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Cowboys are fast fading in the west. This is a photo captured of my father with his horses.
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With 60 degree temps and no sign of snow, a few of us met at the Arb to take a few photos. Explored an area I seldom go to for photography. There some beautiful pine trees with these lovely pine cones.
We spent 10 days on Dominica in 1996. We dove and hiked. The island was known as the Nature Island with beautiful forests and mountains as well as spectacular SCUBA diving. The people were warm and friendly and it was one of our favorites among the islands of the Caribbean. When we were there, they had barely recovered from Hurricane David in 1979. That also was a category 5 storm. I can only imagine how horrific this is for the people there.
One of the orangutan's climbed up one the transport towers (cables link up the different areas the orangutans are allowed to explore) and just stayed there. Thinking... of something, I guess?
Tech stuff: used Topaz Adjust (drama) filter at 100% for a different look to the picture. Comments?
I wrote this in my blog a little while ago and I haven't read over it but I liked ti while I was writing it so ignore grammer errors if you can. Any who. My brain sorta works like this.
My hair seems to be unbearably greasy, not to mention seeing the movie, with the buttery popcorn, then smoothing my fingers through my unwashed hair. I feel gross. I need a shower, which I shall do soon. I don’t usually not wash my hair for more than a day, but I didn’t have time this morning, and I took a quick shower yesterday, not getting that wonderful true feeling I usually get while taking my hour long showers.
Am I crazy enough? Why do I like it when you tell me how useless and washed up and uncreative I am? I suppose it helps me realize how not special I am, because I’m not. You might be, but I’m not, though I tend to think I am when I’m looking across the sidewalk, or across the class room watching your eyes as you look off thinking of something else, something that doesn’t really matter, like how long until it’s lunch, or how cute that boy from that library was, when he walked by you barely touching your arm because there wasn’t enough room between the two shelves to pass comfortably, or even the book as your following the words, memorizing the story, waiting to see how the silly assigned reading is going to go. Now I can’t seem to pay attention, it’s just not interesting me unless I’m the one reading it, your voice is annoying me, and you trip over easy words and you read too slow. This will take forever with you reading. And my eyes drop off your not unusual face, it being too much like the others around you, you don’t seem to look special to me. Not like those people from the Internet and the TV who have a different elegance and style to their face, one not seen in this simple town I’ve been in for 16 years. My eyes rather, move down to this sudoku, and I count quietly out loud trying to distract myself, so that there aren’t too many thought going at once, so I’m not tiring myself out. But I am, my minds stressing, it’s getting exhausted and it’s not even noon yet. When I go home, and I’m reaching for the sheets, like how one opens a simple letter from a friend, one that will never and has never really meant anything to them as they write it, because all your trying to express things through words is just not realized to others. I push my fingers under the soft, and still yet cool pillows and reach for the top of the comforter, around the blankets and pull, as if opening this useless none meaningful letter, carefully pulling it open to keep it’s shape in tact as to not rip it. And I climb up on my bed over the sheets, and then in between them under them. But the sheets were made too tight, and it’s too uncomfortable and strained, and so I pull on the sheets more, I pull them out, you, me, tearing open the envelope because the letter does not want to show itself yet, and I make myself comfortable, all the hard work of assembling the bed put to waste, I toss the extra pillows on the floor. I only need this one, it’s satiny cool touches my face, once like your hand might’ve as you were falling asleep, and I was watching you, waiting as you fell, because no, no I couldn’t fall asleep. But when I’m alone in my bed and my mind is too tired to race I’m easily falling asleep. But these dreams. God damn them, making my brain never stop turning. Perhaps that’s why I’m always so tired when I get up. I’m a silly dreamer. My brain won’ stop, and I can’t get this sleep that I’ve been longing for, ever since I remembered my first dream, or was it that nightmare? The one with the blue background and the cartoon yellow/brown ship, and the cartoon skeletons chasing after me with their pirate knives, how many times have I had this dream? Maybe it was even the one where the sun is chasing me around my own house and I’m hiding under the windows, and I can feel the heat of this star pouring over the edges, and I can feel his eyes looking for me, and he makes a corner to look in another room, and I get up and run, and I see dinosaurs having a tea party in my backyard, and I wake up in my parents bed, and I had a dream within a dream. This dream I had once before, twice in all maybe even more, but the unrelenting sun, what was I supposed to make of such an ominous thing?
i am simply..thinking of U ...
^i^
* Thinking Of You * ~ song lyrics by Kate Perry
www.youtube.com/watch?v=laiROGvrWMM
Comparisons are easily done
Once you've had a taste of perfection
Like an apple hanging from a tree
I picked the ripest one
I still got the seed
You said move on
Where do I go
I guess second best
Is all I will know
Cause when I'm with him
I am thinking of you
Thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one
Who was spending the night
Oh I wish that I
Was looking into your eyes
You're like an Indian summer
In the middle of winter
Like a hard candy
With a surprise center
How do I get better
Once I've had the best
You said there's
Tons of fish in the water
So the waters I will test
He kissed my lips
I taste your mouth
He pulled me in
I was disgusted with myself
Cause when I'm with him
I am thinking of you
Thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one
Who was spending the night
Oh I wish that I
Was looking into...
You're the best
And yes I do regret
How I could let myself
Let you go
Now the lesson's learned
I touched it I was burned
Oh I think you should know
Cause when I'm with him
I am thinking of you
Thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one
Who was spending the night
Oh I wish that I
Was looking into your eyes
Looking into your eyes
Looking into your eyes
Oh won't you walk through
And bust in the door
And take me away
Oh no more mistakes
Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay...
Another resist-card.
Stamped with Versamark on glossy paper, covered with two different colors of Hero Hues chalk ink. I tried to make them blend, like I do with Distress Inks, but no such luck! Had to cover up with the ribbon, so it came out all right.
TFL!
Went for a walk in the preserve by my house today. Found some pretty wild flowers & a nice thinking spot.
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