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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>poetry, philosophy, found photos, vintage images, my own snaps, music, the human condition and grace. Yep - that about covers it.</description><title>The ablest navigators</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @profp)</generator><link>http://profp.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Little Girl
By Tami Haaland
She’s with Grandma in front
of...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/417070364fc4b8f72e3fe140cfceb337/tumblr_mnadvjRxxY1qa60tro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little Girl&lt;br/&gt;
By Tami Haaland&lt;br/&gt;
She’s with Grandma in front&lt;br/&gt;
of Grandma’s house, backed&lt;br/&gt;
by a willow tree, gladiola and roses.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Who did she ever want&lt;br/&gt;
to please? But Grandma&lt;br/&gt;
seems half-pleased and annoyed.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;No doubt Mother frowns&lt;br/&gt;
behind the lens, wants&lt;br/&gt;
to straighten this sassy face.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Maybe laughs, too.&lt;br/&gt;
Little girl with her mouth wide,&lt;br/&gt;
tongue out, yelling&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;at the camera. See her little&lt;br/&gt;
white purse full of treasure,&lt;br/&gt;
her white sandals?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;She has things to do,&lt;br/&gt;
you can tell. Places to explore&lt;br/&gt;
beyond the frame,&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;and these women picking flowers&lt;br/&gt;
and taking pictures.&lt;br/&gt;
Why won’t they let her go?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/51206109650</link><guid>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/51206109650</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 May 2013 23:59:43 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>21

(something pretty important; photo mine; iphone 4s)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/5541f0e7fdab20e518fb96435ed101b0/tumblr_mnab73ZjRS1qa60tro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(something pretty important; photo mine; iphone 4s)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/51202796776</link><guid>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/51202796776</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 May 2013 23:01:51 -0500</pubDate><category>rust</category><category>lock</category><category>master lock</category><category>21</category><category>rusty</category><category>iphone photos</category></item><item><title>“When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you’re not...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/4f057f35773c520fbbd0eee2283c3cfb/tumblr_mna0q0XdE41qa60tro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;“When I am with you, we stay up all night.&lt;br/&gt;
When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.&lt;br/&gt;
Praise God for those two insomnias!&lt;br/&gt;
And the difference between them.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;― Rumi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/51186175911</link><guid>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/51186175911</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 May 2013 19:15:36 -0500</pubDate><category>rumi</category><category>love</category><category>xo</category><category>lufthansa</category><category>lovers</category><category>insomnia</category><category>vintage airplane</category></item><item><title>Trying to Call a State Gov't Office</title><description>*I have the phone on speaker, as I keep using the redial function, prepared to answer in case a real...</description><link>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/51147356834</link><guid>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/51147356834</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 May 2013 08:50:36 -0500</pubDate><category>government</category><category>idiocy</category><category>state offices</category><category>inefficiency</category></item><item><title>My luncheon companion. Long story. 

(silly shell guy from my...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/0eb83987f3db8a3bcb5f8c6a124474e8/tumblr_mn7zjyYwRF1qa60tro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;My luncheon companion. Long story. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(silly shell guy from my Grandma’s stuff; photo mine; iphone 4s)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/51098160821</link><guid>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/51098160821</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 16:55:00 -0500</pubDate><category>shells</category><category>just because i like it</category><category>luncheon</category></item><item><title>Abandoned theatre; small town America; photo mine; iphone 4s</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/76fb13227b76d51da113a7c72dd45153/tumblr_mn4cikqxiu1qa60tro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abandoned theatre; small town America; photo mine; iphone 4s&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50940848434</link><guid>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50940848434</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 17:44:44 -0500</pubDate><category>abandoned</category><category>abandoned theater</category><category>iphone photos</category><category>americana</category><category>dying town</category></item><item><title>“Summer bachelors, like summer breezes, are never as cool as...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/07bfd8fb3c1947e7e5be130759fbcf6c/tumblr_mn2vs50SO51qa60tro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Summer bachelors, like summer breezes, are never as cool as they pretend to be.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
― Nora Ephron&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(three young cowboys)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50881530504</link><guid>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50881530504</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 22:45:41 -0500</pubDate><category>nora ephron</category><category>cowboys</category><category>bahdelors</category><category>cool</category><category>haying</category><category>boys</category><category>found photo</category></item><item><title>“Summer night—
even the stars
are whispering to each...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/71639aba8bad22ea8199f0eeed2d5bee/tumblr_mn2vkpOB5T1qa60tro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Summer night—&lt;br/&gt;
even the stars&lt;br/&gt;
are whispering to each other.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
― Kobayashi Issa&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(sunset; photo mine; iphone 4s)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50881214396</link><guid>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50881214396</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 22:41:13 -0500</pubDate><category>sunset</category><category>kobayashi issa</category><category>summer</category><category>iphone photos</category><category>altered image</category></item><item><title>wild mustard afire
with late afternoon sunlight
my heart is with...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/a6117a838daa835e665a39d8936fd6fb/tumblr_mn2uumAoUh1qa60tro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;wild mustard afire&lt;br/&gt;
with late afternoon sunlight&lt;br/&gt;
my heart is with you&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(rural field-altered; photo mine; iphone 4s)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50880060107</link><guid>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50880060107</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 22:25:34 -0500</pubDate><category>spilled ink</category><category>haiku</category><category>xo</category><category>iphone photos</category><category>colorized</category></item><item><title>John Wilson and Martha Wren

(more kin)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/739ec86bef3df582fc4dfc92ce9feac5/tumblr_mmz4x3MAmN1qa60tro1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;John Wilson and Martha Wren&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(more kin)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50700608842</link><guid>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50700608842</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 22:12:39 -0500</pubDate><category>family photos</category><category>arkansas</category><category>rural arkansas</category><category>poor</category><category>poverty</category><category>early 1900s</category></item><item><title>Lutisha and the boys. 
Lutisha was my great-grandmother. She...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/f18393459cc354278dc547593cb1656b/tumblr_mmz4q5E7PW1qa60tro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lutisha and the boys.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br/&gt;
Lutisha was my great-grandmother. She died after a fairly short, hard life of birthing babies (the girls aren’t pictured - maybe they are the shadows), poverty, and making do with powdered milk, biscuits, fried rabbit, and anything they could grow or shoot. By all accounts, she was opinionated, God-fearing, and taken to having “vapor fits” when she didn’t get her way.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I think the one in the center is my grandfather, Cecil. He was in his 20s &lt;a href="http://profp.tumblr.com/post/26901568243/melva-mae-in-love-1928-collage-c-mine-5-x7" target="_blank"&gt;when he married my grandmother, &lt;/a&gt;who was only 14 at the time. I’m not sure any of the boys ever grew into those ears …&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50700311426</link><guid>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50700311426</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 22:08:00 -0500</pubDate><category>family photos</category><category>arkansas</category><category>lutisha</category><category>cecil</category><category>sharecroppers</category><category>early 1900s</category><category>poor</category><category>rural</category><category>rural arkansas</category><category>shadow</category><category>shadow photographer</category></item><item><title>Eight O’Clock
(By Sara Teasdale)

Supper comes at five...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/0494c29e42f7a076c583c8c63108a4a5/tumblr_mmxd3uSCuV1qa60tro2_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eight O’Clock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
(By Sara Teasdale)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Supper comes at five o’clock,&lt;br/&gt;
      At six, the evening star,&lt;br/&gt;
My lover comes at eight o’clock—&lt;br/&gt;
      But eight o’clock is far.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;How could I bear my pain all day&lt;br/&gt;
      Unless I watched to see&lt;br/&gt;
The clock-hands laboring to bring&lt;br/&gt;
      Eight o’clock to me.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50631334831</link><guid>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50631334831</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 23:14:18 -0500</pubDate><category>clock</category><category>sara teasdale</category><category>xo</category><category>8 o'clock</category><category>waiting</category><category>abandoned</category></item><item><title>“Flora, Marie, and Hazel, cleaning clams on the farm...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/9fb658d6d70e9fc223900a084ea0a095/tumblr_mmwrtvGxyK1qa60tro1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Flora, Marie, and Hazel, cleaning clams on the farm — Onalaska”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I think this photo is awesome.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50597890793</link><guid>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50597890793</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 15:34:43 -0500</pubDate><category>clams</category><category>1950s</category><category>vernacular</category><category>washington</category><category>Onalaska</category><category>women</category><category>apron</category></item><item><title>heart-shaped-apple:

i got you, babe</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/6851d7a573b8350c479de67a24cfe8ee/tumblr_mmwhy4YhDa1r24e6ho1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://heart-shaped-apple.tumblr.com/post/50585148516/i-got-you-babe" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank"&gt;heart-shaped-apple&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;i got you, babe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50590008256</link><guid>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50590008256</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 13:31:05 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I like to think the woman in the hat, looking straight at the...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/decf9eff6e6d3d3c62860a69b9d533aa/tumblr_mmwbrl0ete1qa60tro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like to think the woman in the hat, looking straight at the camera, was a woman who knew her own mind, chose her own path, and felt things deeply. I want her to hold me in her ample arms against her cushioned body, let me cry it out, and then take me by the shoulders and tell me get my act together and carry on. She would have liked a good cold beer, off-color jokes, a tomato still warm from the vine eaten out of hand like an apple, passionate and earthy lovemaking, and Eckhart Tolle.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Give up defining yourself - to yourself or to others. You won’t die. You will come to life. And don’t be concerned with how others define you. When they define you, they are limiting themselves, so it’s their problem. Whenever you interact with people, don’t be there primarily as a function or a role, but as the field of conscious presence. You can only lose something that you have, but you cannot lose something that you are.  ”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
—  &lt;br/&gt;
Eckhart Tolle&lt;br/&gt;
__&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50578587889</link><guid>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50578587889</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 09:47:45 -0500</pubDate><category>strong women</category><category>buck up</category><category>Eckhart Tolle</category><category>be your own you</category><category>confidence</category><category>found photo</category></item><item><title>“You wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/00476777a229ffa0c6002037df41adfe/tumblr_mmvecpNLeq1qa60tro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;“You wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
― Toni Morrison, &lt;i&gt;Song of Solomon &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/craftydogma/5846299991/sizes/l/in/pool-1056855@N21/" target="_blank"&gt;Craftydogma&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50549278345</link><guid>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50549278345</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 21:46:01 -0500</pubDate><category>freedom</category><category>toni morrison</category><category>go for it</category><category>child</category><category>exhilaration</category><category>be free</category></item><item><title>“Don’t give in to your fears. If you do, you won’t...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/6d7278ad464d932c5a2acf2364e47b8a/tumblr_mmtjygNbCL1qa60tro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Don’t give in to your fears. If you do, you won’t be able to talk to your heart.”&lt;br/&gt;
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50469820598</link><guid>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50469820598</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 21:51:52 -0500</pubDate><category>fears</category><category>the alchemist</category><category>paulo coelho</category><category>found photo</category><category>1950s</category><category>family</category><category>daughters</category></item><item><title>“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/e73e52e08655969778192db05d680993/tumblr_mmtj982RQH1qa60tro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
― Plato&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Young couple at Hampen lake, Central Jutland&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo: Sven Türck (1897-1954)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;Department of Maps, Prints and Photographs, The Royal Library, Denmark.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50468632841</link><guid>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50468632841</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 21:36:44 -0500</pubDate><category>love</category><category>plato</category><category>xo</category><category>couple</category><category>commons</category><category>denmark</category></item><item><title>Mellotron :)

(source)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/eabb660ad849db43d262af30d6e8992b/tumblr_mmt47ntjgs1qa60tro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mellotron :)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Mellotron.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;(source)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50443982733</link><guid>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50443982733</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 16:11:47 -0500</pubDate><category>mellotron</category><category>synth</category></item><item><title>House hunting is a Herculean task …</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/e2c21538dfd4573598d2af433d3f9270/tumblr_mmskztZx7J1qa60tro1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;House hunting is a Herculean task …&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50420386779</link><guid>http://profp.tumblr.com/post/50420386779</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 09:16:41 -0500</pubDate><category>house hunting</category><category>dilapidated</category><category>new digs</category></item></channel></rss>
