Weekend Assignment for Oct 9, 2010

LIGHT

“Capture the light and the photograph will create itself.”

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3 Responses to Weekend Assignment for Oct 9, 2010

  1. Martelle says:

    “Why does the sun come up? Or are the stars just pin holes in the curtain of night, who knows? What I do know is that because you were born different, men will fear you… try to drive you away like the people of your village. ”

    “From the dawn of time we came; moving silently down through the centuries, living many secret lives, struggling to reach the time of the Gathering; when the few who remain will battle to the last. No one has ever known we were among you… until now. ”

    “There can be only one!”

    sorry just kidding. Like the quote J-P

  2. J-P says:

    A sensible man will remember that the eyes may be confused in two ways – by a change from light to darkness or from darkness to light; and he will recognize that the same thing happens to the soul. ~Plato

    On guard!

  3. Martelle says:

    [while standing at the entrance to the Triple Rock church watching the service with much dancing and Hallelujah choruses, a heavenly light shines down on Jake and he has an epiphany]
    Jake: The band? The band.
    Reverend Cleophus James: DO YOU SEE THE LIGHT?
    Jake: THE BAND!
    Reverend Cleophus James: DO YOU SEE THE LIGHT?
    Elwood: [Confused] What light?
    Reverend Cleophus James: HAVE YOU SEEEEN THE LIGHT?
    Jake: YES! YES! JESUS H. TAP-DANCING CHRIST… I HAVE SEEN THE LIGHT!

    You bring me Plato I bring the Blues Brothers

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