Weekly Photo Challenge: Possibilities

It’s a good day to turn a year older.

There are many things on my mind

but I can’t complain.

I am in a beautiful place. (Adelaide,Australia)

Doing some of the things I love to do.

(working, talking about a program I love, collaborating, taking risks, learning, writing and taking photos)

Big picture, I am totally stoked and wouldn’t have spent my birthday any other way.

I do have to admit,

that I need some time to mull over all that has transpired these past few days.

Right now though, it’s enough that I stop for a moment and acknowledge that a year has just ended.

So here’s to the best of possibilities and what’s next.

To a brand new year ahead…my room with a view of central market

To possibilities of Abandon

Photowalk in an unfamiliar place

Going with the flow ...

Wondering how the three days will go…Happy Feet in Adelaide.

Counting down the days till I face a new year...

Possibilities

By Wislawa Szymborska

I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking people
to myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintain
that reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love’s concerned, nonspecific anniversaries
that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.
I prefer the earth in civvies.
I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms’ fairy tales to the newspapers’ front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven’t mentioned here
to many things I’ve also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being.

From “Nothing Twice”, 1997
Translated by S. Baranczak & C. Cavanagh

grateful slice:  the promise of possibilities

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3 comments

  1. Crossroad Cursed

    You know, I’m starting to realize that too much of you is testosterone draining. I’d better go watch a Van Damme and scream at the top of my lungs before school tomorrow, or else people might thing I’m someone else.

  2. Pingback: How I Learned to Love 2011 « You are Here.

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