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Why worry
baby, I see this world has made you sad
Some people can be bad
The things they do the things they say
But baby, I'll wipe away those bitter tears
I'll chase away those restless fears
And turn your blue skies into gray
Why worry
There should be laughter after pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now
Why worry now
Baby, when I get down I turn to you
And you make sense of what I do
And all the isn't hard is the same
But baby, just when this world seems mean and cold
Our love comes shinning red and gold
And all the rest is by the way
Why worry
There should be laughter after pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now
Why worry now
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Camera: Nikon D300
Lens: Nikor 200mm VR
Aperture: F16, Shutter Speed: 1/50
I used one 600w strobe light in a 60x90 softbox from top
Processed with Adobe Lightroom and Adobe Photoshop
Used as the illustration to the poem, "Lovelorn Poet in Boston: No Worries" at www.lovelornpoets.com/2011/01/21/lovelorn-poet-in-boston-....
"Isn't Brainiac that guy who destroyed Krypton?" Green Lantern asks. "...I like to think Krypton still exists, but, technically, yes." Superman answers. "I want to kill that son of a b#%ch." Hawkman states. "Does he feel fear?" Scarecrow asks. "That is unknown." Superman replies. "I'm out of ideas then." Scarecrow states. "So, do we have a plan?" Aquaman asks. "We just need to tell civilians to get into hiding before he comes to earth, or contacts more criminals." Superman explains. A door opens. "Unless he hasn't sent anyone already...!"
~Scarecrow
I'm worried.
I'm stressed.
I feel like i'm too big for my skin.
like I'm burning, ripping apart.
I'm worried about the fall semester.
worried about money.
worried about cars.
worried about losing people.
worried about losing myself.
worried about falling.....
disappearing.
worried about being transparent.
worried about being forgotten.
worried and angry and scared and disgusted and fed up and a mess of things that I can't even describe.
people will say that things will work out, that everything will be alright.
people will say not to worry but you know what: I just worry more.
what if things aren't alright?
what if they're never going to be alright?
what if life is just a mess of nothings and everything's?
everything scares me.
being alive scares me.
Jack took a long look at his speedometer while he was driving, before slowing down, from 73 MPH to 55 MPH the zone limit. It’s the fourth time in as many months that he got caught speeding. You wonder how a guy could get caught so many times.
When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only
partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror. The cop was stepping out of his car, with the big pad in his hand.
It’s Bob from Church? Jack sunk farther into his trench coat. This was worse than the coming ticket, a cop catching a guy from his own church, a guy who happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at the office. A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.
Jack Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man he'd never seen in uniform.
"Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you likes this."
"Hello, Jack." No smile.
"Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids."
"Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good Jack replied,”I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent the rules a bit just this once."
Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?" "I know what you mean. I
also know that you have a reputation in our precinct." Ouch. This was not going in the right direction, its Time to change tactics, jack thinking.
"What'd you clock me at?"
"Seventy, said Bob. Could you go back in your car please?"
"Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as saw you. I was barely
nudging 65." The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.
"Please, Jack, go and wait in the car"
Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming it
shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window.
The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad.
Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?
Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat
near this cop again. A tap on the door jerked his head to the left. There was Bob, a folded paper in hand, Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.
"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice. Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack watched his retreat in the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was this one going to cost?
Wait a minute. What was this, some kind of joke?
Certainly it’s not a ticket. Jack began to read:
"Dear Jack, once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed
by a car. You guessed it, a speeding driver. A fine and three months in
jail, and the man was free, to hug his daughters, all three of them. I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven before I can ever hug her again. A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again, even now. Pray for me, and be careful, Jack, my son is all I have left." "Bob"
Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car pull away and head down the
road. Jack watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.
Life is precious. Handle it with care. This is an important message; please
pass it along to your friends. Drive safely and carefully. Remember, cars are not the only things recalled by their maker.
* Picture was taken by Charles Bray during a race at Cayuga in Ontario.
So don’t you worry, baby you got me
I got a bad boy, I must admit it
You got my heart, don’t know how you did it
And I don’t care who sees it babe
I don’t wanna hide the way I feel when you're next to me
I love the way you make me feel
I love the way (I love it, I love it)
Baby I love the way you make me feel
Oh, I love the way, the way I love you
Oh, so crazy you get my heart jumping
When you put your lips on mine
And honey, it ain’t a question (quick question)
Cause boy I know just what you like
So if you need it, I got it, I got it everyday
Be your lover, and friend, you’ll find it all in me
Stay by your side, I’ll never leave you
And I ain’t going nowhere cause you’re a keeper
"You reached your goal so fast that I was getting a bit worried about your health.", Wii Balance Board.
I chose my goal to lose 1.5 pounds in 3 months, and i reached my goal
Don't worry, this is a fake contraction! A lot of people thought it was real. Dennis probably wouldn't take pictures if I was in this much pain. We were just joking around.
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? "And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
-Matthew 6:25-34
This worried little chap was discovered behind my toilet roll holder when we moved. I think he was sad to see us go.
الهموم و الأحزان
Grief and worries do not evaporate into thin air. You have got to defy and conquer them. Do not give up. Ever. Seek the help of Allah.
الهموم و الأحزان لا تتبخر في الهواء .. يجب أن تتحداها و تهزمها .. لا تستسلم .. أبدا
استعن بالله أولا
Poetography... a weekly inspiration. This week's theme is Worry...
This Rhodie is in my back yard and has now finished blooming for the year...
They'll listen to all of your worries and happy thoughts.
Stuffed with sheeps wool and weighted with rice.
5 x 7 needlefelt wool on felt with art yarn and embroidery.
Art yarn 'Blossom' from Jacey at
Insubordiknit.com with worry doll :)
i worry when i see this face. you've been out of work for almost three weeks, and it's beginning to show.
I hate thinking/worrying about finances but I find myself thinking of it solely in one form or another most of the time. It hurts my head and makes me want to sleep.
On a more different annoying note. I had to upload this like 10 times because Flickr seems to alter my colors horribly on something that is not a photo first. I still am not wild about the bright yellow center.... oh well.