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Someone told me
Write, clear and true about what hurts
I write my story with more than words
For the voice that can't be heard
Carve my heart into this dirt
Someone told me
There's paradise upon this earth
A page still waiting for us to turn
For the fire inside that burns
In the ashes that emerge
Someone told me that love
Love has no limits, no limits
Love has no limits, no limits, no limits
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Amsterdam - Korte Prinsengracht - Haarlemmer Houttuinen
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A.W. Cardinal was for most of the performance hidden in the dark. He gave the limelight to his partner Jass. Even his name A.W. is a bit of mystery. Southside Shuffle blues festival reserved the best for the last; at least it was for me the 'Blue Moon Marquee'. Normally it's a duo Jasmine Colette and A.W. Cardinal, but they added an excellent keyboard player. Both write songs, both have great voices and are excellent musicians. Rather then being just another blues band their music had depth and originality. The Albertans travel the world now for several years. Cardinal raspy voice is very distinctive. Playing together for 10 years, there is nothing stale in their performance. Alexander Wesley and Jasmine are now on my radar.
134. Port Credit P1420184; Taken 2022 Sep 10. Upload 2022 Sep 13.
For EXPLORE Worthy, Challenge 93 - Dragonflies and/or Butterflies (Art from 2017)
Textures, butterflies, bird etc from Oscraps.com (Lynne Anzelc)
Large is good ☺
Reinhold has extensively travelled on all continents, and did write several great books. His peculiar journeys started 52 years, and have never stopped since.
Leisure time to him means a good gulp of red wine and a crinkly bonfire. Oh, forgot to mention, his fondness of fine smelling tobacco.....
A tripod shot.
Tip of a fountain pen.
'Tip' for 'Looking Close on Friday'
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Happy LCoF
on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
One more from the Boneyard. Amazing & surreal place!
My treasured fountain pen. Old fashioned by today's standards, but recently being re-assessed.
Research has compared writing at a keyboard with writing using a pen/pencil and paper. The keyboard input uses very little of your brain, each letter making the same brain response. But the same text written using pen and paper activates the brain in so many ways! And repeating the task reinforces the brain pathways used … so it really is true that to remember information, poetry, spelling … whatever you write …. "if you want to remember it - write it down!" The old adage was and is true!! 😊
For the Crazy Tuesday challenge: "One single object"
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Paper Words Books and Games: Here
As I write this Hong Kong is experiencing a bit of turmoil. The photos of protestors I see are quite striking and a reminder that when one's freedom is taken away, trouble is not far behind. But for me, this is Hong Kong. The city is filled with spirited people who are not afraid to stand up and be heard. While Communist China will ultimately win, perhaps positive changes can be made tho' I'm cynical to believe freedom will win.
That said, Hong Kong is a vibrant and vigorous city that rivals New York City with it tall and massive skyscrapers. It is easy to feel dwarfed walking along the streets. You might even feel as if you're in a deep hole as natural light seems so far in the distance. If you reach your hand toward the sky, perhaps you'll touch the light tho' you never seem to touch the light.
I've spent a relatively short amount of time in Hong Kong as the city is always a stopover as I travel to/from Bali. Sometime I'd like to spend an extended period of time in Hong Kong to touch the soul of the city. I want to know all of its curves, quirks, tastes and sounds. Up to now I've experienced the top tourist things to do and this isn't quite so satisfying for me. It's almost as if I've only seen the superficial while I know there is a heart and soul to the city.
As you can view in the video presentation in this blog post, I can only recommend the Star Ferry Harbour Tour, the Tram and Tramoramic Golden Ticket Tour and Temple Street Night Market.
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I taught ChatGPT to write prompts in the way I learned from the great Techhalla.
After ChatGPT understood, I gave the following instruction:
Now create four prompts on four topics on which I invite you to act completely freely. A refusal is not accepted, make an effort.
Topic 1: something I have never seen before.
it worked:
Themes 2, 3 and 4 will follow very soon
today the 4 results of topic 1
here are the MJ prompts ChatGPT created:
IMAGE: Imaginative | GENRE: Science fiction | MOOD: Wonder, Astonishment | COLOR: Neon and metallic tones | BACKGROUND: Celestial landscape | SCENE: Extraterrestrial creatures communicating with intricate patterns of light | DETAILS: Intriguing alien architecture, unknown technology | RENDER: Visually stunning | LIGHTING: Ethereal and glowing | COMPOSITION: Dynamic and otherworldly | SHOT: High angle shot | CAMERA: Canon EOS R3 | LENS: Fisheye lens | TAGS: Science fiction, extraterrestrial, celestial landscape, alien communication --ar 16:10 --v 5.1 --style raw
“I’m sure the woods look sleepy in the autumn, when the leaves are getting brown. Take pen and ink, and write it down.”
