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Photo Diary: The Turtle
“Behold the turtle. He makes progress only when he sticks his neck out.” James Bryant Conant
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Photo Diary: Tempest
“Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on...
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Photo Diary: The Beginning
“There will come a time when you believe everything is finished; that will be the beginning. ” – Louis L’Amour
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Ineffable: Liberty, Equality, & Compassion
I avoid watching TV, especially the news. The focus of most major channels is on entertainment. When the news actually does get discussed, the story is sensationalized or intentionally displayed in...
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Photo Diary: See Yourself
“Continue until you see yourself in the cruelest person on Earth, in the child starving, in the political prisoner. Practice until you recognize yourself in everyone in the supermarket, on the street...
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Photo Diary: Real
“Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.’...
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Photo Diary: Reflection
What we see in the external world is the reflection of our thoughts. May you always see beauty and peace.
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Living Art
2015 has been an incredible year of growth for me both personally and professionally. It has been a year of healing and stepping out of my comfort zone. My last painting series was a major...
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Photo Diary: Delusion
“A human being is part of a whole, called by us the ‘Universe’ —a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts, and feelings, as something separated from the rest—a kind of...
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Photo Diary: Naked
Tell me, is the rose naked Or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal The splendor of their roots? Who hears the regrets Of the thieving automobile? Is there anything in the world sadder Than a...
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