Inspiration, Photography

Thoroughly Thursday

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The reason death sticks so closely to life isn’t biological necessity–it’s envy.  Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can.  But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.

Yann Martel

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Inspiration, Photography

Silent Sunday

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After reading and seeing photos at the website, COLOSSAL Art & Visual Ingenuity, about a brilliant young artist,  Noell S. Oszvald,  I’ve decided to dedicate one day a week of the Daily Devotional to only the photo.  No accompanying quote.  Because much like Miss Oszvald, I too have felt ever since the first time seeing Ansel Adam’s work that, colour can be a distraction.  “…she chooses only to work in black and white because she finds color distracting from her conceptual ideas.”

and….“She also mentions that she wishes for viewers of her work to find their own meaning and interpretation of each image.”

Great Thanks, to Noell S. Oszvald, for the inspiration to make Sunday,  “Silent”
After today, of course.

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Inspiration

Thursday

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Home is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other.  It is the place of confidence.  It is the place where we tear off that mask of guarded and suspicious coldness which the world forces us to wear in self-defense, and where we pour out the unreserved communications of full and confiding hearts.  It is the spot where expressions of tenderness gush out without any sensation of awkwardness and without any dread of ridicule. 

Frederick W. Robertson

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Inspiration

Wednesday

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If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once a week; for perhaps the parts of my brain now atrophied would have thus been kept active through use. The loss of these tastes is a loss of happiness, and may possibly be injurious to the intellect, and more probably to the moral character, by enfeebling the emotional part of our nature.

Charles Darwin

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