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Many is a word that only leaves you guessing
Guessing 'bout a thing you really ought to know, ooh!
You really ought to know...
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Poor sad, forgotten, lonely little flower from Los Angelenos. Left on the laptop, forgotten. Did I mention I forgotted it? Cropped - heavily. Processed with the "They mostly come out at night.. Mostly" preset, graciously created and donated by Mr. Lloyd and available for download off the blog - via the group. For free!
Sad little flower needs your love. Also? Your b12 shots. Which I am about to go have. Yay.
YES
you can!
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2017.04.22 Taipei City, Taiwan, Rep of China © copyright by May Lee 廖藹淳
This week street photography advice is from Jens Olof Lasthein, and it's a quote from (my beloved) Sergio Leone's movie The Good, The Bad and the Ugly: "When you have to shoot: shoot! Don't talk!" So I went out and shot the sherriff (but we both survived).
P.S. Yes, I was "caught" after this, and I had the following conversation with one of them:
Him: "Did you just take a photograph of us?"
Me: "Yes, I did."
Him (talking tough): "Do you think you can do that?"
Me (smiling): "I know I can"
Him: "Is it going to be public?"
Me: "Maybe. I might post it on the internet if it's good."
Him (smiling): "Uhm... I should tell my mom I'll be famous"
I love the Brits :-) (after section 44 was repealed, we are back to sanity it seems)
I was always optimistic and hopeful that Obama would win the United States presidency. I was at a company celebration on the evening of the 4th and all I could think about was the election results.
I was celebrating this historic moment as it was happening. I was truly, profoundly moved when I learned that Obama had officially won (when I got home). I'm still riding on that feeling since last week, watching the Obama victory speech, Obama fan videos. It really has made me renew hope in humanity and even if I'm not American, I believe Obama can unite more than a nation.
To people expressing cynicism, saying that Obama can't change anything and that hope will only be crushed, I say that hope drives us forward and drives us to do unimaginable things. At the very least, hope is making me and a lot of people a bit happier for the time being.
Watch It's a New Day from will.i.am on youtube for some Obama-inspired music.
Believe you can and you’re halfway there. – Theodore Roosevelt
www.millionairemindset.net/believe-you-can-and-youre-half...
It is good my camera is always with me. It was a warm afternoo in London. And here is what I discovered on my way.
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Reeds driftin on by you know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good
Fish in the sea you know how I feel
River running free you know how I feel
Blossom in the tree you know how I feel
Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don't you know
Butterflies all havin fun you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when day is done
That's what I mean
And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me
Stars when you shine you know how I feel
Scent of the pine you know how I feel
Oh freedom is mine
And I know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good
Obama WINS!
I headed to Grant Park direct from work, some time around 8:45pm. It seemed like none of the newspaper or TV websites could agree - the more cautious ones like the New York Times were updating as votes trickled in; other sites like Yahoo and CNN were projecting winners ahead of the final winners. Lest you think your vote doesn't count, just look at the state-by-state tallies - some of the states were won by a fraction of a percentage - fifteen or twenty thousand votes. That's the size of a small town.
The Loop was nearly empty, the few pedestrians there were all hurrying towards the lakefront. Police officers and CTA workers stood in clusters; buses lined up to be ready for the post-rally surge of people. As I waited at one corner, the three Streets and Sanitation men clustered there told me they heard it was "over 200" for Obama so far.
Here were all the people: a steady stream down both sides of Michigan Avenue, all heading for the few access points for the park. Hucksters hawked along the sidewalks, bikes were jammed along any surface where they could be locked, and everyone, it seemed, wore something showing their support for Obama.
I turned into Grant Park at the access point at Jackson, and joined the thick crowds aiming for the various large projection screens that had been scattered throughout the park. Forget the idea that the "smaller" event was going on at the Petrillo Bandshell; these crowds were like you see for the Taste. The ticketed event on the south side of the park was jam-packed and well-lit. People wandered around, talking and eating pizzas and checking their cell phones for updates. I was alternatively checking my own phone for election results and texts from my friend Vinnie, who I was trying to find amidst all these other supporters.
Every time a state win was announced, cheers would erupt from the crowds. People who had started the evening total strangers stood together, hands clutched or arms linked as they anxiously watched the screens, side by side - all colors, all religions, all ages, all united in one view, in a momentous moment in our country's history.
Then came the announcement - Virginia, I think it was, had gone to Barack Obama, and it was enough to give him the victory. Everybody was yelling, crying, hugging, waving flags; the park erupted in sound and flashbulbs and cheers.
I turned around and found myself facing a short, wiry old black man who was not even as tall as I am. His face was screwed up in emotion, tears spilling down his cheeks. The raw and naked emotion on his face said it all: this was a man who had seen much in his life, and now in the twilight of his years, we had finally elected a black President. He looked at once dazed and hopeful, standing there in his Bulls jacket and Sox cap and Obama shirt, hands moving unconsciously at his sides, his eyes continuing to water.
"A black man... our President. A black man... I never thought I would live to see this day." You could hear both the disbelief and the wonderment in his voice. His gaze fixed on mine, his dark eyes looking into my blue ones, and he held his arms open. "Would you please give me a hug?" he asked.
"Of course," I replied, smiling, and gave him a hug.
He hugged me fiercely, not letting go, and I could feel his body shaking as he sobbed against my shoulder. When he finally stepped back, he looked intently at me, tears still running from his eyes. "You know what this means, don't you? Anything is possible. Anything. Anybody can be anything they want."
"Yes, they can. This is a great day for our country."
"A great day." He looked away from me for a moment, towards the nearest projection screens and the jubilant crowds. "A great day. Yes, they can."
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My picture has been featured here:
ballotvox.prx.org/archives/854/they-took-to-the-streets
And my story has been copied here:
ballotvox.prx.org/archives/852/a-black-man-will-be-president
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"I am here, and you will know that I am the best and will hear me. The color of my skin or the kink of my hair or the spread of my mouth has nothing to do with what you are listening to."
Leontyne Price
Well, it’s time to leave Australia – and as I head to the airport, I ponder a final image. A sunset, perhaps? An icon, maybe – the Sydney Harbour Bridge, the Opera House? Or how about a kangaroo, a barbie, a surfing beach?
All would be appropriate, but I’ve opted for this: the sign that greets visitors to the Royal Botanic Gardens in Sydney. Yes, walk on the grass; yes, hug the trees; yes, smell the roses; yes, talk to the birds! Yes, yes, yes! For me, this single image sums up the "yes you can" mentality of Australia; elsewhere, we’re all too often (though not always) told don’t walk on the grass, don’t feed the birds, don’t touch the plants… don’t, don’t, don’t! But here, the attitude is positive – and that's what I like about the place.
So… g’day, Australia, it’s been good. Not without its faults and drawbacks, of course, but it's been good! And now, the homeward journey begins – next stop, Kuala Lumpur.