Wednesday, July 11, 2007

CC: S Dean St & Foster Ave


This photo is a month or so old... notice the barren tree branches. What I love about this photo is the contrast of the bag against the branches and sky. The bag is catching some late afternoon sun as well, giving it a golden-orange glow as it is lifted by a breeze.

Simply beautiful. Simply simple. Simply unfooled around with.


At 1:29 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

back under the domination of the foreconscious; it thus affords relief for the excitement of the Unc.. We all know that among the lower animals, with whom you may possibly be called upon to classify the defendant, there are certain signals more or less harmonious, as the case may be.. The gentle sweetness of his wife melted every heart into love and sympathy.. They can't turn us out in this high-minded manner! Isn't there a law or something to that effect? It wouldn't matter if there was, he thoughtfully replied.. Yes!--it's my darter, Zaidee Hooker--so ye might spare some of them pretty speeches for her --before the jury.. There are, therefore, two exits for the individual unconscious emotional process.. By the way, continued Mr. Her romantic coming and her romantic name pleased him; and, too, he thought her beautiful.. I couldn't think of leaving you here alone.. He seemed to feel that some sort of explanation was looked for, and he was very outspoken.. M----, has been attacked by no less a person than Goethe in an essay with, we all maintain, unwarrantable violence.. Goethe: And if he has no backside, how can the nobleman sit? [2] I myself regret the introduction of such passages from the psychopathology of hysteria, which, because of their fragmentary representation and of being torn from all connection with the subject, cannot have a very enlightening influence.. Even a few white women, to his horror and embarrassment, had written him of love, letters which he straightway destroyed.. The child having been shaken up hard (two or three others helping Christopher), rubbed his eyes and began to whine.. Say them words, Marann? No, but he hinted 'em.. The desire itself is either one repressed, foreign to consciousness, or it is closely bound up with repressed ideas.. Her hat was trimmed with a narrow-striped silk of the same colors--maroon and white--and in her hand she held a parasol that matched her dress.. But it is a much abused privilege of the conscious activity that it is allowed to hide from us all other activities wherever it participates.. This function of dreams becomes especially well marked when there arises some incentive for the sense perception.. This presentation is frequently a reversed one, the beginning of the dream being the deduction, and its end the hypothesis...


Post a Comment

<< Home