| Jennifer Bridals |
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Mercy picked out her favourite ten and I added one at the bottom...
This was my second studio shoot and it went so much better. I actually had 'control' of my light source to some extent. Of course there is much I shall improve on next time... but all in all I'm pleased. And she is beautiful *smile*
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well....
this year is already far more vital then the end of last year.
exciting.
i should really say more specific things... but i'm not going to.
i'm going to bed now.
and in the morning my new ipod will be charged in concordance to my brain.
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| Because I have fantastic sisters... |
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.... who will do ridiculous things for the love of me...
... or the fear of me...
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| NOT a photo-a-day |
[Thu010308: 12:48PM ] |
Since I am a notorious resolution shatterer...
and since that's demoralizing...
I'm NOT making a resolution to create one stellar image a day.
But if that were to happen by pure creative accident...
*shrugs*
1.1
First five minutes of the new year were spent in a dark house alone.
Exposure was a delightfull challange
2.2
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| 2007 |
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Bold = Scripture or Hymn
Italic = Quote
Regular = my own words
So it's been a long year
Every new day brings one more tear
Till there's nothing left to cry
My, my how time flies
Like little children hiding their eyes
We'll make it disappear
Let's start a brand new year
~Over the Rhine
Praise God from Whom all blessings flow.
Praise Him all creatures here below.
Praise Him above all ye heavenly hosts.
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
January
I was in a crush of feelings, a whole set of old emotions were washing out, and a new set were chugging in, sloshing around, fitting into corners that had been empty.
~E.L.Konigsburg
February
The naked intellect is an extra-ordinaryily inaccurate instrument.
~L'Engle
Feb 4
"Zeal is no adequate substitute for truth."
Feb11
March
The great thing is to be found at one's post as a child of God,
living each day as though it were our last,
but planning as though our world might last a hundred years.
~C.S.Lewis
March 24
April
"I am so undeserving of this awesome grace. I sling it about with irreverence, yet it softly and boldly holds me together."
April 19
May
"So I pray for the hard - because I wish for great blessing and glory."
May 21
Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but the Lord delievers him out of them all. He gaurds all his bones. Not one of them is broken.
Psalm 34
May 29
June
What shall I render to the Lord for all His benifits toward me?
I will take up the cup of salvation,
And call upon the name of the Lord
I will pay my vows to the Lord.
Now, in the presence of all His people.
Psalm 116
June 3
Use my hands to use my heart
Sufjan Stevens
June 13
Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us!
For we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorn
of those who are at ease.
Psalm 123
June 20
July
I have loved you with an everlasting love.
I have called you and you are Mine.
Innocence Mission
Troubled soul, thou art not bound to feel, but thou are bound to arise.
George MacDonald
Wake me up when it's over...
Today I am not so strong so lay me down with a sad song.
Don't bend me or I will break.
Norah Jones
July 21
"He (God) told me not to fear and did the fearsome."
July 27
I hope it comes
I hope that water comes
and drenches us in our clothes
the world at night
has seen the greatest light
too much light to deny
Innocence Mission
August
"Here's the miracle of it all... this God, faith thing must be true because I can't unfaithify.
No matter how I may wish it."
Aug 5
Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me;
my heart within me is distressed.
I spread out my hands to You,
my soul longs for You like a thirsty land.
Psalm 143
Aug 9
How beautiful the world would be if there were a procedure for moving through the labyrinths.
~Eco
Aug 21
"It's okay."
Aug 27
September
"The void is a blessing."
Sept 26
Shasta thought he had never seen anything so lovely in his life.
~C.S.Lewis
Sept 18
October
"Simple... the most beautiful word."
Oct 22
"I don't understand."
Oct 23
November
Oh what fools these mortals be!
~Shakespeare
Nov 1
"God is good therefore life is hard."
Nov 10
December
"I hope for the spectacular...
I don't know how not to."
Dec 10
The Hopes and Fears of all our years are met in Thee tonight.
Traditional
Dec 25
Blessed are those who wait for Him
Isaiah 30:18
Dec 29
Somewhere down the road
We'll lift up our glass
And toast the moment
and moments past
The heartbreak and laughter
The joy and the tears
The scary beauty
Of what's right here
Maybe, sorta, kinda
If I really had to say
Something good is on its way
And we're gonna pull through.
~Over the Rhine
Dec 31
Away 2007
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[Tue100207: 03:22PM ] |
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This is what I found in the door next to my 'studio'.
back to work
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I have this reoccuring dream sequence where my jaw siezes up. And when I actually awake, it's partialy true. I can't tell whether the dream creates tension or the tension brings on the dream. In that foggy moment of 'awaking' before 'awake' I always mentaly cry out for someone to hold my chin in their palm.
