“When I see a bird that walks like a duck and swims like a duck

and quacks like a duck, I call that bird a duck.”
~ James Whitcomb Riley

‘Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey’


~ George Gordon Byron

“what we think we see is, much more often than not, genuinely there.”

everything looked familiar, the trees, the sun had roughly been in the same place last week. the way to the lake was just at the end of the path and i know this because something deep inside said so.
several ‘just at the end of the paths’ later i realised that i wasn’t seeing with my eyes what my mind was: the lake was genuinely not there and never was….pathtreesquote source

If you want to shine like a sun,

first burn like a sun.

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Avul Pakir Jainulabdeen Abdul Kalam

“Cultivate your curves,

they may be dangerous but they won’t be avoided.”
~Mae West

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‘a seemingly unsolvable problem is suddenly and abruptly resolved by the inspired and unexpected intervention of some new event, character, ability or object, or not’

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bit of clichéd title there but i like corny. besides, doublethinking‘s fun.

“Hug the shore; let others try the deep”

Virgil

poor guy. an exciting name like Publius Vergilius Maro gets vulgarly reduced to Virgil to what, simplify its pronunciation to the masses ?… anyhow, Publius the Poet wasn’t referring to some schmaltzy romanticism when he wrote that but was a deep understanding of one of the only real boundaries that nature on earth has to offer. shores, whether they be in fresh or salt, in still, flowing or seas are the demarcation point between us and them but its also where the two of us can meet as we’re both inextricably attracted to this boundary each one safely in our comfort zones. sometimes we mingle, sometimes we don’t and that’s just fine because something within told us to go there and we simply did what we where supposed to do.

meh… there i go doing exactly one of the things i dislike the most about contemporary photography and any kind of art in general. something i’ve (unsuccessfully) been (mildly) fighting against ever since i did photo school in 1982:
finding the need to put words to images where the image should tell the story on its own and whatever the viewer sees or not or feels or not is their own private business and not mine. besides, i’m a really shitty writer, i know it. it’s just not my thing and i definitely don’t enjoy it and it shows. i’ll try to not fall into that trap again so,

 here’s a shore that had its own story to tell.

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“You can flush my ashes down the toilet, for all I care”

Carolyn Gold Heilbrun‘s quote always makes me chuckle when i think about what to do with my own body.
completely indecisive between having med students slice, prod and pry or, having to put the burden on someone to go dump my ashes in some river that could probably do without having any more crap dumped into it, i guess the subject will require a bit more stream-side thought but in the meantime and with my donor card safely tucked away, i’ll contemplate this kind of ash instead.

river Clyde, Scotland

“Ideas that enter the mind under fire remain there securely and for ever. “

~Leon Trotsky

that’s pretty rigid thinking. absolutes don’t apply to the mind, we all change view points, flow like water in all it’s forms from one direction to the next, learn and accept new ideas and forget or choose to forget.

as fate would have it, in 1940 Leon was stabbed in the head with an ice pick. consequently, some of those ideas leaked out and floated away towards the heavens for all to see.
little did he know they would be continuously evolving from one shape to another…

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