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Done

 

“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.” 
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

Photo shot with a Mamiya C3, some time ago.

Other things

 

Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder. 

~ Henry David Thoreau

 

Things that come and go…

 

That which does not kill us makes us stronger.
~ Friedrich Nietzsche

 

Some interesting things has been happening to me, lately (one of them being that I lost my digital camera). Today, I had some more of those happenings. One, a pleasant surprise and the other, also a surprise, but of the unpleasant kind.

But, of course I’ll try to see the logic and the good side of all this.

Life sometimes try to show us something we refuse to see or a path we refuse to take, until there’s no other choice. It’s inevitable. We have to let some things behind and we feel a bit sad, but those things just don’t have a place in our life anymore. They already gave us their contribution and there’s nothing more we can take (or give) from there. At this point, those relationships are pure void and waste.

I’m letting go of some things and people, wishing them well and hoping they find their path. For the new people in my life, I hope we can share some valuable lessons and lots of joy.

 

Washing

washing

washing

Rose Des Vents

Rose

 

France Gall - La Rose Des Vents

 

Wind Rose

In my garden
But, I have no garden
In front of my house
But, I have no house
There’s a flower
It’s all I have
That flower

To breath the wind rose
I turn my head
To breath the wind rose
I turn my head often

In my boat
But, I have no boat
One day I’ll go
Who knows where I’ll go
It’s written in the flower
She has the plans
That flower

To breath the wind rose
I turn my head
To breath the wind rose
I turn my head often

This song
If it’s a song
I’ve made it for you
You who don’t exist
I sing it to the flower
She knows the secrets
This flower

 

Another Dream

Régias

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
~ Edgar Allan Poe

 

I always have the weirdest dreams! I wish I could make a movie out of them, or better write them out so people could just imagine how it would have been. They’re so strange, that I get anxious to sleep at night just to see what’s going to happen next.

They’re in color (despite my film preference) and it’s like another world with people, streets, houses and places that I visit often, but Iv’e never seen in real life. Some of those places, I go since I was little and others, I stopped visiting for some reason I don’t know. It can also happen that I dream with something and then I live a similar situation in real life.  But, that’s not frequent.

Another weird thing is that I’ve always dreamed with some kind of apocalypse since I can remember. It can be Jesus coming, aliens, air strike, asteroids, tsunamis (I’m just seeing one on TV… weird). Water. Lots of water in my dreams. Oh… and the ghosts! I wish I could show them, but I imagine it wouldn’t be much fun for others. Maybe dreams are only meaningful for their dreamers.

 

Ephemeral

 

“Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.” 
~ Charles Baudelaire

 

Free

 

“Freedom (n.): To ask nothing. To expect nothing. To depend on nothing.” 
~ Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

 

That was the day when a series of meaningless events became meaningful enough to me, to the point of panic, that I had to obey the little voice in my head and stop the plane when it was about to take off. I just had to get out of there! It was a scene to remember.

No, the plane didn’t crash. Nobody died (not that I know). They put me in another flight (no charge) and I went home, almost peacefully.

 

In the Middle

 

“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.” 
~ Jane Austen

 

Shadow of a Doubt

 

You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.
~
Friedrich Nietzsche

 

I know this is obvious for some, but it can be helpful for others. I’m not super organized. I like things neat and clean, but I’m not the type of person who likes to categorize and label things.

One things that happens once in a while is forgetting which chemical I have in the bottle. I tried to label them once, but someone got my tape out of the place and I just wrote directly on the bottle, with a marker. Doing that a lot, I ended up with a bottle that has both Developer and Fixer written on it! I don’t know what I was thinking, but I often assume I’ll remember later. Well, I don’t.

So here’s the thing:

Developer (D-76 is what I use): Has a soapy texture similar to bleach.

Fixer: Doesn’t. :)

I’m not so good in identifying by the smell, so I just put a little on my fingers to feel it. Hey! Wash your hands very well! I had an accident once and it was not pretty.

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