Awake

Something woke me up, and there it was, staring at me …

(Algo me despertó, y allí estaba, mirándome...)

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Autumn Door

"Even today with digital images I marvel at the magic of photography. 

To look at a subject, visualize its potential in your mind, 

then squeeze out an exposure and capture what you’ve seen to be preserved forever--on film or digitally--is instant gratification."

- Walter Chandoha

PHOTO FRIDAY

THE CURRENT CHALLENGE

Fri Oct 30, 2015

This week’s challenge:

‘Signs of Autumn’.

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Mexico Park

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”

― Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte

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Carousel

“And the seasons they go 'round and 'round

And the painted ponies go up and down

We're captive on the carousel of time

We can't return we can only look behind

From where we came

And go round and round and round

In the circle game.”

― Joni Mitchell, The Circle Game

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Invisible Lady

“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.”

― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

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