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“Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your won presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement.”
Alice Koller

The whole soul has a black face
Neither you nor I escaped the rule.
Let's take the whole dramatic expression
For being for you I use a euphemism
Let's just call it the lunar side
Show me your lunar side

I remember when we could sleep on stones
Now we lie together in whispers and moans
When I was all messed up and I heard opera in my head
Your love was a light bulb hanging over my bed
Baby, baby, baby, light my way

The smile on your face
Lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes
Saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand
Says you'll catch me wherever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all

Every whisper
Of every waking hour
I'm choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool

Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up

Arabella's got some interstellar-gator skin boots
And a helter skelter around her little finger and I ride it endlessly
She's got a Barbarella silver swimsuit
And when she needs to shelter from reality
She takes a dip in my daydreams

Monochrome version of a waiting stack of crystal goblets from the veranda of a restaurant close by Ponte Rialto (Rialto Bridge) Venice, Italy. This tends to bring out the clarity of the crystal bulbs. The crowd in the background is a phalanx of photographers poised along the bank.

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With accounts for closing
I will follow my course
A Desire to Burn
The eternal that I seek
Only one more
Once again
Only one more
And I only know why

If she had wings she would fly away

She's seen her share of devils in this angel town

There's a light
A certain kind of light
That never shone on me
I want my life to be
Lived with you
Lived with you

You landed in my life
Like a new and brighter light
That made all my past seem in shadow

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Used south facing picture window with bright afternoon sunlight as sole light source. Extremely high ISO 12800 and open aperture (f/4.5) to blow out light and hide tree, porch posts, and parked car in background. Tried to manually focus on leading lattice work near center but was fooled by average of front and rear lattices, true image focus is on the plane of the stem.

If you're on your own in this life
The days and nights are long
When you think you've had too much of this life
To hang on
Well, everybody hurts
Sometimes, everybody cries
And everybody hurts, sometimes
But everybody hurts, sometimes
So hold on

How do you pick a woman?
It is not always bull to spoon
And the killer in me
No bandarilla in a garden.
Being such a flower catcher
It does not make me good forked.
If the audience comes flowers
Every "Olé" I feel pain.
Was this killer vein
Came to Maria Clementina

Here comes the summer's son
He burns my skin

Lake Toba ~ North Sumatera ~ Indonesia

God and man, no confessions
God and man, no religion
God and man don't believe in modern love

Will you know me when we're older will still call me by my name

I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense of liberty

'Cause all of my kindness is taken for weakness
Now I’m fourfiveseconds from wildin’
And we got three more days ’til friday
I’m just tryna make it back home by monday mornin’
I swear I wish somebody would tell me
Ooh, that's all I want

Don't just look around, look up too

Day 3
365 Day Project.

But when you talk about destruction
Don't you know you can count me out
Don't you know it's gonna be
All right

And who in her lonely slip, who by barbiturate,
who in these realms of love, who by something blunt,
and who by avalanche, who by powder,
who for his greed, who for his hunger,
and who shall I say is calling?

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

On a dismal cold day a stray bit of light caught this bloom

Cease to resist, giving my goodbye
drive my car into the ocean
you'll think i'm dead, but i sail away
on a wave of mutilation
a wave
wave

Your faith was strong, but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stare too long
I'd probably break down and cry
Oh, oh! Sweet child o' mine
Oh, oh, oh, oh! Sweet love of mine

It's not that transparency
of her earlier incarnations
now looked back on, weren't rich
and loaded with beautiful vulnerability
and now she knows
Now is greater
and she knows that
She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be

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Like the play of monotones across the entire image of el Arco at Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. Our cabin and balcony were on the correct side to watch these crags as Coral Princess crept past the end of the Baja Peninsula in the light of dawn.

