silly kitties

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on the street where i live

~ wading in it?

it's a snapshot of the little walking man that one finds at every crosswalk-traffic light intersection. taken on a rainy Monday evening with my cell phone camera and then doctored using lunapic online. doesn't life sometimes feel like this image?



~ we endure.

like the mighty oak, we endure. methodically, with strength & sensibility, & grounded in longevity, vigour & loyalty. i feel like this leaf sometimes.





~ "... and forget about everything ..."

a rainy night, on the short walk home from the bus stop. the circle of life continues turning ... life moves perpetually forward. even when our spirits succumb to the inertness of despair, impatience and desire.

bus stop

On Monday evening I took a jaunt to the Safeway at Broadway Station to get some kitty food and litter. I walked to the bus stop at Commercial & 14th and then waited for the no. 2o bus. while I waited I took these 5 pictures.



Then found LunaPic, an online photo editor. and so 5 simple pictures inspired the images below.

~ remember ~

"...and the victory that day was turned into mourning unto all the people..."

my front yard

the smallest blessings possess the greatest beauty.
we never have to go very far, only think we do.
its all right there, if only we can open our eyes.

~ all photos taken by frizzy on her cell phone ~

exactly how big wuz it?

no words here on this silent Sunday.
if you want to read something .... check this

Cupid is hard @ work here ...

... it feels good ...

could i be her?

Could I be like her?

Feel like her?

You know what's most painful

about a major break-up?

Not belonging.

I have, for so long,

defined myself by those around me -

someone's wife ... someones' mother ... someones' nurse ...

and, after all these years

of achieving meaning thru the lives of others,

I now ask myself who am I?

Who the fuck is Frizzy?

Oh to be like the redhead in that photo -

she looks to me like she belongs there,

like she's got a destination, a meaning.

photo taken by -the krazy genius-

urban beauty

Beauty - a thing seldom seen

Yet, held by all.

It lies, within souls,

waiting to surface,

but requires, to survive,

the mingling of spirits.

Only love can draw beauty

from its dark womb.

Love, such as that embodied

within the photographer's eye.

Visit the flickr site of

my friend, the krazy genius
to see more like these ...

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Some eye candy for you ... while I away.

Mute Monday ~ Patriotism

patriotism means love of one's country.
we like to think of it as positive force,
but at many times in history,
the pictures have portrayed its dark side.
every human has love for one's nation.
its how we show it that really matters.