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Illustration Friday – Star gazing

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Illustration Friday – Ripple

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Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory.
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— Haruki Murakami
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Illustration Friday – Trail

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Illustration Friday – Cocoon

Where do I go? I asked. I have come a long way, through hills and valleys and seas.
Just ahead, just ahead, just a little bit further, said the girl with the ravens in her hair.

Illustration Friday – Ahead
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Entangled with each other so, unsleeping one,
together we will outsleep the night.

- Galway Kinnell

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Illustration Friday – Confined
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In that place between dreaming and waking, everything is a blur.

Illustration Friday – Blur
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One day he’ll be in the sky again.

Illustration Friday – Flying

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Illustration Friday – Patterns
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.Though she wouldn’t speak, her thoughts formed patterns on everything around her.
.It was a secret no longer.
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Part of a series of illustrations.
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Illustration Friday – Contagious

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They told the broken dancer that she’d never dance again.

I can  dance, she said.

No, they said, you’re broken. And they left her alone in the dark.

Then one day they found her on the floor with wings at her back and with a quiet smile she flew up into the sky.
And danced and danced and danced.
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Illustration Friday – Impossibility
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When we’re swamped with work and thinking of all the photos that we have to take and all the deadlines that
we have to meet, we sometimes forget the reasons why we started taking pictures. So we’ve put up this blog
not as a place  to showcase our best work  but a place where we go back to the pure bliss of capturing the world -
the colorful and the faded, the lost and the lonely, the hopeful and the happy, the painful and the poignant, the
beautiful and the strange.
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There are no whys or hows behind each photo there. Just stories and questions and feelings and seeing things
with new eyes. Some (or many) photos may not even be particularly beautiful but each one is a moment captured
- a moment that’s happening once, and only once, in the entire history of universe. A moment that passes by too
fast and will never happen again. And if we’ve captured a few of those, well, that’s enough for us. It’s always these
little moments that matter.
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http://www.happygaraje.com/photoblog

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Oh these little earthquakes

Here we go again

- Tori Amos

Illustration Friday – Poise

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