A shot from back when I went thru a bit of a B&W selfie phase

Baby, slow down
The end is not as fun as the start
Please stay a child somewhere in your heart

So free for the moment
Lost somewhere between the earth and the sky
So free for the moment
Lost because I wanna be lost
Don't try to find me

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now, here he comes

But you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun, when it’s starts to snow
Only know you love her when you’ve let her go
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home
Only know you love her when you’ve let her go

Meet me out in Paris
I'll be on the elevator
Halfway up the Eiffel Tower
Halfway up to space

Something changes when she glances
Enough to teach you what romance is
With the right step they try their chances
Somewhere else
Please, don't watch me dancing
Don't watch me dancing

Open up my eyes and
Tell me who I am
Let me in on all your secrets
No inhibition, no sin
How deep is your love?

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Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places

You had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in the corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love

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We could've had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

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Spend my days locked in a haze
Trying to forget you babe
I fall back down
Gotta stay high all my life
To forget I'm missing you

But if you never try, you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Il n'y avait plus rien, non plus rien d'autre au
monde,
J'entends l'harmonica... mais on dirait un orgue,
Qui chante pour toi et pour moi,
Là-haut dans le ciel infini

I cut my hair off in the road
I take my coat off dropped my load
I wipe my hands on the grass
Coz' I know that nothing ever lasts
And I said
I'm just a killer for your love

Don't ask me when, but ask me why.
Dont ask me how, but ask me where.
There is a road. there is a way.
There is a place. there is a place.
I know places we can go babe

Forgot to turn on my water before the recent heat wave in Colorado's Front Range, these white veronica's are struggling to bloom.

Like the brilliant reds and yellows of these Goblin Blanket Flowers, native to Colorado's high mesa prairie ecosystem.
An 11 X 14 version was my 1st professional, framed sale to a friend for her new apartment.

Another of a series of Shasta daisies for Limes Wright comparison with UK coastal daisies.

A scraggly pair of Shasta daisies standing tall in our High Alpine Meadow, front yard, near Denver International Airport. Taken to share with Limes Wright after an excellent shot of UK seacoast Moon daisies.

Took this one at a local parade this morning.

Close up of a blossoming apple branch in front of the Grand Mercure Hotel, Xi'an, China.
This image is straight out of camera (SOOC).

From my series, "Your Heart Weighs Heavy On Me."
To view the entire set, please visit http://www.nicoram.net/yourheartweighsheavyonme

From my most recent series, "This Is Twice Now."
To view the entire set, please visit http://www.nicoram.net/thisistwicenow

Back in about 1975, I was driving up highway 89 to SLC. I passed this old guy and his wagon and hit the brakes hard.. I went back with my camera of course and struck up a conversation with him. He told me that every spring he leaves Tucson Az headed for Jackson Hole Wy to teach the the boy scouts survival training. I asked if I could take some pictures and he said why sure but most folks tip me a bit to help feed my boys here. I had no problem with that and this is what I came up with. I really thought these negatives were long gone. You can't imagine my excitement when I found them.

Back in about 1975, I was driving up highway 89 to SLC. I passed this old guy and his wagon and hit the brakes hard.. I went back with my camera of course and struck up a conversation with him. He told me that every spring he leaves Tucson Az headed for Jackson Hole Wy to teach the the boy scouts survival training. I asked if I could take some pictures and he said why sure but most folks tip me a bit to help feed my boys here. I had no problem with that and this is what I came up with. I really thought these negatives were long gone. You can't imagine my excitement when I found them.

Back in about 1975, I was driving up highway 89 to SLC. I passed this old guy and his wagon and hit the brakes hard.. I went back with my camera of course and struck up a conversation with him. He told me that every spring he leaves Tucson Az headed for Jackson Hole Wy to teach the the boy scouts survival training. I asked if I could take some pictures and he said why sure but most folks tip me a bit to help feed my boys here. I had no problem with that and this is what I came up with. I really thought these negatives were long gone. You can't imagine my excitement when I found them.

They call me The Wild Rose
but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day