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A brief-yet-ongoing journal of all things Carmi. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll reach for your mouse to click back to Google. But you'll be intrigued. And you'll feel compelled to return following your next bowl of oatmeal. With brown sugar. And milk.
"I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars."(And what of Will and Kate's Excellent Royal Wedding Adventure? Dispense with the royal over-the-top-ness - commemorative his-and-hers tea-stirrers, anyone? - and you have a young couple starting their life together. At the end of the day, that's the only thing that matters. Much happiness to them both.)
"Nothing changes until something moves."With all this largely unfounded talk about the Large Hadron Collider possibly finding the vaunted God Particle - or, if you're a Big Bang Theorista, the Higgs Boson - I thought a brief perspective from the man who rewrote the study of modern physics might be in order.
About this photo: Thematic Photographic. Please be seated. You know the rest. Go here. Please. Thank you.Being seated doesn't universally align with doing nothing. In Noah's case, he'll peg the energy needle no matter how his body is oriented. It's who he is, and it's a joy to watch and absorb - as I so often do when the weather's just right and we hit the park for some well-deserved runaround time.
About this photo: We're asking Thematic participants to please be seated this week. Learn more about this process - and how you can be a part of it - by clicking here.It isn't entirely clear to me why children - specifically my children - feel compelled to dig holes in the sand when they go to the beach. They get dirty. Very dirty. And the hholes themselves almost invite adults to learn first-hand how fast 9.8 metres/second squared feels like as they face plant at the bottom.
"Art is never finished, only abandoned."Your turn: How do you define "art"?
Leonardo Da Vinci
About this photo: We're slowly drawing this week's Let Treedom Ring theme to a close. I'll post a new theme tomorrow (Friday)*, but it's still not too late for you to squeeze another tree pic in under the wire. Just click here.It was a grey afternoon, the kind of day that normally wouldn't make for great photography. But between kidlings and life in general, I don't always have as much time as I'd like to simply walk around with my camera. So I can't pick and choose my photo days: Even if the weather's makes for lousy light, I've got to take what I've been given.
"You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day brings a miracle of its own. It's just a matter of paying attention to this miracle."
If everyone was satisfied with himself, there would be no heroes.Your turn: Who's your hero? Why?
About this photo: Thematic is letting treedom ring this week, and you can, too. If none of this makes any sense - or even if it does - just go here.I always feel a little melancholy whenever I see a stump, especially one that formerly supported a huge tree. I get the whole circle-of-life thing, that nothing lives forever and at some point it makes decent sense for Mother Nature to simply move on. But nothing takes away from the forlorn feel of a cut-off stump. It makes you wonder what once was, and whether we're doing enough to replace what we've lost.
About this photo: It's tree week all week long. Follow your mouse here to get in on the barked action.I was on walking home after dropping the little man off at a nearby friend's house for a playdate. To avoid the mid-afternoon, mid-summer heat, I detoured onto a walking path that traces the route of a nearby creek.
"The best argument against democracy is a five minute conversation with the average voter."
"There has never been a statue erected to the memory of someone who let well enough alone."Julles Ellinger
"We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out."Your turn: A new week beckons us all. In the days to come, how are you going to let the proverbial beautiful stuff out?
About this photo: It's Thematic's windows week, and we're focusing our lenses on windows of all kinds. Please click here if you'd like to share in the fun.Disclosure: This is the development where my in-laws spend their winters. It's known as Century Village East (wiki), and at various times, many of their generation have made this place their winter home.
"Don't think there are no crocodiles because the water is calm."Ominous-sounding, isn't it? How do you find, and avoid, the proverbial crocodiles?
About this photo: It's Thematic's "By land, sea or air" week, and we're asking everyone - including you - to share whatever comes to mind. The fun starts here.My daughter always spots them first. Dots on the horizon, slowly crossing the shipping lanes that run north-south just off Florida's coast. Where they're going is a mystery to us, as is their cargo. But for a moment on a sunny, sandy beach, I get to stand with her and wonder what is and what might be.
"I have seen what a laugh can do. It can transform almost unbearable tears into something bearable, even hopeful. ”I always liked Bob Hope. His humor had a certain gentleness to it that somehow managed to touch me from my earliest years. Now that I'm well removed from those early years, looking at perspectives like these gives me even more insight into why he was special.
"All endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time."Mr. Albom is one of my favorite writers, a deft observer of humanity whose work never fails to move me. Every time I think about loss, I'm reminded of this quote. It may be hard to see the truth of it when you're floating through the foggy middle of life-chaos, but his words ring true when viewed through the broader perspective of history.
About this photo: Thematic celebrates all things land, sea or air this week. You can, too, by pointing your mouse here.I seem to remember there being far more of these models-under-glass in the world when I was a kid than there are now. The spread of virtual reality, wireless-everywhere and mobility in our pockets seems to have taken the magic out of these three-dimensional representations of what might be. Which is a pity, because I can still remember how much fun I had every time we stumbled across one in a lobby somewhere. I'd look at these microworlds and wonder what they'd ultimately look like when they were really built.
"You cannot depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus."Your turn: If Mr. Twain is right, how are we supposed to get our imaginations in focus?