Sunset of an Era

Nikon P90; 1/5sec; F2.8; ISO: 64; 5mm; WB: Cloudy 

The setting sun, and music at the close, 
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, 
Writ in remembrance more than things long past. 
~ William Shakespeare





All the noise and the voices are screamin'
What they have to say
And the headlines and sound bytes are givin' me 
Demons to hate
And the man on TV 
He tells me it's ugly
But if you ask me

It's a beautiful world
It's a beautiful world

There's tears and there's fears and there's losses and crosses to bear
And sometimes the best we can do is just to whisper a prayer
And press on because
There's so much to live for and so much to love

In this beautiful world
Say what you will but I still believe
It's a beautiful world
It's a beautiful world

And I know (I know)
I'm not dreamin'
I just choose (choose) to believe it

So I hate that I sometimes miss what's right in front of my eyes, oh
And I know at the end of my road I'll be wantin' more time
Just another sunset
One more kiss from my baby
A smile from a friend

In this beatiful world
It's a beautiful world
Yeah, it's a beautiful world

Say what you will, but I still believe
It's a beautiful world
Yeah, it's a beautiful world
Oh, it's a beautiful world

Self-shadowing

It's terrifying to see someone inside of whom a vital spring seems to have been broken.  It's particularly terrifying to see him in your mirror.  ~Mignon McLaughlin





She lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of the world that she's left behind
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angles were all wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterflies
keep your feet on the ground
when your head's in the clouds
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da
So one day he found her crying
Coiled up on the dirty ground
Her prince finally came to save her
And the rest you can figure out
But it was a trick
And the clock struck twelve
Well make sure to build your home brick by boring brick
or the wolf's gonna blow it down
keep your feet on the ground
when your head's in the clouds
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Well you built up a world of magic
Because your real life is tragic
Yeah you built up a world of magic
If it's not real
You can't hold it in your hand
You can't feel it with your heart
And I won't believe it
But if it's true
You can see it with your eyes
Oh even in the dark
And that's where I want to be, yeah
Go get your shovel
We'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Well go get your shovel
and we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Guys x2:
ba da ba ba da ba ba da......
Hayley x2:
ba da ba ba da ba ba da.....

Need for speed

Speed - Joy - Adrenaline

Beanstalk

Nikon P90; F4.5; 1/500sec; ISO:100; 13.0mm; WB: Manual

Up to the sky we go... and the whole world shall be ours !

Shaded Light

Into the heart of a medieval town, a hidden place withholds unforgiven treasures lighted by our memories.

Winter covered by clouds

Nikon P90; F4.0; 1/100sec; ISO: 64; 4.6mm; WB: Manual

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste adversity, prosperity would not be so welcomed. ~Anne Bradstreet

Waves

Nikon P90; F8.0; 1/500sec; ISO: 64; 23mm; WB: Cloudy

Summer... just another season?  Are the breaking waves a sign of devastation? Demolishment of the past?  Evanescence ...

An eye into the woods

Nikon P90; F4.5; 1/125sec; ISO: 100; 44.0 mm; WB: Cloudy

Deep into the woods, there's a whole new world full of life waiting to be discovered. Its eyes are watching and waiting to tell the history of the whole world.

Disrupting nature's balance

Nikon P90; F8.0; 1/100sec; ISO: 64; 44mm; WB: Manual

Let's talk about how men can break nature's balance... 

Mono no aware
Murasaki iro no hana
Haru no hana
To fuyu no koyuki
Harahara

Shizen no bi kana
Ah! Midori no ha to
Aki no iro

Kaze no koe
Tori no saezuri
Kanashii umi
Yorokobino umi
Yama
Koishi
Ayamegusa

(Lyric written in Japanese)

English translation:

"Wild Violet"

The poignancy of things
A purple flower
The blossoms of spring
And the light snow of winter
How they fall

The beauty of nature
A green leaf and
Autumn colours

The voice of the wind
The song of birds
A sad sea
A joyful sea
Mountains
Pebbles
A wild iris

Life's Crooked Road

Driving down the wrong road and knowing it,
The fork years behind, how many have thought
To pull up on the shoulder and leave the car
Empty, strike out across the fields; and how many
Are still mazed among dock and thistle,
Seeking the road they should have taken?
~Damon Knight, The Man in the Tree, 1984

Mother Mary come to me
For I am a wicked child
I have sinned and I am so confused and
I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child

I am the devil's son and
I wish I could be good for you
I walk a crooked mile
But I wish I could be good
I wish I could be good

If I could have kept the straight and narrow
If I could have kept the straight and narrow
And not have broke your heart
Not have broke your heart

Now I wake up in the night
Lying on my bed
It's tugging at my arms and legs
Like I was a marionette

Send baby Jesus
Surely it is time
Send baby Jesus
Let him radiate his light
Radiate his light 

Coping with the Mist

Nikon P90; F5.0; 1/50sec; ISO 200; 110.4mm; WB: Auto

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

~ John Edward Masefield - 'Sea Fever'

Several times, uncontiously
I've stumbled upon the path
And seen a mountain in the mist
As rain falls on my shoulders
Sun rises in the east
A mourning bruise
but I am here at least
I guess im just an obsticle
A thing to overcome
If I could sneek around myself
Again I'll know I've won
The moment seems to hang and float
Before me with no end
'till I'm released, awaken beast
I'm on the road again
But now i'm soaring far to high
A fleck of dust upin the sky
Where tiny clouds go sailing by
Pull me down today
Woven in the fairy-tales
We fabricate each day
Our little golden strands of truth
That glimmer in the light
The colorful material
You hold a certin way
Can keep us from the cold
And help to get us through the night
But now i'm soaring far to high
A fleck of dust upin the sky
Where tiny clouds go sailing by
Pull me down today x4
oooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooo

Light up, light up...

Nikon P90; F4; 1/20sec; ISO: 64: 18.8mm; WB: Cloudy

We are each gifted in a unique and important way. It is our privilege and our adventure to discover our own special light.  ~Mary Dunbar

I'll sing it one last time for you

Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do

Light up...

Slower slower
We don't have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads

Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess