And So It Is...

God is love, so I love others. Passion makes life exciting so find something to live for.

Inward / Outward

My True Character
Thomas Merton


To say that I am made in the image of God is to say that love is the reason for my existence, for God is love. Love is my true identity. Selflessness is my true self. Love is my true character. Love is my name.

Source: New Seeds of Contemplation

—I’ve always loved love and this just made my heart so happy!!

Last of the photos from my SoHobo shots. Do you see that sticker?! “Kill & Shop & Kill & Shop” ?? What’s that ??

Photos by LindsNicole

Last of the photos from my SoHobo shots. Do you see that sticker?! “Kill & Shop & Kill & Shop” ?? What’s that ??

Photos by LindsNicole

Same two photos from my SoHobo shots. AGAIN..two diff looks but I love them both! One is a warm vintage grunge and the other is sharper more intense grunge…you know?

Photos by LindsNicole

Same 3 photos from my SoHobo shots. Three different looks &since I love them all, I couldn’t only post one!

Photos by LindsNicole

Well…so much for SoHobo couldn’t find one hobo (not even the lady who’s normally posted up with her lawn chair on the corner of Grand and Wooster.  AND the sanitation guy reading a DESIGN Mag while guarding his big rubbermaid garbage pulley and broom, opted out of a photo. So…the grunge and graffiti made up for the theme I was going for. I suppose.

Photos by LindsNicole

Well…so much for SoHobo couldn’t find one hobo (not even the lady who’s normally posted up with her lawn chair on the corner of Grand and Wooster.  AND the sanitation guy reading a DESIGN Mag while guarding his big rubbermaid garbage pulley and broom, opted out of a photo. So…the grunge and graffiti made up for the theme I was going for.

I suppose.

Photos by LindsNicole

A Brook In The City

The farmhouse lingers, though averse to square

With the new city street it has to wear
A number in. But what about the brook
That held the house as in an elbow-crook?
I ask as one who knew the brook, its strength
And impulse, having dipped a finger length
And made it leap my knuckle, having tossed
A flower to try its currents where they crossed.
The meadow grass could be cemented down
From growing under pavements of a town;
The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
Is water wood to serve a brook the same?
How else dispose of an immortal force
No longer needed? Staunch it at its source
With cinder loads dumped down? The brook was thrown
Deep in a sewer dungeon under stone
In fetid darkness still to live and run —
And all for nothing it had ever done
Except forget to go in fear perhaps.
No one would know except for ancient maps
That such a brook ran water. But I wonder
If from its being kept forever under,
The thoughts may not have risen that so keep
This new-built city from both work and sleep. 

by Robert Frost

C.S. Lewis

To love at all is to be vulnerable.

No Other Desire

Kahlil Gibran

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires,
let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook
that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love:
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks
for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate on love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved
in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

Source: On Love

A Time to Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road 
And slows his horse to a meaning walk, 
I don’t stand still and look around 
On all the hills I haven’t hoed, 
And shout from where I am, What is it? 
No, not as there is a time to talk. 
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground, 
Blade-end up and five feet tall, 
And plod: I go up to the stone wall 
For a friendly visit. 

Robert Frost

I Wonder


I wonder what would happen if
I treated everyone like I was in love
with them, whether I like them or not
and whether they respond or not and no matter
what they say or do to me and even if I see
things in them which are ugly twisted petty
cruel vain deceitful indifferent, just accept
all that and turn my attention to some small
weak tender hidden part and keep my eyes on
that until it shines like a beam of light
like a bonfire I can warm my hands by and trust
it to burn away all the waste which is not
never was my business to meddle with.

I love you Derek, whoever you are!

—Derek Tasker (via inexposition)

(Source: ericajoism)

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Spending the wkend in Soho… .I’m gonna have to get some street credit shots … maybe not so much of the glitz & glam but maybe a little “sohobo” ??

=) Stay tuned!

Check out stuff I’ve already done ::  http://lindspayne.wix.com/lnphotography

If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving one be me.

— Felicity