Category Archives: Reflections

Raw Masculinity…

23 Monday Apr 2012

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© Frank Torres – Nuclear Photo

When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,
and when we escape like squirrels turning in the
cages of our personality
and get into the forests again,
we shall shiver with cold and fright
but things will happen to us
so that we don’t know ourselves.

Cool, unlying life will rush in,
and passion will make our bodies taut with power,
we shall stamp our feet with new power
and old things will fall down,
we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like
burnt paper.
D.H. Lawrence 

I am yearning to feel that rush of untamed love again…

Model: Micha Borodaev
Photography: Frank Torres
http://franktphotography.com/index2.php#/home/
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Nuclear-Photo/198639900159690 

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A Lady…

18 Wednesday Apr 2012

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© Khrystynana Kazakova

She will never close her eyes
And she does not let me sleep
And her dreams in the bright day
Make the suns evaporate
And me laugh cry and laugh
Speak when I have nothing to say
from Lady Love by Paul Eluard 

I miss the sweet intoxication that comes with first loves.

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Blue Sphere…

14 Saturday Apr 2012

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© Joan Currie

The simplicity of first love, or friendliness, the mutuality of first sympathy seems, at its initial appearance – even if merely in exciting conversation across a dinner table – to be a self-enclosed world.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea

I wish we had remained in that world…

The bond that binds us…

11 Wednesday Apr 2012

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© Joan Currie – Lauren DiMarco’s cuff bracelet

Better or worse
But what else can we do?
And better or worse
I am tethered to you
If it’s not either of us
Tell me who are we fooling?
lyrics from Who Are We Fooling by Brooke Fraser

Our bond can never be broken- no matter how hard we try.

Solo Crossing…

03 Tuesday Apr 2012

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© Lauren DiMarco 

She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.
from Witch-Wife by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Often I am happier on my own.

Model – Lauren DiMarco on Oakland Bay Bridge

Loving You…

29 Thursday Mar 2012

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© Moja Maat

Did I make the most of loving you?
So many things we didn’t do.
Did I give you all my heart could give?
Two unlived lives with lives to live.
When these endless, lonely days are through,
I’ll make the most of loving you.
I’ll make the most of loving you.
From Downtown Abbey, composer- John Lunn, lyrics – Don Black 
Sung by Mary Jess

Counting the minutes until we are together again…

Model: Lauren DiMarco

Being Blue…

20 Tuesday Mar 2012

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© Joan Currie

She is a woman whose life is crowded with not-unpleasant errands and with the entrapment of fragrant, familiar, and sometimes enchanting items, all of which possess a reassuring, measurable weight and volume.
from Dying For Love in Dressing Up For The Carnival by Carol Shields

I would rather crowd my life with love…

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Spring Blossoms…

18 Sunday Mar 2012

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© Joan Currie

Wabi sabi art is a distillation of their [the monks’] humble efforts to try and express, in a physical form, their love of a life balanced against the sense of serene sadness that is life’s inevitable passing. 
from wabi sabi, the japanese art of impermanence by Andrew Juniper

Perhaps I find the burst of blossoms so beautiful because it will not last.