I like my shadow, it comes an go, he is one of the only entities that doesn´t get my paranoid stress reflexes going, ok it might have scared me once or twice but most often not...

Sunlight playing tricks, Thompson Hotel, Toronto

With broken wings we beat the air

And as we plummet we pretend that we don't care

With broken wings we walk the earth

And wonder, how much is all of our recklessness worth

From glassy towers with glassy eyes

We indulge in the view while the scum of the city walk by

We soothe our sorrows we drown our guilt

With the icons and idols that hang on the walls we have built

And so we breathe until we die

The acropolis crumbles

While humbleness threatens to die

The culture fiddles while it cries

The accompaniment to such a sad, self-inflicted demise

With broken wings we beat the air

And as we plummet we pretend that we don't care

With broken wings we walk the earth

And wonder, how much is all of our recklessness worth

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From the song: With Broken Wings

By: Mark Heard

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Flickr Explore #270

Shadows from three light sources, red, green, and blue

Aga Khan Museum. Toronto / Light: Visionary Perspectives

Hanlan’s Point Beach, September 2018

Ti sei mai chiesto perché

il filo del destino debba essere rosso?

Per me è viola

Di viola è stato il mio desiderio fin da piccina

Scarpe viola

Maglie viola

Peluche viola

Bambole...dai capelli viola

Cavallini viola popolavano la mia fantasia

Primo atto di ribellione da ragazza…

farsi i capelli viola!

Adoro il lilla del glicine

il viola delle viole

il viola screziato di verde del mio cavolo ornamentale

che doveva vivere solo un paio di anni

invece ne ha ormai cinque

Che si è trasformato da tondo

ad alto e svettante

poi ha perso tutte le foglie

e ha fatto nascere mille rami

e su ogni ramo un fiore…viola

Assolutamente viola

come il settimo chakra

che spalanca la mia mente a nuove strade

Nuovi rami svettano

su orizzonti viola

che sono alba e tramonto insieme

Quindi…fanculo il rosso!

Io voglio il mio filo del destino viola

Ensign Epsilon+Konica Super XG100 scaduto nel 1997+Doppia esposizione+ShadowSelfie

Visiting the neighbour and his cows and calfs in the golden evening light ...

me, my wife, my youngest daughter and my dog(le chien noir)

Hanlan’s Point Beach, September 2018

Selfie Sunday

Original Painting Acrylic on canvas. 20"x16" 2019 Lightfast acrylic on gessoed canvas Learn more at www.CrowRising.com/gallery.

ÔBRETON, 1201A avenue Mont-Royal est, Montréal

Texture courtesy Skeletal Mess

"And as he is who dreams of his own harm,

Who dreaming wishes it may be a dream,

So that he craves what is, as if it were not;

Such I became" ~ Dante Alighieri

View it Large on Black

www.jskinnerphoto.com

With wings

Hanlan’s Point Beach, September 2018