Day Seven of Seven Days of Black and White
For the last day of this project, I chose this image of Metal Man, aka Photog, aka my muse. I shot “Photog” in Tucson, where I found him standing there with his camera pointed. He’s a life-sized sculpture created from sheet metal. He and I spent many hours together. I talked; he listened. Ha! I photographed him from every angle possible, short of me lying on the hot concrete to get him from the bottom up.
I added the text to his lens because of the origin of the word IMAGINE …
mid-14c., “to form a mental image of,” from Old French imaginer “sculpt, carve, paint; decorate, embellish” (13c.), from Latin imaginari “to form a mental picture, picture to oneself, imagine” (also, in Late Latin imaginare “to form an image of, represent”), from imago “an image, a likeness,” from stem of imitari “to copy, imitate” (from PIE root *aim- “to copy”). Sense of “suppose, assume” is first recorded late 14c. Related: Imagined; imagining.
After all, isn’t that where any image comes from? The imagine-ation?
Be good to yourself and each other. Namaste’
How do you feel about money? Do you believe it’s a source of energy? Do you believe there’s not enough? Do you believe that only a certain percentage of the world’s population will ever be wealthy? Do you want to be wealthy? Do you believe you deserve to have lots of money? Maybe you grew up like I did with people telling you that “money doesn’t grow on trees.” Or “we can’t afford that.” If you did, then money became that elusive substance reserved for “something special.” Read on …
Have you ever heard of Happy Money? (There’s a book written about this which is available at Amazon for 99 cents if you have a Kindle).
It’s the concept where you take any denomination of bills … ones, fives, twenties, etc., attach a sticky note with your handwritten blessing and leave the money and blessing somewhere so that someone can find your little package.
The theory that what you give out is what you get back is at play here. The universe doesn’t like a vacuum, so the money, energy, love or whatever you give away from yourself creates an empty space for the universe to refill. Some folks believe it comes back ten-fold, a hundred-fold, even a thousand-fold.
Try it. Do whatever you can afford, even if it’s only a dollar. Attach a handwritten blessing from your heart and leave it somewhere where someone else can find it. But don’t hang around and watch to see who picks it up. That’s not your job; leave THAT to the Universe. The right person will get it. And you will have something come to you in return. Remember, abundance doesn’t always come in the form of money. It could be anything, so keep your eyes and ears open.
Let me know how it goes for you if you do it. Namaste’
By the way, this is my 500th post since I started the Regina Chronicles. Should I go for 1,000?
Back in the day when I was younger (ha!), I had a tribe of friends who all hung out together. All of us were single parents just trying to make it. We did just fine, especially when we banded together.
And then there was the wizard …
The wizard was a voice on the other end of a phone line (long before cell phones) who would give us sage advice. We always had to go through one of our friends to talk to the wizard. No exceptions. None of us could get this friend to give up the wizard’s phone number. It was such a fun game we played. He made us laugh every time we talked to him.
As it turns out, the wizard was one of our circle of friends. Funny how none of us put two and two together to figure out that he was always missing from the crowd when the wizard was available on the phone. Hmmm … maybe we just wanted to believe in this magical, mystical creature; or maybe we just didn’t want the game to end.
This photo is of a pen that I bought at a street fair years ago and as soon as I saw it, knew I had to have it to commemorate the “wizard.” Namaste’
From the archives today, I found this shot of “The Boys of Vegas.” Well, technically, they all live in Henderson, a suburb of Las Vegas.
I sure enjoyed photographing them when hubby and I visited his twin sister, Carryl, and her husband a couple of years ago. She’s a pet sitter and all of these guys were in her charge while we were there. From left to right, there’s Jazz, Jake (her dog who passed away recently), Buddy and Deuce.
When we lived in close proximity to Carryl several years ago, our dogs would get so excited when we said, “Auntie Carryl is coming over.” They would run to the front door and wag their tails until she arrived. If I was a canine, I would want Auntie Carryl to take care of me for sure 🙂
I think the “Boys of Vegas” is the perfect description for them. Namaste’
With the heat in the triple digits here in southern Arizona and other parts of the west, it’s time to take a lesson from our canine pals. Here’s Daisy taking a nice cool drink on a hot day. I’ve noticed that both dogs are drinking more water even though they don’t spend much time outside these days. They just go out, do their business and get back in as soon as possible during the heat of the day. Mornings and evenings are still fairly decent; in the 70’s.
Dehydration is very serious, so we can all take Daisy’s advice during this hot weather … “drink more water, you silly humans!” Namaste’
I just added a new post to my other blog about the addictive substances in our wheat. I hope that it might be helpful to all of you, my faithful readers. And because I love you all for following my blog, here’s a rose for you. And for my dear friend, Rose, who happens to be in the hospital right now. Sending you lots of love, light and prayers, my friend. Namaste’
Regina (Gina) Arnold is the co-author of The Art & Science of Recruiting, an award-winning photographic artist, a loving wife, mother, grandmother, free-form blogger and “flunked retirement” entrepreneur.
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