Do you have the lens cap??

She said no.

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Thu, 13 Nov 2025 03:58:00 +0000

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.

My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

--Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write (The saddest lines)

The Moon bends her arc…

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Thu, 21 Aug 2025 12:29:00 +0000

“Come with me home.

The stars rise, the moon bends her arc,

Each glowworm winks her spark,

Let us get home before night grows dark:

For clouds may gather

Though this is summer weather,

Put out the lights and drench us through;

Then if we lost our way what should we do?”

—“The Goblin Market” by Christina Rossetti

Creating a galaxy in a coffee cup

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Mon, 21 Oct 2024 22:30:00 +0000

"One who has drunk strong coffee not only appears more lively in the mirror, but also sees the image of himself more vividly." --Friedrich Nietzsche

Golden days

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Thu, 17 Aug 2017 12:43:00 +0000

"Oh, don't you wonder when the light begins to fade?
And the clock just makes the colors turn to grey
Forever younger growing older just the same
All the memories that we make will never change..."

Panic! at the Disco -- "Golden Days"

"O! would I were the golden light
That shines around thee now
As slumber shades the spotless white
Of that unclouded brow
It watches through each changeful dream
Thy features varied play
It meets thy waking eyes soft gleam
By dawn by opening day."
--Charlotte Bronte

Earth Jazz

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Mon, 25 Jul 2016 01:50:00 +0000

“The earth has its music for those who will listen” -- Reginald Vincent Holmes, Fireside Fancies

"...And now he's gone back up to space Where he won't have a hassle with the human race..."

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Mon, 11 Jul 2016 22:11:00 +0000

"...Rapture, be pure
Take a tour, through the sewer
Don't strain your brain, paint a train
You'll be singin' in the rain
I said don't stop, to punk rock

Well now you see what you wanna be
Just have your party on TV
'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars when the TV's on
And now he's gone back up to space
Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
And you hip-hop, and you don't stop
Just blast off, sure shot
'Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars
And now he only eats guitars, get up!"

--Rapture by Blondie

Original unprocessed photo can be seen here.

Open wound

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Mon, 11 Jul 2016 01:15:00 +0000

"Does the open wound in another's breast soften the pain of the gaping wound in our own? Or does the blood which is welling from another man's side staunch that which is pouring from our own? Does the general anguish of our fellow creatures lessen our own private and particular anguish? No, no, each suffers on his own account, each struggles with his own grief, each sheds his own tears.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Man in the Iron Mask

"Climbing the last light..."*

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Wed, 29 Jun 2016 11:18:00 +0000

*"Look! Look! he is climbing the last light Who knows neither Time nor error, and under Whose eye, unforgiving, the world, unforgiven, swings Into shadow." –from "Evening Hawk" by Robert Penn Warren

Thumbing a ride

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Sat, 04 Aug 2012 02:02:00 +0000

Flipping a switch

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Sat, 19 May 2012 22:09:00 +0000

"To me, the universe is simply a great machine which never came into being and never will end. The human being is no exception to the natural order. Man, like the universe, is a machine. Nothing enters our minds or determines our actions which is not directly or indirectly a response to stimuli beating upon our sense organs from without.” -Nikola Tesla.

”The usefulness of a cup is in its emptiness.” *

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 15:05:00 +0000

*Chinese proverb

"I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found?"*

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Fri, 08 Jul 2011 01:05:00 +0000

* From Emily Dickinson's poem 181 -- I lost a world

Singing love songs to Ganesha

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Tue, 28 Jun 2011 02:09:00 +0000

The butterflies all have stars in their eyes...

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Fri, 24 Jun 2011 00:51:00 +0000

Waving to the summer sky

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Wed, 22 Jun 2011 02:29:00 +0000

"...you think you’re the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning..."*

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Thu, 26 May 2011 14:27:00 +0000

*lyrics from "Dead Flowers" by the Rolling Stones

Canon in a canon. (aka Lens Cap visits Chickamauga Battlefield)

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Fri, 22 Apr 2011 00:23:00 +0000

The gloaming

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Tue, 19 Apr 2011 14:37:00 +0000

"...Unwinding the world like a ball of wool / Found the last end tied round his own finger."*

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Tue, 01 Feb 2011 02:19:00 +0000

*Quote taken from "Crow Sickened" by Ted Hughes.

The Mist

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Tue, 25 Jan 2011 17:02:00 +0000

Tomato, Tomahto

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Wed, 19 Jan 2011 03:04:00 +0000

He was a tomato, she was an iceberg. Their love was doomed from the start. He was red hot, she was cold as ice. Crossing a sea of asphalt, mere inches apart, yet those inches may as well have been miles. DAMN that sous chef and his lousy aim. Damn the cold, cruel world that made them yearn for what they could never possess. He should have listened more closely to his Mother when she said find a nice HEAD of iceberg and fall in love. But he was never good at following directions. His skin was too thick for it to sink in.

Always closer than you think.

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Mon, 10 Jan 2011 00:57:00 +0000

Down.

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Tue, 02 Nov 2010 14:44:00 +0000

Ragged.

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 02:25:00 +0000

Grace

noreply@blogger.com (Nicole) — Tue, 07 Sep 2010 18:41:00 +0000