It was easier taking down the Trekkie Continues printouts from my childhood bedroom ceiling than the Vampire Knight manga stuff. If things stayed the same, I could’ve been happy to make a connection with Morbius.

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It was easier taking down the Trekkie Continues printouts from my childhood bedroom ceiling than the Vampire Knight manga stuff. If things stayed the same, I could’ve been happy to make a connection with Morbius.
We had hardly sunk from view when the man flew past us on the road. Amid a rolling cloud of dust I caught a glimpse of a pale, agitated face – a face with horror in ever lineament, the mouth open, the eyes staring wildly in front.
"The Illustrated Sherlock Holmes Treasury" - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Alleyway by Glenn Pfab Photo Via Flickr: X100T
(not on view) Easter Sunday in Harlem
Easter Sunday in Harlem | Henri Cartier-Bresson | 1950s | Gelatin silver print | 49.0 x 32.8 cm. (19 5/16 x 12 15/16 in.)
http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/270095
Night by Glenn Pfab Photo Via Flickr: ........
somewhere, beyond the sea
Somewhere, hidden from me when the focus
Hide and Seek
Sometimes when you are seriously seeking something -- something important, deemed necessary, imperative even, the thing to do is give up.
The seeking itself heightens awareness so each item takes on new possibilities; we've taught our eyes and senses to pay attention to cues we might otherwise have been ignoring.
Sometimes, when you give it up, or "turn it over" to God, the Universe, Divine Energy, you find what you've been seeking, hidden in plain sight.
Yes, that happened tonight.
Yes, dancing felt lighter than air
and
Yes, nothing actually had changed.
Love,
Nancy
Who knew?