Anyhow this one was especially graphic and provocative (and I'm using those words without the sexual conintation). I was trying to take photos of my siblings in my backyard. The back of my camera shattered, but remained usable. Trying to pose Tumpy who won't take directions, keep my camera from getting polluted by dust and the whole while my jaw is aching, throbbing...
Then finally I couldn't take it anymore and I'm crying and trying to release the muscles but they won't. And no one seemed to realize just how serious this was.
And it was really horrid.
Then I woke up to glorious grey skies and torrential rains. Which helped some. I love rain. I want to go lay on the warm cement and drown in it. Let it rain on the night my first child is born.
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| in the dirth of dark |
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I can't sleep.
Even if I've been up since wee hours.
My minds eye is doing cartwheels around memories, lens choices and wooden floors.
So I'm drinking tea, listening to music and looking at photography.
Wallon should be a word.
Meaning melted in uncertainty and yet certain that there is an Is.
*smile*
waltz me to sleep
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Five Notices of Little Worth to Cloud the Issuesone. there is a tan sheen upon my appendages. it's a incredible development. breeding of freckles seems to have happen. two. wallow is my word for the day. like 'banana' it has tongue appeal. three. little boys and libraries are a treacherous mix. sometimes gleaning sweet results. sometimes horror. four. shakespeare has captured my eyes. i can't escape. portia is an elegant name. five. the moon wore red last night. "We'll be taking off our clothes to sing
We'll be wearing our own skin
We'll be taking off a whole lot more
Just so we can sing
Just so we can sing Hope is coming out tonight
Knocking at the door
You've got to let that stranger in
Looking at your soul
Looking at your soul Now I am stretching out across the land
Trying my best to understand
While fear is barking like a dog
But I am holding out my hand
Still holding out my hand"
~Sarah Masen
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| Little People |
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...even if merely fleeting... Recent thoughts:
"If life is a playground I just threw up all over the merry-go-round and can't find the horizon."
I have personal imaginary circumstances that surround real life. When I'm having a quivering, wretched time of life the palms of my hands begun to ache. My imaginary self pulls on leather boots and pushes a mouldy wooden boat into grey water. Rowing to "Abraham's Theme", Chariots of Fire brings some kind of peace. My back is weary from rowing and my lips chapped from salt wind. I can't help feeling... even if I obediently arise. Forgive me for selfish grief and frenzied grasping at hope. Glimmering are the hours I spend reading Words. Holding little fingers. Accomplishing mundane and seemingly meaningless chores. And yes. The 'doing' helps the 'being'. Surviving. My dear mother had a miscarriage. I envy her peace and faith. O God ?
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| "this barren july" |
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Cole 'swam' to me. Or by thrust moved through water. Either of which are accomplishments.
Sugar Snap Peas bring me peace. I am slightly addicted. To the point of making walmart runs at 5:30am. It was a bleary eyed traverse of plastic colour filled aisles.
Was the first day in many I regreted leaving my camera home. I feel the need to frame things in neat little lines and unsaid words.
"I hope that water comes and drenches us in our clothes. the world at night has seen the greatest light. too much light to deny."
Till We Have Faces is bookmarked in my bag. It's been three or four months since I Jack-ed.
Today I did. Tomorrow I will do.
yes. that was a real smile of joy.
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People may actually reach a point where they are willing to sacrifice their lives, as long as the ordeal doesn't last too long, is quickly over- just like on the stage, with the public watching and admiring. A true act of love, on the other hand, requires hard work and patience, and, for some, it is a whole way of life. ~Dostoevsky
I'm growing up.
Again.
Slowly, painfully...
steeped in tea-leaves of grace,
swirling about clearing my temples.
God is good.
I am blessed.
For God is not unjust to forget you work and labor of love which you have shown toward His name, in that you have ministered to the saints, and do minister. And we desire that each one of you show the same diligence to the full assurance of hope until the end, that you do not become sluggish, but imitate those who through faith and patience inherit the promises. Heb 6:10-12
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last night we (jamie, mercy, justice, courage, vangie, abi, papa) all hunkered about and read Henry V together. i was very in the moment and happy. this is good.
you should hear vangie read the battle cries and courage's french accent. *laugh* they are suprisingly splendid.
this morning i rode my bike again. my legs didn't give out as early, but my booka still complains on that horrible seat. my bike is clover green with spindly wheels.
sufjan stevens is my soundtrack at the moment. album: Seven Swans.
i wish mosquites wheren't the only species that found me sweet enough to kiss. my legs look rather leperous.
And I am joining all my thoughts to you.
And I'm preparing every part for you
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