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Coffee, cars and creativity.

natgeofound:

A solitary fisherman’s home keeps watch on quiet Placentia Bay in Newfoundland, Canada, 1974.Photograph by Sam Abell, National Geographic Creative

This looks like something I see in my mind’s eye when I remember something I read as a child, and when I think of my Viking sweetheart.

natgeofound:

A solitary fisherman’s home keeps watch on quiet Placentia Bay in Newfoundland, Canada, 1974.Photograph by Sam Abell, National Geographic Creative

This looks like something I see in my mind’s eye when I remember something I read as a child, and when I think of my Viking sweetheart.

humansofnewyork:

He told me that he could look at anyone’s face, and tell them exactly what they need in life. I asked him to give me a try. He studied my face, looked up at the sky for a few seconds, then said: “You don’t need anything.”
(Jammu, India)

humansofnewyork:

He told me that he could look at anyone’s face, and tell them exactly what they need in life. I asked him to give me a try. He studied my face, looked up at the sky for a few seconds, then said: “You don’t need anything.”

(Jammu, India)

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"The first start toward success is to be glad you are yourself."

Florence Scovel Shinn

Me + Marcus Aurelius “Because your own strength is unequal to the task, do not assume that it is beyond the powers of man; but if anything is within the powers and province of man, believe that it is within your own compass also.” - Marcus Aurelius (121 - 180 AD) #SAMA #artistdate #weareallartists #happytraveler (at San Antonio Museum of Art)

Me + Marcus Aurelius “Because your own strength is unequal to the task, do not assume that it is beyond the powers of man; but if anything is within the powers and province of man, believe that it is within your own compass also.” - Marcus Aurelius (121 - 180 AD) #SAMA #artistdate #weareallartists #happytraveler (at San Antonio Museum of Art)

"Genius is merely those moments when we don’t limit our awareness."
- Lee Coit

From my birthday art show. ♡

Approaching Forty-Four

I’d imagined myself older
and sitting somewhere
and people coming to talk with me
and maybe I was giving a bit of wisdom
and maybe I was simply quiet
and, like now,
maybe I was putting pieces of paper in front of them and saying
make a picture of it.
And it occurs to me tonight
that I am older now
the memory from long ago
and I feel my alertness, the same as it’s always been,
awake and looking out these eyes,
same as at
six years old
or eight
when I sat in the closet and wrote on a
red plastic and working typewriter
on top of the upside down grocery store cooler
whose Styrofoam eventually cracked
from being stuffed with my dirty clothes
awaiting their time in the laundry.
I made many white things pink in those days,
my jeans,
my turtlenecks,
and, ever since,
I’ve preferred other people not wash my clothes,
but having had a hand in it lately,
I’m more apt to say yes now,
now I’m older.
It is not the age that means something
and certainly not the number,
though there must be something auspicious in the double digit,
like the repetition of my initials,
given as a gift of good fortune by a parent for a child.
And I have been blessed.
And so why not take up my spot on that porch,
and move when I feel to move
and be in the space between the sounds
to give a hand to those for whom the sounds are God
are honesty
are objective truth
and rest there
until
until nothing. There is no until.
This is it.
I am on the porch, I am sitting,
there is a fan and there are
itchy patches beneath my breasts
that have been talking to me most of the day,
and maybe yesterday too.

Just came across this picture from last month & I kind of love it.

Just came across this picture from last month & I kind of love it.