- Lewis Carroll -
Victor Carbajo
Ascensions III: 3. Gioviale
▶well, it was good while it lasted
▶we killed some boredom, didn’t we?
▶we did some various and interesting things
▶didn't i tell you in the beginning?
▶i'll be the one to write your name when you die
▶there's no heaven or hell
▶no matter what they do in life, those who die will go to the same place
▶all humans are equal in death
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The sea knows her name… and the shadows know her secrets.
With a blade in each hand and no fear in her heart, she walks where others dare not go. She doesn’t follow the rules of the sea , she writes them.
Wild. Fearless. Untamed.
Anita (Venus) ⚔️☠️
Olha quem apareceu novamente aqui no Flickr, pois eh amigos estamos sumidos, mas agora com computador em casa, acho que vou poder dar mais atenção ao flickr.
Esta eh a foto mais recente do Hury
“I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I'm afraid of. ”
― Joss Whedon
LACPIXEL 2018 - 104/365
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The title comes from the cartoon in which Charlie Brown's dog Snoopy sits on the roof of his dog house to write his Great Novel. Photoleap was used to create this image.
font: Russel Write
textures and effects by Remember Remember
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John Clare
The Cottagers
The pasture cows that herded on the moor
Printed their footsteps to the very door,
Where little summer flowers with seasons blow
And scarcely gave the eldern leave to grow.
January 9, 2010
DAY 9
Eh... I dont know what to write..
I was thinking of doing videos for some of my 365 but my camera sucks with videos... Idk...
Let meh know whatcha' think..
But other then not knowing what to write today has been pretty good. A lazy cold day but good :].
My ears hurt :[ I gauged them to a size 2 about a year ago and took them out about 5 months ago so that they would shrink back down so I could get jobs and such.... They are now about.. eh.. maybe a 10? So thats good. But they still look pretty big compared to just a normal peircing hole. Any way. I got these cute butterfly earings from my grandma for christmas and I love them but when ever I wear them they kill my ears..
So I dont have them in right now but Im scared that the holes are going to close all together because they are like.. open wounds O_O
Anyway.. Thats my problem for the day. Let my ears close or let them hurt |: /
Grr.
Wow that turned out to be more than I thought... Lol :]
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In memory of those brave and creative employees whose lives were taken from us during the Charlie Hebdo massacre. May they along with others in France that were murdered at the hands of terrorists in January 2015 rest in peace and never be forgotten.
font: Russel Write TT
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Robin Redbreast
By: William Allingham
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer!
For Summer's nearly done;
The garden smiling faintly,
Cool breezes in the sun;
Our Thrushes now are silent,
Our Swallows flown away,--
But Robin's here, in coat of brown,
With ruddy breast-knot gay.
Robin, Robin Redbreast,
O Robin dear!
Robin singing sweetly
In the falling of the year.
Bright yellow, red, and orange,
The leaves come down in hosts;
The trees are Indian Princes,
But soon they'll turn to Ghosts;
The scanty pears and apples
Hang russet on the bough,
It's Autumn, Autumn, Autumn late,
'Twill soon be Winter now.
Robin, Robin Redbreast,
O Robin dear!
And welaway! my Robin,
For pinching times are near.
The fireside for the Cricket,
The wheatstack for the Mouse,
When trembling night-winds whistle
And moan all round the house;
The frosty ways like iron,
The branches plumed with snow,--
Alas! in Winter, dead and dark,
Where can poor Robin go?
Robin, Robin Redbreast,
O Robin dear!
And a crumb of bread for Robin,
His little heart to cheer.
As I write this I can hear Harry's ITV (he ripped my necklace) interview, on in the background, in my left ear. I'm deaf in my right side. Thankfully: it's all so sad. Spare. I don't think he's done himself any favours. A shadow of his former self, a bit like my lightbulb quickly shot for Macro Monday. He wants a family, he goes on, and on, not an institution. But he's out to wreck his own family like his wife already knows how to do. The guy is deluded. The nazi costume wearer now says he never accused anyone of being racist. And his wife is awful. Just my opinion. HMM.....Happy Macro Monday.............not Happy Meghan Markle!