do you hear me, talking to you.

occasionally, the inverse occurs, and mere words string together to invoke disparate thoughts, melding together and calling forth ideas, then teasing out the past -or suggesting a future, finally tumbling into a blossom of images.

a reverse photo-thought like that seems all the more potent, a final birth from vague concepts to concrete reality,

except that that reality only exists in a poignant 2D etch.

and invariably almost, thoughts of individuals, disparate through time and space, conjure up ideas of the bonds among, and in between.



[germany. berlin]
and a favourite appears again. an unassuming stranger who whips out those love-glasses at the last moment, and rather gleefully agrees to having his picture taken.

interesting ad in the back ground.




[germany. berlin]

/ lucky I'm in love with my best friend
/ lucky to have been where I have been


[thailand. nongkhai]
looking across to laos, and people since then.


/ lucky we're in love every way

/ lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
/ lucky to be coming home someday
-jason mraz

fight with faith (continued).

[thailand. chiang mai]

what happen when faith turns into a fallible object;
the all-knowing one becomes a scrap of a bygone moment.

or, what happens when it leaves you,
an apparent turn of favour,
an incomprehensible breakdown, abandonment, leaving you bereft.

What happens, whether dumper or dumpee, when we lose faith?

Is
(man + faith) > (man - faith) ?

then,
man - faith = ?

and even more that,
faith = hope + ?
faith -> man?

Assuming,
faith > man

Is it?
faith > man ?
....(?)... ~> faith

says cultural historian Paul S Boyer, author of When Time Shall Be No More: Prophecy Belief in Modern American Culture:

"It is deeply appealing at a psychological level because the idea of meaninglessness is deeply threatening. Human societies have always tried to create some kind of framework of meaning to give history and our own personal lives some kind of significance."

ross.

[ . all photos from Striderv ]

striderv:
"It was not identified but I would guess it was in the Montreal Quebec area where Ross grew up and sometime during, or just after, the war years."

ross mcnee:








the ago is an interesting place;
wondering; caught up in; endlessly seductive; then left spinning off in other concocted directions; perhaps never properly addressed-

lace of leaves.

[singapore. chinese gardens]

every once in a while comes the thought, we tend to forget- to look up, as do we neglect to shift, even if just for a breath of fresh air, the perspectives we hold, which form entrenched sediments over a lifetime.

almost by chance i turned upwards.

and then tried to frame off the rest of the mundane earthly world, to peel former associations and understandings, to take away taken-for-grantedness. leaves of a tree obscuring sky became dark patterns across a blue-white patch. and it seems i could appreciate them anew.


... and by the way, for skies further than current latitudes and longitudes,


[ . from http://cloudappreciationsociety.org/ ]

october's cloud is the contrail. man-made, but still a cloud.

before this was the no-idea-how-or-why-it-is-formed clouds,
...............the mamma;

retro > brotherhood

10+ 1 photos from ago:

these spoke of camaderie,
joy, certainty, bonds;
of comradeship,
companionship.

and really, at the risk of sounding overwrought-
oh! to have a shoulder to put an arm around!







[ . uploaded by Striderv]



[ .by VARONES!]


[ .by aimeedars]


[ .by signs and wonders]



and then this, spoke loudest of all.
they stand apart, fists clasped protectively in front.
another behind, languid.
who were they to each other before fate threw both into a path of combat.

(brothers.)


[. uploaded by Striderv ]

captioned: "Ross and his Brother in Uniform"