The French Toast Cafeteria.

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Анна Голубовская

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Odessa

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Once, I was walking my friends Jack Russell and he (the dog) was pulling on the lead so I decided to race him up the hill we were walking up. I had been doing sprints up this hill frequently and so I dug in and was actually just able to run ahead of him. Although the dog wasn’t super fit, it was a tough race! The win was especially sweet as I could tell he was in a bad mood about it. He completely stopped running and refused to start again.

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Me and my landlord were laughing at the fact that our new neighbours were complaining about our old neighbour who sold them his house – he took with him every single plant in the garden as well as the tree. Caveat emptor!

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I realised recently one of the reasons I've been so obsessed with the past, and photographing whats left of it. It was my grans house. Walking into it was like a time warp. The kitchen was filled with wood panels. I felt very safe and loved around her and at her house. Good enough just as I was. I loved playing, singing and going wild in the garden. It was a happy place. When she died, it was at the tail end of my childhood; it marked the end of an era. She passed away in summer and took the sun with her. I became very quiet around this time, and it took well into my 20s to get comfortable in my own skin again. I'll never stop chasing the past. Sending all of my love to you Gran. <3

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I was observing my own behaviour in a group environment recently and I thought it was interesting. I naturally avoid groups. It’s never my priority to be in the centre of one, in fact, I go out of my way to stay just on the outside. I prefer one-on-one interactions. I’ve realised that it can be powerful to initially establish a slight distance from a group you haven’t chosen for yourself (i.e work colleagues). You stay beyond influence, and don’t have to rely on group consensus to make your next move. I freelance as a graduation photographer. The other day, the photography team were all in a group and I literally just went into a quiet area to sit on my own because I didn’t feel like chatting to anyone. I don’t use a smart phone (I think scrolling on social media is kind of trashy behaviour in public–it’s wise to stay off it) and I forgot my book, so I just sat drinking green tea and staring at the wall/ thinking. I realised I really love doing this! I couldn’t be bothered pretending to do something normal. I didn’t want to. I just wanted to sit and think. It’s maybe being partially deaf that makes me not love groups, but I actually also can get really bored (!!!) by other peoples conversations unless it’s really deep or interests me. I like to communicate in my own way. I got to know the team individually. Some of them were amazing! Had really great one-on-one conversations. The funny thing was, that a couple of times when I had sat on my own to get away from everyone, a group ended up forming round me which I thought was really sweet.

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Spain

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I’ve discovered an age-old formula… if you want something, ask for it, and then don’t stop asking until you get it. You get better at spotting the gatekeepers.

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Peaceful Antarctica l NSF

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Puppy is one with nature 

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I love when waiters give you intel on what’s good and what to avoid on the menu. I always ask. If they can’t reveal their preference, I don’t trust any of their recommendations. One recently told me that everything on the menu was nice. I just thought, ‘ugh… how bland. I don’t trust you.’ Being a great waiter is a dance between discretion and being someones new best friend for an hour.

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Man greeted by Otter Pup in the water 

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I just bought a rare first edition bible on the web!! Signed by Mathew, Mark, Luke and John, and it even has a foreword written by Jesus! Just kidding. Have a happy Easter everyone. Of the stories in the new testament, Easter is my favourite one of all. Jesus goes through the most horrendous time, and then it’s all over. Calm ensues. The story jumps to a garden. It’s quiet. Peaceful. The calm after the storm. The weather throughout this story beautifully mirrors where Jesus is in his intense journey. What he is going through. It reminds me of however terrible a situation is, it is not forever. Calm will return some day. Think what you want about organised religion etc. (not always good-though seems more responsible days) but there is no denying that Jesus is a very cool guy. In every single way. He is the ultimate zen master. If I could be anyone, I would absolutely be him.

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“We’re unpacking it, little by little. She held us all together. Always made sure there was food on the table, always washed our clothes, always took care of me when I was sick.  But she was fierce when we were kids. She’d get angry with me, zero to a hundred, in a second. I could never understand why. I know she had a tough upbringing: Guatemala, small town, no father. And I’ve had my own share of demons. It’s been a twenty-year struggle with alcohol. I would come over here completely blacked out, blasting music, acting like a dirtbag. There are neighbors in this building who still won’t talk to me. I also said some hurtful things to my dad. He wanted nothing to do with me in his final years. But I’m seven months sober now, so God willing we’re done with all that. Little by little I’m trying to be the man of the household. I’m suppressing old feelings and just trying to help her be comfortable. I’m not a good cook. But I kill it for breakfast. So on Saturdays I make breakfast: eggs, beans, bread, soup. She’s a very good soup eater. I try to get everyone seated at the table, and involve my daughters in the conversation. Afterwards I line up some good entertainment. She likes the television. When it’s warm I’ll take her to the park. A few months ago I brought her to a soccer game at the Red Bull Arena. It was Colombia vs Guatemala, too perfect. My father was Colombian, so we’re all half-and-half. I maxed out my credit card and bought the whole family tickets. It was unbelievable. A year ago I wouldn’t have even been able to enjoy it. I’d have been drinking beers nonstop. I’d probably have blacked out by halftime. But I was completely sober, watching the field, watching my family enjoy the game. My mom was loving it. She was cheering like crazy. Wearing her Guatemalan jersey.  Guatemalan flags everywhere, and lots of quetzals, the national bird. She was in heaven. I honestly think it was one of the best days of her life. Of course I’m seeing how happy she is, and I’m like damn. I only wish my dad was here to see all this.”