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hello friends [Dec. 7th, 2009|03:21 am]

Hello- I started this community a few years back and there has not been alot of posting as of late.
I am hoping that will change...

feel free to post whatever you wish. Post pictures and poems, etc. Whatever you find to be beautiful.

Share beauty,
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(no subject) [Oct. 26th, 2008|12:08 pm]

The fall news letter from the Sleeping Giant Park Association has a poem contributed by one of our members. The editor chose to lay it over one of my photos. I rather like the result. The newsletter is black and white and I think the photo works well in B&W too.
cross posted from LJ
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This community is all invited to submit to a new webzine [Jun. 23rd, 2008|11:19 pm]

Chaos Theory now welcomes submissions for its Summer 2008 inaugural issue - poetry (formal, free verse, or any combination of both), narrative nonfiction, personal experience and slice of life essays, scientific and travel and journalistic nonfiction, short fiction, profiles of and interviews with local or international 'interesting people' or worthwhile projects, graphic art, photography, scanned or photographic images of any kind of visual art, etc.

We are honored to accept work of varying kinds and styles and generally will not turn down submissions unless the content is obscene or hateful and without accompanying artistic or intellectual worth.

For now please send submissions to my email (Cristina Deptula at cedeptula@sbcglobal.net) or comment here with a short description of and a link to your work. We hope to soon designate a team of editors to review various types of material but for now I would be happy to disseminate the information.

Please pass on the word to anyone else who needs a soapbox for his/her cause and can speak coherently about the matter, to anyone else with some unique artistic endeavor, to anyone else who's creating something interesting or elegant or informative and whom you believe should have a larger audience.

You may find us on LiveJournal at chaos_zine or here on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=20763137372&ref=mf
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(no subject) [Mar. 31st, 2008|06:11 pm]


To have stood in such a place when the amber, orange and red of autumn soften the
mountain's stark beauty. To have breathed the sweet fresh air and felt the warm
sun on my face just a few days before snow covered it all in winter's white mantle.
Surely there is magic in the world.

Paradise Park, Mt. Hood, October 27, 2003

“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.
Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows
into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness
into you, and the storms their energy, while cares
will drop off like autumn leaves.” - John Muir
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Writer's Block: Charmed, I'm Sure [Mar. 4th, 2008|07:03 pm]

What is a "charmed life"?
Sucking mango juice that's burst out of the fruit as it runs down the length of my forearm with the low late afternoon sun burning red. Waking to a cottage garden outside my bedroom window and a couple of pups snuggled together on their bed. Lying listless in a hemp hammock with icy lemonade only a stretch away. Having a shack out back that is filled with light, plants and good amount of space to paint and create art in.

Of course there is the meaning of the phrase true and unchanged:A life of guaranteed good fortune or invulnerability, by virtue of a charm or spell. However, that is not quite what I had in mind when I first read it. There are particular things that I would love to have guaranteed such as financial security and basic good health (healthy weight, good blood pressure, etc). Otherwise, I have to say, some of the best things have come from how everything is so incredibly not guaranteed.

I met Destiny's mom yesterday- Had I not known any better I would have sworn she is not a mom at all. Destiny told me her mom went crazy after a car accident, asked me not to laugh. She told me today that her grandmother told her that she hates her.
Jennifer wrote in her paper how she is scared at night because the cops take people away for being bad. She talks about Mexico with a fondness, yet I am sure her family risked everything to sneak her into the ghetto to give her a "better life".
Auleria cried this afternoon because other girls don't want to work with her because she takes their things. There was nothing to take, but still, they didn't want to share a space with her. She said she was dumb and no one liked her- she knows because her family said so.
Pedro comes to school everyday in the same clothes. His undershirt is different and he is a small boy, but his pants are getting shorter on him by the week.
My life today, though riddled with everything but a guarantee of good fortune or invulnerability, seems quite charmed indeed when I look at my kids. Somedays it's hard. I look out onto my students and I am amazed at their ability to survive. Some even manage to thrive. They come to school and do their best to giggle and find some joy in the smog filled, days of drive-bys, poverty, stray dogs, cheap hand me downs and broken families. Somewhere in the midst of all of that, I look at my kids and see hope in their eyes. Therein lies an innocence, still. That innocent hope that everything will be alright, that they will grow up and get out and show this world a thing or two. That alone brings a charm unto itself that I hope never ends, and eventually pulls them through.
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(no subject) [Aug. 19th, 2006|11:14 am]


Life Is Like A Butterfly

I saw a beautiful butterfly in flight
And how it enlightened my life.
For one bright, fleeting instant,
I forgot about my problems and strife.

It hovered over the succulent vegetation
Until its wings began to spread,
And then it glided toward the bed of flowers
Of orange, pink, and red.

I thought how fragile this butterfly -
The same is true of life
which comes and goes so quickly
When we become entangled in worldly strife.

Take time to enjoy the offerings of nature,
Make the best of each emerging day,
For life lingers like the delicate butterfly,
It sort of silently flutters away.

Joseph T. Renaldi
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WOrds of WIsdom [Jun. 25th, 2006|06:22 am]

[music |Cat Stevens-Can't Kee It In]

Hello friends!

I had a friend send these quotes to me and wanted to pass them along as they definately ring true.
I hope that you enjoy them.

Words to live byCollapse )
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Another photographic world tour :) [Jun. 16th, 2006|05:22 pm]

Greece - Port of Gialos

Japanese gift shop/market: http://community.webshots.com/photo/551206571/2284918330092294334jBWFCe

Scenic tree and sky scene in Japan: http://community.webshots.com/photo/551206571/2230446090092294334msINOh

Moscow, Russia: http://community.webshots.com/photo/551326811/2762539400071349617aOWuiL

Time for lunch - soup, pasta, and salad in Russia: http://community.webshots.com/photo/551326811/2016525300071349617MVwROY

French Polynesian panorama: http://community.webshots.com/photo/70838234/1070839270025767562xtkBGL

Swiss Alps: http://community.webshots.com/photo/497536841/1497539348017316690KsvTgG

Turkish clothing bazaar: http://community.webshots.com/photo/549711903/2653676920038283624dRQZHT

Rocks and trees in Turkey: http://community.webshots.com/photo/549711903/2829373750038283624ZYtcyB

Yasur volcano on the Melanesian island of Vanuatu: http://community.webshots.com/photo/547867671/2465478720025665264avUzDL

City View, Auckland, New Zealand: http://community.webshots.com/photo/548579595/2124518800085239097sHgGIz
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(no subject) [May. 10th, 2006|09:17 am]

One more picture from the trip to San Fran. Strybing Arboretum is a wonderful place - beautiful, peaceful, magical. Sometimes a little extra magic happens. This little critter just wouldn't hold still for a picture though. :)
Click on the picture to get a Hi-res version.
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(no subject) [May. 7th, 2006|07:47 pm]

From my trip to the left coast last month - Mt. Tamalpias State Park, descending from Alice Eastwood Camp to Muir Woods. Redwood forests are pure magic. (Click on the picture to get a Hi-res version.)
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