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Worry dolls are very popular in Guatemala. Tell them your worries, put them somewhere safe and they will take care of the rest.
Modeling for Nature, Chalares canyon, Ikaria September 2003.
This is the 2nd of the seven photos in my blog entry:
≅ river 2003 ≅ featuring there under the title "worry".
Location: Chalares canyon, Ikaria island.
September 2003.
"Yeah ... I saw the sign. Do I look worried?"
Dug this one out of the archives. Wow, it was almost seven years ago. I was making quite an effort then to expand the "Felines of Five Points" photographic survey. This one struck me as sort of a "Heathcliff" cat.
In 7 days my world will be changing the for the better. Any change comes with a cost - at comfort, expectation, systems, rules, environment. The normal gets broken. To say that I'm unexcited isn't true, I'm very excited to welcome Luke Edward into the world, but I'm also scared. It's been nearly 8 years since we've had a child. I've never been in a family of more than 4 (I just had an older sister). The unknown is around the corner, and for a father and husband, that's never comfortable.
A day of worry is more exhausting than a week of work....... sits down and drinks tea and then i forgets to worry for a while :)
"mumble mumble ... that sign does not bode well..."
"mumble mumble... quel cartello non promette niente di buono..."
My wife will go a business trip (to US) in the beginning of April. This is the first time she goes outside by herself and she feels nervous about it so much. I understand her mind and also talk to her about my experiences...
I wish she will not like the lady in the picture and don't feel helpless in the street of US :)
Camera for the photo : Olympus OM-D E-M5
Lens for the photo : Pentax SMC Takumar 50mm f/1.4
Worry is like a rocking chair--it gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere
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Of course, we were in Southampton to work.
Well, not in Southampton, but on Fawley on Wednesday and on the Isle of Wight on Thursday. In order to have a full day's auditing, we had to catch the 06:00 ferry, which would mean being up at five and in the car by half past.
The alarm went off, and it was still dark. At least with the dreadful weather, there were no late night revellers outside, so no noise, and apart from being hot, I slept better. I tried to get up, got halfway upright and my feet slipped on the carpet and I fell back onto the bed, laughing.
I made it second time. Went for a shower, Terry called on the phone and by the time I reached it it had gone to answerphone. I called him back, it went straight to voicemail. I left him a message saying I was up.
He knocked at my door.
I called out I was in the shower, so up and no worries.
At twenty five past we met in the lobby, went out to his Audi A5, three litre thing, low slung and has lots of horses.
We drove down the couple of hundred yards to the quay, pulled in the waiting area, check in, and then we wait, just for ten minutes as the incoming sailing unloaded. THere was only about a dozen cars waiting, so, once on board, there was plenty of room.
Up to the cabin decks, where there was a lot of empty space. We all had to wear masks, so I go up to the sun deck, ill-named as the sun was not yet up, but it was getting light.
The engine note rises, and the ferry slips out.
I know the views on both sides, but there is always something to see and photograph. We go past a large cruise ship, one of the Norwegian "jewel" ships. Tied up and no passengers. Next to it, another care transporter bringing in hundreds of new cars for those few aho are not furloughed or in fear of losing their jobs. Its cargo will join the tens of thousands of others already parked on the quayside.
It must make sense to someone.
The sun rose, and soon it lit up the scene, mainly of the oil refinery at Fawley on the starboard side.
I go down to find Terry and we try to get something to eat. Nothing cooked, and what you do buy must be eaten and drunk outside. So I buy a "breakfast" hot dog and a coffee, we go back outside and side on the aft deck in the lea of the ship to eat. Also on the right side, we could see the blade park where we had been the day before, the power station behind is still being demolished, much of the cladding has now gone, and will soon be gone.
The ferry crosses the Solent, and soon we are arriving into the mouth of the River Medina, with Cowes on both sides. We would dock on the east, the factory is on the west side. The floating bridge is broken. Again. So we will have to deal with the traffic in Newport.
West Cowes was lit by the light of the rising sun, and looked quite beautiful.
Do not worry...tell me your secret
....لا تقلق ... أخبرني سرك
many of people try to keep there secret in the other hand lots of them cant be trusted with our own secrets...
....الكثير من الناس يحاولون كتم أسرارهم ويخافون افشاءه
...في المقابل..الكثير أيضاً لا يمكننا أن نأتمنهم أسرارنا
Someone will say: “You worry about birds. Why not worry about people?” I worry about both birds and people. We are in the world and part of it, and we are destroying everything because we are destroying ourselves spiritually, morally, and in every way. It is all part of the same sickness, it all hangs together.
—Turning Toward the World, The Journals of Thomas Merton, Volume 4 (1960–1963). edited by Victor Kramer (Harper SanFrancisco, 1997, p. 274f)