Reflex photos

Ice Cream Stand

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Sentimental

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Competetive

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James the Englishman pushing, Michael center, Cedric left

Chaotic

Abandoned Bunker

Selective Saturation

moody monday entry Feline.....  for Vazaar... green eyed cat

Lovely Fake

my dream about time Lucille Clifton

a woman unlike myself is running down the long hall of a lifeless house with too many windows which open on a world she has no language for, running and running until she reaches at last the one and only door which she pulls open to find each wall is faced with clocks and as she watches all of the clocks strike    NO

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( previous posting for moody monday)

Mothering

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Stepped Away

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Lisa & the Ladies

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Cheeky Good Sport

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Delighted

"en garde"

Maximum

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Perspective

moody monday entry Dark... Michael, Jon and Texas's arm

from the Deck

Deer... and she knows I'm there, uncanny   moody monday entry Camouflage

at the Zoo

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Absent

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Today

Someone asked me

If I had forgotten you

With a moment's thought and a subtle smile

I answered no. ~Javan

Head

shot from today's shoot for Michael moody monday entry Self... as in a self-made man, self determination and willpower

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Belle's Baby

Belle from the previous year

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We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting. ~Kahlil Gibran

Crashed

Energy depletion  moody monday entry Crashed

A man of great character and strength:

fire cannot burn him,

water cannot drown him,

the severest weather does not damage him,

wild beasts cannot rend him,

not because he is invincible,

but because he knows safety from danger,

he is calm and decisive even in facing great risks,

he knows when to go forward, when to retreat,

nothing can harm such a man. ~Chong Tse

Wounded Prey

trussed and waiting...

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Another

reflection

"Stars are a lot like people... there are a million of them, and each is a light unto itself"

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Open Water

open water in Jacksonville Harbour

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Fantasy

Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind

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Lost civic

Scott's civic..retired to the car graveyard by now...sad and lost

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Abnormally Huge

Spider, 3-4" in diameter including legs...living in the basement, taken last October. It got away from us, but not before a bunch of photos... scary huge

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Calm

Peace is not something you wish for, it's something you make, something you do, something you are, and something you give away. ~Robert Fulghum

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B&W Worn Out

old shovel...broken, rusted and worn out

Intimacy and the pursuit of external power- the ability to manipulate and control- are incompatible ~GZ

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Energetic Boys

on the bow of the ship, eventually the captain sent someone out to chase them off

"All life itself represents a risk, and the more lovingly we live our lives the more risks we take"~M. Scott Peck,M.D.

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Blank Arches

old monastary ruins

It is not up to you to change your brother, but to accept him as he is ...A Course in Miracles

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Pure Wonder

one of the highlights of the trip to the Bahamas was the Atlantis Resort ...and the pure wonder on this childs face as he watched the fish at the aquarium there

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Deep

Sakonnett Point, RI on Thanksgiving, 2003...the yearly trip home is coming up on us quickly, deep in more ways than surface

The Enemy ~Baudelaire

My youth was filled with storms: dark thunderheads lit by sudden sunshine.  Wind and rain tore at my garden, left the ravaged beds stripped bare of soil. How few ripe fruits remain!

Now it is autumn: my ideas turn brown. Look at the land: I'll need spade, rake and broom to clear that flooded mess. The sodden ground is full of holes, each bigger than a tomb.

I dream new flowers now: but who can tell if they'll take root in this exhausted soil? The nourishment they need is strange and rare.

Time eats at life: no wonder we despair. Our enemy feeds on the blood we lose. He gnaws at our heart, and look how strong he grows.

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