On the way to PASCA (opposite the public toilets)

There is no failure until as we continue to make an effort.

On the way and back from the Moulin Tuesday-8th.

Av.a.tar: noun; chiefly Hinduism

* a manifestion of a deity or released soul in bodily form on earth; an incarnate divine teacher.

*computing: a movable icon representing a person in cyberspace or virtual reality graphics

*embodiment of a person or idea

ORIGIN: from Sanskrit, avatara 'decent' from ava 'down' + tar 'to cross'

KittyPower on the bridge opposite PASCA - Sunday 6th

Morning walk to PASCA - Wednesday 2nd Sept

Lensflare to my advantage

4 Links to Visit:

Found some absolutely captivating photos and a video installation.

Aspirations and Inspiration:

Ashes and Snow

Civilization by Marco Brambilla

14 Phenomenal natural wonders of the world

Most viewed flickr photos 2009

Before Sunset and Sunrise

(The garden opposite PASCA on a Monday afternoon)

We'll lay in the garden
Where were bury our souls into the ground
Today we'll lay in the garden
We will lift, lift our souls from out of the grave."

- Linda perry (vocalist of 4nonblondes)

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(Monday night in my room in Pont Aven)

Pertaining to my question on melancholia by an insatiatable proliferation of love towards an impalpable space of comfort,

I was once told that distance is only a ploy,

a poetic device, a means to make an end, magnificent.

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Trevijnon Beach on Sunday - 12km from Pont Aven

'it's very important you get the mood in the picture..'

As four o'clock rolled around the natural light began to fade

And you blamed me for all the new shadows

Cursing under your breath

Pawing through your bag muttering something about how I might pass for human

If you could get this one in black and white

And I curled up

My body contorted into a shape your camera may or may not mistake for real

As long as I kept my eyes my raw lips and chattering teeth carefully hidden

Wrapping my arms tightly around my cold skin trying to contain the shiver

Concealing the faded glow in my eyes

And what was left of my wings

While you touched me

Without permission

Open Spaces - Bus Ride to Pont Aven

The heavy billowing tufts hovering over the expanse of the horizon almost mirrored my state of mind on the way to art school.

The air carried the burden of a lingering excitement that was suspended over an open canvas of thought that begged to be touched upon by new ideas, experiences and a definite direction.