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Photo 101 – Day Six: Connect

In this age of social media, we hear the word connect often, don’t we? Connect with us on Facebook! Connect with me on LinkedIn! Given what today’s technologies can do, it feels like the world is getting smaller, and we’re more connected than ever before.
There are many ways to interpret this theme: from a gadget to a handshake, from a bridge to a gathering among friends. What’s yours?

day6 -- connectTo me…

Every one of us
Is connected
When we embrace
That connection
And realize that
Not only are we
Connected to one another
But to all living things
And to the universe
Then life becomes
The happiness that it is meant to be.

We are here
To experience
To live
To learn.

There are a few here
On this realm of existence
Who have evolved
Who are willing
To share their knowledge
Wisdom and love.

All one needs to do
Is to begin the search
Open your eyes
Your mind
Your heart
Let that natural goodness prevail.

This connection
That we all share
Will someday get us to where
We all so desperately crave to be
Living in joy
Living in peace
Where all of us are truly free…


A balcony And A Glass Of Red Wine


One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters…But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.
― Charles Baudelaire



“She met a boy and called him Stargazer because instead of poems, he recited the names of constellations. He said the freckles on his arms were roadmaps to the sky, and the bruises that he carried were supernovas in disguise.
-Alaska Gold, Stargazer

My Daffodils

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Nodding to the song of humming birds
Daffodil speaks whispered words
To the sunshine as it spills
It’s golden hue on petals trims
Bending on a green stem
Honeybees dance around them
Ruffled collar, white and yellow bloom
Bursting buds chase winter’s gloom
Gone the rains and bitter chill
Banished by the daffodil

Our Georgia Bloom

Georgia bloom

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There’s a flower that grows where people can’t find her you know they’d pick her but she won’t show she won’t show when love is her rain only then she’ll grow send me the rain send me the rain for Georgia bloom her truth is her sunlight not for those who bend with un-pure hearts her love is forever yeah i said forever without end with out end send me the rain send me the rain for Georgia bloom for Georgia bloom one day i’ll find her and she’ll be mine forever oh till the end of time send me the rain send me the rain for Georgia bloom send me the rain for Georgia bloom oh Georgia bloom oh Georgia bloom

by: George Harrington