Buddha number 2 (the photo has its defects)
Close up of a post card (don’t remember where it’s from or who sent it)
This is what I always aspired to.This constant awareness of humanity, of suffering, of doing the right thing and understanding (and acting upon the knowledge of) mortality and love.
I never practiced hard or long enough, but it is still something I can try to do every day. I always found that art of any kind that captures this combination of love and sorrow and love again moves me in ways nothing else does.
Lonely Roads on Flickr.
I walk a lonely road - the only one that I have ever known.
Don’t know where it goes - but it’s only me and I walk alone….
I walk this empty street, on the boulevard of broken dreams…
I walk alone.
My shadow is the only one that walks beside me.
Cold and hungry, I must keep moving.
Sometimes I wish someone out there would find me.
Until then, I walk alone.
The Feral Cat project.
Black Cat Appreciation Day. So here are some black cats….