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how did i get here

After the massive rain and a meeting at my studio yesterday, I felt inspired. This morning as I stepped outside, I was greeted by the most beautiful sight – the vibrant colors of fall in New England. The trees had burst into shades of red, orange, and yellow, and the air was crisp and refreshing.

Inspired by this breathtaking view, I grabbed my camera – my trusty Leica – and set out to capture the beauty of the season. I love shooting with my Leica because it’s the closest thing to film. It gives me the feeling of shooting with Velvia – a type of film that’s known for its rich colors and deep saturation.

So instead of driving to the winding roads of New Hampshire’s White Mountains, a place I always visit often to capture the fall colors. These days, the upper North Shore of Massachusetts is also a great spot for fall photography, so I decided to explore the area.

The drive was peaceful, and I was lost in thoughts as I took in the stunning scenery around me. When I returned home, I uploaded my photos and was thrilled with how they turned out. I picked two of my favorites to share with my Facebook audience and couldn’t wait for them to see the beauty of fall through my lens.

Satisfied and after doing tons of chores this past week, it is time for a Sunday nap.

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Tennessee Williams!

( From my journals Dec.19th 2012 , Keywest )

I don’t consider myself a writer..But I’m poetic enough and have balls of fire to think I can write as I feel . Tonight, passed by Tennessee Williams house here in KeyWest.. I will leave you with this quote then off for a swim and perhaps coming back to my blog ..

” If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it. ”

Tennessee Williams

Tennesse Williams house, KeyWest

Believing in law of Attraction , I looked for the house ! Unknown to many unless Williams hard core fans ! In a twisted fate I got invited in by the current owners and later bought his ashtrays ..

I took this shot of T. Williams at his house ( KeyWest) , where he lived for nearly 30 years ..It was a photo taken from the original print found in a box in the closet . The shot is taken in the yard and I was told he was chatting with Elizabeth Taylor whom he adored mad !

” The strongest influences in my life and my work are always whomever I love. Whomever I love and am with most of the time, or whomever I remember most vividly. I think that’s true of everyone, don’t you? ”
Tennessee Williams

Stormy day from my journal December 27th , 2011 ! (Rimbaud)

Now it feels writing blogs are a bit easy since I have years of notes and images ! I daily miss Juna ! I do …Life at times is easy when you love and your loved ones are by your side!

It ‘s this Storm…The wind is whispering all around.. and I love Rimbaud..

December 27, 2011 at 11:59pm

I have come to know the skies splitting with lightnings, and the waterspouts

And the breakers and currents; I know the evening,

And Dawn rising up like a flock of doves,

And sometimes I have seen what men have imagined they saw!

I have seen the low-hanging sun speckled with mystic horrors.

Lighting up long violet coagulations,

Like the performers in very-antique dramas

Waves rolling back into the distances their shiverings of venetian blinds!

I have dreamed of the green night of the dazzled snows

The kiss rising slowly to the eyes of the seas,

The circulation of undreamed-of saps,

And the yellow-blue awakenings of singing phosphorus!

I have followed, for whole months on end, the swells

Battering the reefs like hysterical herds of cows,

Never dreaming that the luminous feet of the Marys

Could force back the muzzles of snorting Oceans!

I have struck, do you realize, incredible Floridas

Where mingle with flowers the eyes of panthers

In human skins! Rainbows stretched like bridles

Under the seas’ horizon, to glaucous herds!

I have seen the enormous swamps seething, traps

Where a whole leviathan rots in the reeds!

Downfalls of waters in the midst of the calm

And distances cataracting down into abysses!

I have seen…and seen it with you..My sweet Juna! ( Still remember your head on my lap)

I’m looking to flowers , love and poetry ..And indeed the aroma of all !

I’m looking forward to be be using my senses of Spring time !

I have only one major choice within this life . As long as I breathe on my own , as long as I walk on my own, as long as I see on my own , as long as I can feel all I need to feel..I will chose to do it as happy and as grateful as one can be ! I know there are are thorns out there but I chose not even the thorns will change my decisions in staying alive and happy and mainly grateful !

