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Bueno, pues si me tienen que mirar de reojo, que sea un frailecillo a la puerta de su casa
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I'll take a short break here to get out and shoot some street.
13 second exposure; pinhole lens.
onw of my favorite pieces of music: Rachmaninoff's Cello Sonata, Opus 19-3; emmanuel ax and yoyo ma: www.youtube.com/watch?v=SppyoLiRomE
I know that hardly anybody listens to music links, but this is such a beautiful piece, if you have a moment.
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As I was walking along the path, I heard a commotion in one of the ponds in the Bailey Tract on Sanibel Island. As I approached I saw a myriad of snowy and great egrets together. They were feeding, scuffling and squawking, generally having a grand old time. This one flew into a nearby tree and began preening (and showing off). It remained perched there for about 10-15 minutes before flying back down and rejoining the fray. Thanks for visiting!
i feel like a horrible person sometimes. maybe i really am. maybe i just say the wrong things.
no matter if it's something with no meaning or something with a lot of meaning, it somehow gets taken the wrong way. and somehow i always end up looking like the fool. always. im so unhappy with myself sometimes, the way i act, the way i speak, or try to speak, to people. im an honest person, but maybe thats my problem. people dont want to hear what i have to say, because it never seems to be what they want to hear. maybe i explain things too much, or try to explain, and people just dont want to listen. ive been called controlling, sensitive, and more, all because im trying to explain myself and my actions, but it always makes things worse. always. im not controlling, im not sensitive. but somehow, those things come out when im trying to save myself, save myself from false accusations and conclusions. sometimes i just want to give up. i want to crawl in a hole and never come out. not that it would matter right? ill only hurt people by trying to keep from being hurt. i always lose. always. maybe im just a horrible person
I need to stop thinking about things too hard.
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Some frayed Raindrop Housewrap photographed after years of building construction came to a screeching halt in a nearby neighborhood.
The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
Porth Leven, Cornwall. This peaceful Cornish town was battered by the fierce storms last winter, major construction is underway to rebuild the harbour wall.
The frayed rope an old old wreck at Berneray in the Outer Hebrides, Scotland.
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Fujica Half Fuji Velvia 50 X-processed ( RVP 135) Converted to BW and colortoned in Lightroom. The Selenium light meter in this is to old and is not working, so sometimes it brings really bad, almost impossible negatives to scan. This I had to work with in Lightroom.
this is another possibility for the macromonday theme for 3/11 for imperfection. there are three to choose from. let the dithering begin :)
#MacroMondays and #imperfection
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Worn. Damaged. Broken. Frayed.
Thats what we are. We're unable to hold ourselves together.
We physically and mentally do not have the strength to do it.
What have we become? Where has our innocence and childhood gone?
What is innocence nowadays? We're are exposed to things they shouldn't have to deal with until later in life.
Is it so hard to be who we truly are without the judgement? Without the hatred?
When will we truly figure out who we are and what our purpose is?
I know that you're hurting. Because I am hurting too.
I am worn. My heart strings are frayed. My emotions are damaged. My life is broken.
We pray, to Him for help.
We ask, for forgiveness.
We beg, for a new beginning.
Yet despite how hard we try to feel whole again, it never ends up working out the way we plan.
We are all alone in our world. We are born as individuals and we die as individuals. Despite how much we need people in our life, and despite how much they may stick by our side. We die as sole beings.
And nothing can stop that.
For me, I feel as if I was born alone, and not only that I am now dying alone, but that I am living alone.
And it hurts more than anything ever has.
- Words by my best friend.
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On board the USS Iowa battleship, docked in the Port of Los Angeles.
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