“The rain to the wind said,
You push and I'll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged--though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.”
― Robert Frost
a snapshot of my travels through life in photos (and maybe sometimes in words)...
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
River...
Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.
Marcus Aurelius
Monday, July 22, 2013
A tool...
Money is only a tool. It will take you wherever you wish, but it will not replace you as the driver.
Ayn Rand
Ayn Rand
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Hustler...
Bert Gordon: Eddie, is it alright if I get personal?
Fast Eddie: Whaddaya been so far?
Bert Gordon: Eddie, you're a born loser.
Fast Eddie: What's that supposed to mean?
Bert Gordon: First time in ten years I ever saw Minnesota Fats hooked... really hooked. But you let him off.
Fast Eddie: I told you I got drunk.
Bert Gordon: Sure you got drunk. You have the best excuse in the world for losing; no trouble losing when you got a good excuse. Winning... that can be heavy on your back, too, like a monkey. You'll drop that load too when you got an excuse. All you gotta do is learn to feel sorry for yourself. One of the best indoor sports, feeling sorry for yourself. A sport enjoyed by all, especially the born losers.
Fast Eddie: Thanks for the drink.
Fast Eddie: Whaddaya been so far?
Bert Gordon: Eddie, you're a born loser.
Fast Eddie: What's that supposed to mean?
Bert Gordon: First time in ten years I ever saw Minnesota Fats hooked... really hooked. But you let him off.
Fast Eddie: I told you I got drunk.
Bert Gordon: Sure you got drunk. You have the best excuse in the world for losing; no trouble losing when you got a good excuse. Winning... that can be heavy on your back, too, like a monkey. You'll drop that load too when you got an excuse. All you gotta do is learn to feel sorry for yourself. One of the best indoor sports, feeling sorry for yourself. A sport enjoyed by all, especially the born losers.
Fast Eddie: Thanks for the drink.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Radiance...
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth
Monday, July 15, 2013
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Live....
Life is full of beauty.
Notice it.
Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces.
Smell the rain, and feel the wind.
Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.
Ashley Smith
Notice it.
Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces.
Smell the rain, and feel the wind.
Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.
Ashley Smith
Adelaide uni...
Do you ever wonder if the stars shine out for you?
Float down
Like autumn leaves
Hush now
Close your eyes before the sleep
And you're miles away
And yesterday you were here with me
Autumn Leaves - Ed Sheeran
Float down
Like autumn leaves
Hush now
Close your eyes before the sleep
And you're miles away
And yesterday you were here with me
Autumn Leaves - Ed Sheeran
Wake me up, lower the fever
Walking in a straight line
Set me on fire in the evening
Everything will be fine
Wake me up strong in the morning
Walking in a straight line
Lately, I'm a desperate believer
But walking in a straight line
Something I will never forget
I felt desperate
And stuck to the marrow
Invisible to everyone else
I'm a sex-change
And a damsel with no heroine
Straight Lines - Silverchair
Walking in a straight line
Set me on fire in the evening
Everything will be fine
Wake me up strong in the morning
Walking in a straight line
Lately, I'm a desperate believer
But walking in a straight line
Something I will never forget
I felt desperate
And stuck to the marrow
Invisible to everyone else
I'm a sex-change
And a damsel with no heroine
Straight Lines - Silverchair
Lock up all your love and go and throw away the key
Carrie Underwood
“I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete. It's so fuckin' heroic.” ― George Carlin
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Play.... Vivid Sydney
Waiting for the lights to be switched on...
Let's PLAY
Lights everywhere...
Buzz, Buzz
Nature turned on the lights as well...
Nature made everything shine in the morning...
Labels:
circular quay,
Lights,
play,
Sydney Harbour Bridge,
sydney opera house,
vivid,
vivid Sydney
Saturday, April 13, 2013
365 project Day 101... Jenga
Jenga is a game of physical and mental skill created by Leslie Scott, and currently marketed by Parker Brothers, a division of Hasbro. During the game, players take turns to remove a block from a tower and balance it on top, creating a taller and increasingly unstable structure as the game progresses.
Jenga is derived from a Swahili word meaning "to build
365 project Day 100... leave a trail
Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ralph Waldo Emerson
365 project day 098... let's fly away
Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away
If you could use some exotic booze
There's a bar in far Bombay
Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away
Come fly with me, let's float down to Peru
In llama-land there's a one-man band
And he'll toot his flute for you
Come fly with me, let's take off in the blue
Once I get you up there
Where the air is rarefied
We'll just glide
Starry-eyed
Once I get you up there
I'll be holding you so near
You may hear
Angels cheer, 'cause we're together
If you could use some exotic booze
There's a bar in far Bombay
Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away
Come fly with me, let's float down to Peru
In llama-land there's a one-man band
And he'll toot his flute for you
Come fly with me, let's take off in the blue
Once I get you up there
Where the air is rarefied
We'll just glide
Starry-eyed
Once I get you up there
I'll be holding you so near
You may hear
Angels cheer, 'cause we're together
365 Project Day 097... discovery
I was like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
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Isaac Newton
365 project 2013 Day 096... flow
“How could drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on” | |
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Saturday, April 6, 2013
365 project 2013 Day 093.... Focus
My new baby, Harry
Very important controls, the button to move the roof and the control for the heated seats
Perfect model for a photographer
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
365 Project 2013 Day 089... Happy Easter
The Lindt GOLD BUNNY first opened his eyes to the world of chocolate in 1952.
The story goes that one bright spring morning in March, when the ground was still covered with a blanket of crisp white snow, one of the LINDT Maîtres Chocolatiers saw a little bunny in his garden. The Maître Chocolatier´s young son was completely mesmerised when he saw the little bunny but began to cry as soon as it disappeared in the bushes.
Deeply touched by how upset his son was, the father suddenly had a great idea:
“I should make a bunny like that one out of chocolate…” He made the bunny from the finest LINDT milk chocolate, wrapped it in a golden foil and put a red ribbon with a golden bell around its neck, so it would not get lost.
“When the bell rings, you can easily find it” the Maître said to his young son. And so, the very first GOLD BUNNY was born,
I hope everyone is having a safe and happy Easter
The story goes that one bright spring morning in March, when the ground was still covered with a blanket of crisp white snow, one of the LINDT Maîtres Chocolatiers saw a little bunny in his garden. The Maître Chocolatier´s young son was completely mesmerised when he saw the little bunny but began to cry as soon as it disappeared in the bushes.
Deeply touched by how upset his son was, the father suddenly had a great idea:
“I should make a bunny like that one out of chocolate…” He made the bunny from the finest LINDT milk chocolate, wrapped it in a golden foil and put a red ribbon with a golden bell around its neck, so it would not get lost.
“When the bell rings, you can easily find it” the Maître said to his young son. And so, the very first GOLD BUNNY was born,
I hope everyone is having a safe and happy Easter
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