I found the best light in the dark. — Arturo Macias Uceda
While families may be getting together throughout the holiday season, photographers will be getting together for another Leanne Cole and Laura Macky’s Monochrome Madness on Leanne’s blog later on today. We can all be extremely thankful for Leanne’s dedication and hard work in putting this together weekly and to all of the creative and very talented cast of international contributors.
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“Love is a friendship set to music.” — Joseph Campbell
Aadays Tisai Aadays
In a Gondola
The moth’s kiss, first!
Kiss me as if you made believe
You were not sure, this eve,
How my face, your flower, had pursed
Its petals up; so, here and there
You brush it, till I grow aware
Who wants me, and wide open I burst.
The bee’s kiss, now!
Kiss me as if you enter’d gay
My heart at some noonday,
A bud that dares not disallow
The claim, so all is rendered up,
And passively its shattered cup
Over your head to sleep I bow.
Robert Browning
“To photograph is to hold one’s breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality.
It’s at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.”
— Henri Cartier-Bresson
“Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.” — Oscar Wilde
Ah! on Thanksgiving day….
When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more,
And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before.
What moistens the lips and what brightens the eye?
What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie?
~John Greenleaf Whittier
Pioneer Mother
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Whither thou goest I will go
Where Thou lodgest I will Lodge
Thy people shall be my people
And thy God my God
Wherever there is light, one can photograph. — Alfred Stieglitz
It’s always a mystery as to what fabulous photos will appear on Leanne’s blog later today. This will be the 39th week of Leanne Cole and Laura Macky’s Monochrome Madness event. No passport will be required to view the images on display of the talented photographers from all over the world.
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. — Stanley Horowitz
“It’s not the beginning or the destination that counts. It’s the ride in between.”
― David Baldacci, The Christmas Train
Maverick Mist 