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Apple Of My i "Revisited"

I was having a look through my first 365 (The one I actually finished!!!!) and was thinking about how some of my early stuff would come out if I was to do it now that I know a bit more of my way around photoshop.

So I had been toying with the idea of having like a kind of "REVISITED" session, where I tried to recreate some of them, just to see how I would do them differently......


So when the news came on the other day and I heard about Steve Jobs, this was the first one that I knew I had to try and do again.

The original was a bit disappointing, some may say this one is, but it just had to be done :)


On a seperate, but related note, a close friend of mine is writing a book, about his life, the things he has done and the shit that it is currently throwing at him and I just wanted to stick this extract in that he e-mailed me this morning.


If you are interested in reading more then please go here


When you walk into the day unit, of Haematology, you see pink chairs, people who are dying, people fighting. People who just are getting on with it.

It hits you as you talk to those, both young and middle aged. Mums, dad’s, grans, and granddads, sons, daughters. Even small children. great grans and granddads.


That (and this is inspired by a special friend) cancer does not care.


When you were born, how you look. What your status in society is. How many cars you have, or even what they are. Who loves you, who loved you? Who your parents are? Where you live, house,flat, semi, terrace, detached.


Cancer has no reason to judge. No care what you do for a living.


Cancer does not care who sits on those pink seats. It could be anyone of us. Not a lottery in any way, because cancer does not give out numbers. If it did it would never reveal who won, or who lost.

It’s up to us to fight or give up to it. It does not care about your football team, your colour or creed. Asian, British, Black or white. We are what cancer wants. We are to fight what we cannot see. It attacks any part. It does not care if you are pretty or handsome, intelligent or dyslexic.

Stomach, liver, pancreas, spine, bones, eyes, throat, or even our heart.


But what we do have is the hope that if and when we die we go to a better place. But till then we has to help, listen. Give, encourage and live each day as though it was our last. This is our life. Choose to live it. Love those we feel cannot be loved as well as those we find easy to love.


Today I was frustrated I could not have my chemo early............ I am fortunate. I can walk and talk. I am loved by many people and life is what it is. I will beat cancer in this or the next life but for now living with cancer continues to be hard.


So what!


Love each other and make someone you have never met smile today. It’s a desire of human nature. Tomorrow never actually arrives, because tomorrow is todays blessing that someone missed. Love your wife. Love your husband. Your long life partner. Give your life with no regrets today!


If you know someone with cancer, or who you think needs a new perspective. Encourage them with this piece of human reality.


If you've got this far then thank you from me and a special friend who are chuffed that you took the time to read it :)


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(Not that you would)

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Taken on October 7, 2011