Some see weed , some see flowers and I see the world in flower , hoping for wish ..

What separates me and you are in these lyrics :

There is a deeper world than this
That you don’t understand
There is a deeper world that this
Tugging at your hand

Every ripple on the ocean
Every leaf on every tree
Every sand dune in the desert
Every power you never see

There is a deeper wave than this
Swelling in the world
There is a deeper wave than this
Listen to me girl

Feel it rising in the cities
Feel it sweeping over land
Over borders, over frontiers
Nothing will its power withstand

All the bloodshed, all the anger
All the weapons, all the greed
All the armies, all the missiles
All the symbols of our fear

There is a deeper wave than those
Rising in the world

At the still point of destruction
At the center of the fury
All the angels all the devils
All around us can’t you see

I say love is the seventh wave
But this love you don’t understand
Sting

Let’s try and avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.

Only a burning patience will lead
to the attainment of a splendid happiness.”
― Pablo Neruda

This is what importance means to me. When something is important, you will find a way! When something is unimportant you will find an excuse..It is how I differentiate between people..But flowers are important!

All flowers in time bend towards the sun, I know you say there’s no one for you, But here is one.
Jeff Buckley

The prisoner is not the one who has commited a crime, but the one who clings to his crime and lives it over and over.
Henry Miller

I never understood why most people kill themselves at Blum!

Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything Godlike about God it is that. He dared to imagine everything.one without it, is not daring!

Henry Miller

From my own garden and around the world…I play and create a Tableau …when my mind tells me!

I sometimes think my vision of the sea is the clearest thing I own!

“Is it the sea you hear in me,

Its dissatisfactions?

Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?”

Love is a shadow.

How you lie and cry after it.”

The future is a gray seagull Tattling in its cat-voice of departure.

Age and terror, like nurses, attend her,

And a drowned man, complaining of the great cold, Crawls up out

of the sea.”

Sylvia Plath

“I shall never get you put together entirely,

Pieced, glued, and properly jointed.”

It starts here from the sound of the ground , below me .. The sound of the White in its thought of drowing deep .. Long standing one with the Blue Grey sky.. ah the wind, the wind , for every thin layer of wet long grass greenfly

I ‘m where I need to be

Here

In the dunes

in the flats ..in the stream

where the snow falls

By the sea

I still hear the dance of the sky

whereThe Gold meets the light ..

My footstep takes me only near not far..

” Bare we come , damaged we leave ”

We lay there for nine months. Each of us with no exception. Do you ever wonder what happens to us while we are in the mid air of being born ? Do you ever wonder what kind of thoughts goes to our soft shell brain? Do you ever wonder since we are so pure and without any prejudice how we perceive that world ? The world of our Mother’s womb .Do you ever wonder there is no fear but only perhaps certain joy of stillness ? It seems the first nine months of this life is so carefree that no one remembers anything. Almost surreal , hard to believe we were once in such calm solitaire.

Then it begins , Labor and we pass the tunnel of birth . The Placenta can no longer do its job, so the lungs take over. In the womb, a fetus’s lungs are filled with a fluid that helps them mature. We start maturing a way too different from the moment we are born into the life we know.

Jim Morrison once said ” This is the strangest life I have ever known..”

What happens next is a story different for each of us. We grow and we crave to have that brightest sun shine on us equally..

But we may soon realize that this world isn’t just the way it was in our mother ‘s womb.

Now we are dealing not only with the essential elements of life , Sulfur , Phosphorus , oxygen , Nitrogen , carbon , Hydrogen but also love , doubt , fear , deceive , decision making , social awareness, diseases and indeed self awareness.. and how all it implies to this life and it shapes our way of living ..just being !

Then we stumble about the believability and indeed ask ourselves what are we living for? Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer. What is your problem with hard to believe?” Many all together simply stop to believe!

When we suffer a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable .

This is about us, human beings ! how bare and vulnerable we come to this world and how we let this life sweeps us away..

The question always remains, is it life or do we allow life to damage us ?

“It’s important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said but never did, and your heart is heavy with remorse.”