At The Movies

Pay attention to the make-believe!

Sad

A jilted lover? Regretting a fight with her best friend? Recently fired from a job she liked very much? Or monochromatic pixels on a computer screen.

Flower Verse

“To see the world in a grain of sand
and heaven in a wildflower,
hold infinity in the palm of your hand
and eternity in an hour.”
-William Blake

One Man’s Morning

These steps belong to a church in Boston’s Chinatown. They are used often by the homeless in that area. Passing by this morning, this man was just getting up.

Lonely Day Dusk

Sony RX10 M4, ISO 1600, 1/160 @ 2.4, 24mm wide

Longing

Black and white images can be SO powerful! This subway portrait was taken with My iPhone and edited in the amazingly powerful app Snapseed.

Wise Words

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”; If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run— Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Kipling

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