Day 48 – Warhol Glasses
“I always think about what it means to wear eyeglasses. When you get used to glasses you don’t know how far you could really see. I think about all the people before eyeglasses were invented. […]
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“I always think about what it means to wear eyeglasses. When you get used to glasses you don’t know how far you could really see. I think about all the people before eyeglasses were invented. […]
“Find a calm lake and wait for the twilight in silence! There, existence will visit you with all its magnificence! The existence of the Existence can best be felt in the presence of dimness and […]
“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where […]
“Don’t build a glass house if you’re worried about saving money on heating.” ~ Philip Johnson This is not a problem for this building as it is an airport in Tunisia but I have to […]
“We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures that we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.” ~ […]
“To the complaint, ‘There are no people in these photographs,’ I respond, There are always two people: the photographer and the viewer.” ~ Ansel Adams I can’t even pretend to be close to Adams greatness […]
“Every path hath a puddle.” ~ George Herbert Just some puddles are much bigger and harder to get around than others. This corner is often like this. It is right at the beginning of one […]
The rose is the flower and handmaiden of love – the lily, her fair associate, is the emblem of beauty, ~ Dorothea Dix I took this shot at my Mother’s house. She had this lovely […]
“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?” “What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?” “I say, I wonder what’s […]
The leaves hop, scraping on the ground. It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice. It is in this solitude, a syllable, Out of these gawky flitterings, Intones […]