my favorite photo

Jardim Botânico, Rio de Janeiro, em 20 de setembro de 2008

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ken smith

my favorite photographer

masao yamamoto

so good to explore... we feel, we look, we float... something changes... forever. beautiful and powerful images. simple. i can't explain. déjà vu.

interesting. i just read the same thoughts, the same feelings about these images... even similar words or ideas... floating ... inexplicable ... déjà vu. what is it that connects us all?

sebastião salgado

"In the early morning, after a night of walking, refugees hide themselves under the trees to avoid the surveillance of Ethiopian airplanes. The government did not want the population of Tigre to pass to the Sudan. Ethiopia, 1985."

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"Are we condemned to be largely spectators? Can we affect the course of events? Can we claim 'compassion fatigue' when we show no sign of consumption fatigue?"
—Sebastião Salgado

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http://www.institutoterra.org/eng/index.htm

where are you going?

Where are you going, with your long face pulling down?
Don’t hide away, like an ocean
But you can’t see, but you can smell
And the sound waves crash down

I am no superman
I have no answers for you
I am no hero, oh that’s for sure
But I do know one thing for sure
Is where you are, is where I belong
I do know, where you go, is where I want to be

Where are you going, where do you go?
Are you looking for answers, to questions under the stars?
If along the way you are growing weary,
you can rest with me until a brighter day
It’s okay, where are you going, where do you go?

I am no superman
I have no answers for you
I am no hero, oh that’s for sure
But I do know one thing for sure
Is where you are, is where I belong
I do know, where you go, is where I want to be

Where are you going, where do you go?
Are you looking for answers, where do you go?

Where are you going?
Where do you go?
Let’s go.

Dave Matthews Band

over all

The Way never does anything,
and everything gets done.
If those in power could hold to the Way,
the ten thousand things
would look after themselves.
If even so they tried to act,
I'd quiet them with the nameless,
the natural.

In the unnamed, in the unshapen,
is not wanting.
In not wanting is stillness.
In stillness all under heaven rests.

Lao Tzu: Tao Te Ching
New English Version by
Ursula K. Le Guin