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The "What, Me worry?" kid, AKA Alfred E. Neuman, donning a classic Willy Wonka ensemble.
This is an acrylic painting I did measuring 18" x 24"
I was inspired by reading the back history of the character used as the mascot for Mad Magazine.
Willy Wonka doesn't seem to worry much when bad things happen, so I felt it fitting to bring the two characters together
Worry dolls.
It's been spring break this week, but I've just been working and I'm already getting stressed about everything I have due in the upcoming weeks.
Don't worry, he isn't dead. This young Cliff Swallow (Petrochelidon pyrrhonota) is learning that there is an art to perching on a fence, especially if there is a breeze. I noticed him as he was slipping under the wire, he flapped a little trying to right himself, then finally just hung there for a few seconds. Notice his young friends are checking out this new style.
I took a detour today and came across a large field with a fence row very close to the home of a very large colony of Cliff Swallows. I was able to observe this large nursery of very young swallows and discovered that not only is it a challenge for them to learn to fly and catch insects, but it is a challenge in itself just to learn how to land on a fence ~ and then stay on it.
Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes?
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?
Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?
Matthew 6:25-27
Can uguys just please, stop stressing me out. I'm tired. I'm only human, not a machine. I can't be perfect. Perfection is can't be reach. School, family, boyfriend... I've never been like this before. Always worry about every fucking thing. Sometimes, before go to sleep, i just want to close my eyes and never have to open them eyes anymore. Get a sweet dream and die in it forever. Die in happiness. Die without stuffs to worry. And, sometimes, oh, not sometimes, its always. I always cry because I feel like I'm not being good enough for you people.
Can uguys check out that I have feelings before saying? Sometimes that will hurt me so much. I wish I could staff people I see, people who's making me feel this way. The way that drags me down so deeply. I can't find another way out. I feel lost. I don't know what to do. How to be good? How to make everybody happy? How to make myself happy? How to let everything go naturally without put my hands in?
Complaining so much. Its time to stop.
Goodnite, people.
Don't worry - this seems to be the regular facial expression of the Mantled Guerezas.
Have a happy day!
This guy kept checking to make sure his lunch was still there :-)
It was another beautiful day on the Susquehanna river in Maryland.
Don't worry Linda, this has been cleaned up! Photo is actually from last month when my new A/C was being installed. The A/C work in the attic was almost done till this happened! Attic vent came tumbling down--insulation and all when someone missed the beam and a foot stepped on the vent frame. Thankfuly no one was hurt but what a mess to clean up!!! Same kind of mess just happened last week in my garage when the sheet rock gave way thanks to an old wooden box full of magazines--that should've been taken down when the insulation was being blown. Note to self--if I ever buy another house that needs insulation---don't take the cheap route and buy blown in insulation! Needless to say, I was still heart-broken when I saw this first mess and the second mess but all has been fixed and CLEANED!
I'm going to be a bit controversial in my description this week, so if you're a teenager you might want to vacate the area. As you may or may not know, I'm nineteen. That means, like a lot of people on Flickr, I'm a teenager too. I only have a few weeks until I turn 20 and I joked a few weeks ago via Twitter that I took my teenage years with a pinch of salt and apparently way too much humour. There is so much angst and worry from people in the age bracket 13-19 on here, and I have to say it bugs me. Don't say I don't understand the dynamics of the teenage years, because I got my fair share of shit at school; I was really different to 99.99% of the other girls, people thought I was weird, I had short hair and played football every weekend. Boys bullied me for that exact reason. Eventually people came round to wanting to be my friend, I was the same person, I just wasn't an outcast and I actually liked going to school. I had exactly the same problems at college, I used to play football, I waltzed into College not really giving a crap about what I was wearing (I wasn't aware it was a fashion parade), or what I did, talked about, etc. and then people spread rumours about the fact I might be gay (I also wasn't aware that future healthcare professionals were homophobic?). When I graduated college, I gained a "Peer Award", as voted for by my fellow students. Yes, the same ones who'd talked shit about me only a few months earlier.
When we were at school, people used to say to us all the time, "You better enjoy school because it's the best time of your life" and we were always like, "It better not be cos it's a bag of shit !" and then we left. And we all wanted to go back. Because it was, for me (and for a lot of my school friends who have said exactly the same thing), one of the best experiences we've ever had. Just enjoy having nothing to worry about, take too many pictures, laugh too much and love like you've never been hurt. Because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back. Anon
A moment, a love. A dream, aloud. A kiss, a cry. Our rights, our wrongs. So stay there, cos I'll be comin' over. And while our blood's still young; it's so young, it runs. Won't stop til it's over. Won't stop to surrender.
This is week nineteen in a year of self portraits.
Overcome with worry, Gabby reached out to Clarabelle making sure that Taz's harsh words, accusing Clarabelle of having stolen his noms, didn't hurt her too much.
Gabby felt guilty....it was she who took Taz's noms......
Taz swears he'll take revenge. When least expected.
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Photo by David Rogers to illustrate "but do not distress yourself with dark imaginings" part of Desiderata - see "http://everyeveryminute.wordpress.com/"
Copyright David Rogers (confident1.com)
Banner with Severed Head.
Seen in the queue to get into Games Workshop Warhammer Gamesday 2009 at Birmingham NEC.
I'm not sure which Warhammer army and/or town club this represents.
(don't worry its not a real head, its just made of painted latex!)... I hope...
Camera: Nikon D300
Lens: Nikon 18-200MM F3.5-5.6G IF-ED AF-S VR DX
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Awww Donkey..
He he.. the only thing that ever worries Donk is if he thinks Teyah is getting more cuddles than him!
Yay Donkey made it to Explore.. #82 thank you!!