I dreamed I was a butterfly …

“I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?” — Zhuangzi 

The Sentinel

“Every step you take, I’ll be watching you …”

Lunar Eclipse Beach Walk

Flamenco Dancer

Dance is the hidden language of the soul. — Martha Graham

Spent most of last week working late in the evenings and didn’t have time to shoot and post new stuff. Got a couple emails from students asking my permission to use some of my dancer photos for their school projects. Looked back at what I posted in a few years ago and felt quite embarrassed with my sloppy ps works back then. Decided to clean up my old Flamenco Dancer photo.

I am but a shape that stands here

They hail me as one living,
But don’t they know
That I have died of late years,
Untombed although?

I am but a shape that stands here,
A pulseless mould,
A pale past picture, screening
Ashes gone cold.

Not at a minute’s warning,
Not in a loud hour,
For me ceased Time’s enchantments
In hall and bower . . .

From The Dead Man Walking, by Thomas Hardy
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In memories of my late friend, Jeff, who struggled for years with depressions before ending his own life. Jeff could never walked around with ease … clenched fists … stiff body as if he were always in a fight … Life goes on, but sometimes, I do miss my friend …