.
10. I don't use a DSLR...I have a Leica D-Lux 4 and love the small, compact size with high quality lens.
Self employed banana seller
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