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The only remedy for the brokenness in this world is love. Today, even though it’s not easy, I choose love.
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I want to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
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We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds. ― Anton Chekhov
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What can I say … it was windy outside today. Windy, I tell you, it was a very windy day.
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Even without being believed, magic can change things.
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I’m trying to learn how to make a photo composite. This is my first attempt to extract myself from the background and paste myself somewhere else.
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Today I went for a dark background. It’s actually a blanket draped over a chair on top of the table behind me. I’m getting sick of seeing my face. It’s time to start coming up with some different ideas … Please feel free to offer some inspiration.
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The retouching dilemma — is manipulation a necessary part of the digital space or is any retouching too much?
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By the time we’re 45 or 50, few people are unscathed. We all fall down. The issue is not who falls down, it’s who gets back up and how. The new midlife is where you realize that even your failures make you more beautiful and are turned spiritually into success if you became a better… Read More
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She had a soul that was much too big for her; it filled her to the brim till there was no more space, so it flowed out through her eyes. ― Nick Lake, In Darkness
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When I was a child, my mother’s go to remedy for all sorts of spills and ills was something called Gentian Violet. It came in a muslin covered bag, and to apply it you added water so it functioned like a kind of weird purple tea bag.
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There is something inside me that is more than just my features arranged in a pretty picture.
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This afternoon a thunderstorm rolled in so I pointed my camera through the window and stood outside in the rain. I love the drop of water on the end of my nose and how the rain on the glass looks as though I’m crying.