I twist my heart round again…

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“And finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside, and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and could be, if there weren’t any other people living in the world”  


Anne FrankLast diary entry; “The Diary of a Young Girl,” 

Now is wonderful…

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Let’s have a merry journey, and shout about how light is good and dark is not. What we should do is not future ourselves so much. We should now ourselves. “Now thyself” is more important than “know thyself.” Reason is what tells us to ignore the present and live in the future. So all we do is make plans. We think that somewhere there are going to be green pastures. It’s crazy. Heaven is nothing but a grand, monumental instance of future. Listen, now is good. Now is wonderful.  Mel Brooks

Life always throws you curve balls and I’ve had a few of my own as of late. I’ll be able to explain more in a few weeks but in the meantime, I’ll post as many pictures and try to write a bit (as I get used to the sharing of thoughts in this space).  In the meantime, it’s a good reminder to enjoy the present as much as we plan for the future. Today is precious! Happy weekend!

Distinguishes the living from the merely breathing…

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“The ability to feel fear and keep moving forward distinguishes the living from the merely breathing”

Nicholas LoreThe Pathfinder

If you’ll believe in me, I’ll believe in you…

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The Unicorn looked dreamily at Alice, and said “Talk,
child.”

 

Alice could not help her lips curling up into a smile as
she began: “Do you know, I always thought Unicorns were fabulous monsters, too?
I never saw one alive before!”

 

“Well, now that we have seen each other,” said the
Unicorn, “if you’ll believe in me, I’ll believe in you. Is that a bargain?”
 

 

Lewis CarrollThrough the
Looking-Glass, ch. VII
, 1872



Places all have their own characters….

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“Places all have their own characters, and returning to a city where you have lived before is like coming home to an old friend. But the people begin to look the same; the same faces recurring in cities a thousand miles apart, the same expressions. The flat, hostile stare of  the official. The curious look of the peasant. The dull unsurprised faces of the tourists. The same lovers, mothers, beggars, cripples, vendors, joggers, children, policemen, taxi drivers, pimps. After a while one begins to feel slightly paranoid, as if these people were secretly following from one town to another, changing clothes and faces but remaining essentially unchanged, going about their dull business with half an eye slyly cocked at us, the intruders.”   (From Chocolat by Joanne Harris)

Broadway Station, Astoria, Queens

Effect created using action “Old Toy Camera” by Smaragd


I am athirst for faraway things…

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“I am restless. I am athirst for faraway things. My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance. O Great Beyond”
Rabindranath TagoreThe Gardener, 1915

There have been a few shots from my bookshelf I know – I’ve been sick all week and spent quite a bit of time in bed, with a book and kleenex, thus my bookshelf has been my inspiration. Getting over the hump so hoping to have more for you in the coming days!

The booklover yearns to tell others of his bliss…

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“There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love, and like that colossal adventure it is an experience of great social import. Even as the tranced swain, the booklover yearns to tell others of his bliss. He writes letters about it, adds it to the postscript of all manner of communications, intrudes it into telephone messages, and insists on his friends writing down the title of the find. Like the simple-hearted betrothed, once certain of his conquest, “I want you to love her, too!” It is a jealous passion also. He feels a little indignant if he finds that any one else has discovered the book, too.”

Christopher Morley“On Visiting Bookshops” 


Effect to photo made using Dave Jaseck’s Midnight Black 

Each time I love, I find it still my own…

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“A Portrait”
 
  Because my love is quick to come and go-
A little here, and then a little there-
What use are any words of mine to swear
My heart is stubborn, and my spirit slow
Of weathering the drip and drive of woe?
What is my oath, when you have but to bare
My little, easy loves; and I can dare
Only to shrug, and answer, “They are so”?

You do not know how heavy a heart it is
That hangs about my neck- a clumsy stone
Cut with a birth, a death, a bridal-day.
Each time I love, I find it still my own,
Who take it, now to that lad, now to this,
Seeking to give the wretched thing away. 

Dorothy Parker 

I want to have lived…

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“I do not want to get to the end of my life and find that I just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.” Diane Ackerman,

Inclusion in Schmaps Niagara Falls Guide…

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This is a photo I took at the Butterfly Conservatory in Niagara Falls. I was there with my husband to celebrate our 2 year wedding anniversary. The conservatory was amazing – I expected butterflies behind glass windows and in reality they were flying all around you, landing on shoulders and bringing about smiles and laughter from even the toughest character.
Thank you Schmaps for including me in their Niagara Falls Guide (and previously in their Portland Guide)!