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I Am The Queen Of Introspection
Lying in the quiet of the night, I’m often reminded of a line from a classic Simon and Garfunkel song, “The Sounds Of Silence”, “Hello darkness, my old friend.” It’s during these silent moments that I converse with myself, navigating the intricate pathways of my thoughts, feelings, and emotions. This is my realm. I am the queen of introspection. Life has thrown its fair share of curveballs, and with each experience, I’ve taken a step back to understand it, to see how it fits into the bigger picture of my journey. Many may see this as overthinking or overanalyzing, but for me, it’s my way of connecting the dots. As…
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The Midnight Owl’s Unspoken Story
In a forest swathed in the velvety embrace of the night, an enigma called the Midnight Owl reigned. This owl, with plumage as dark as the inky black sky and eyes that shimmered like a nebula, was no ordinary creature. It was said that this owl knew every secret, every whisper of the trees, every heartache of the beasts, and every dream of the stars. The Midnight Owl was a keeper of stories, a guardian of memories, and an observer of all things under the night’s canopy. Yet, there was one tale that the owl didn’t know: the story of you. Every night, when the world lay blanketed in silence,…
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Of Cakes And Conspiracies
The knife used to cut the cake of celebration is the same one that inevitably gets used to stab one in the back, is an idea that recently came to me, harsh as a proverb, and laced with the kind of wisdom that is usually earned through a painful sequence of experiences. It wasn’t until the undulating waves of life had crashed upon my shores a few more times that I truly understood its depth, its reality, and its almost predestined inevitability. I recall the early days of my ambitious youth, days colored with the hues of success and nights scented with the fragrance of victory. Those were the times…
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Car Ads: Where Reality Takes A Backseat!
I once strutted into a car dealership in Albany, New York, fancying myself the next Ansel Adams of automobile photography. I had my camera slung over one shoulder, my portfolio bursting with shots of shiny hubcaps and dramatic rearview mirror reflections, and a confident glint in my eye. But the hiring manager took one look at my resume, pushed up his glasses, and said, “I see you’ve captured the essence of a ’67 Mustang in the golden hour, but where’s your college degree?” I was flabbergasted. Who knew you needed a diploma to snap a picture of a gently used sedan? If you’re like me, you’ve probably sat on your…
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Whispers In The Cosmos: Reflections At Dawn
The dim light of dawn seeped through my curtains far too early this morning, disturbing a sleep I might have wished endless. In the quiet, with the world around me still lost in dreams, my mind wandered to the heavens. I gazed out my window at the stars, those mysterious spheres of incandescent gas that burn with fervent passion millions of miles from our grasp. They twinkled indifferently, not just as celestial ornaments, but as profound reminders of our mortality, reminding me of our minute existence in the grand vastness of the universe. Each flicker resonated within me, an echo of the unsettling truth that our time here is but…
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Moss Glen Falls
Moss Glen FallsGranville, Vermont, United States October 2023
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Show Me Something That Nobody Else Has Seen
October 2023
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In The Eyes Of A Child
October 2023
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Vermont Rail System 403
October 2023
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Soo Line 377409
October 2023
