I'd sure love to see New York one day, cool photos, Linda!

I'm partial to CHICAGO, but ya'll know that though, doncha! LOL
Your camera did GREAT in the Shedd Aquarium, michele! Love the photos! Ive been there a dozen times, I luv the sea otters, hehe! That one picture of "The Bean" (the huge metal object) at the Ski Rink took a long time to make I guess and it cost in excess of $10 million dollars!

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Originally posted by michele x:
Yep that's the Aquarium. No shark pictures. I took a bunch, but it was too dark down where they were and I had the flash off because of the glass.They didn't come out. Definately go next time you are there.




Beluga whale

WOW...SO BEAUTIFUL, I LOVE IT & THANKS FOR SHARING. I GOT SO CAUGHT UP AT THE SKATING RINK HAVING FUN, THAT I NEVER MADE IT FAR INTO TE PARK HERE -LOL. I WILL GO CHECK IT OUT NEXT TIME NEXT TIME & I TRULY APPRECIATE YOU SHARING THE PICTURES.

whassup lovefirst?
Cool pics.
I have never been there, now i never have too.
thanksmuch

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Originally posted by lilsurprises:
I'd sure love to see New York one day, cool photos, Linda!

I'm partial to CHICAGO, but ya'll know that though, doncha! LOL
Your camera did GREAT in the Shedd Aquarium, michele! Love the photos! Ive been there a dozen times, I luv the sea otters, hehe! That one picture of "The Bean" (the huge metal object) at the Ski Rink took a long time to make I guess and it cost in excess of $10 million dollars!

Thanks Lil, it does take pretty good pictures,mand I take pictures ALL te time! I did not know that it was called "the Bean" learn something new every day. I did look like a bean now that you mention it. That was alot of $$$$$$ to do that, but it is beautiful.

Linda definately take more pictures. I'd love to see pictures of New York. Haven't been in 17 years

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Originally posted by lilsurprises:
I'd sure love to see New York one day, cool photos, Linda!

I'm partial to CHICAGO, but ya'll know that though, doncha! LOL
Your camera did GREAT in the Shedd Aquarium, michele! Love the photos! Ive been there a dozen times, I luv the sea otters, hehe! That one picture of "The Bean" (the huge metal object) at the Ski Rink took a long time to make I guess and it cost in excess of $10 million dollars!

Hi Lilsurprises, Come anytime and I would love to hang with ya ' and spend the day trying to see just a small piece of the beauty New York has to offer, I think you have my cell still -lol ps: I had fun in chicago too!

Let me see want happen so far this week!. I worked my A S S off only -two to four hours of sleep per night-whoooo is it sat. yet!!!

I ran into Richard Simmons in the Airport with his black spandex on and two Pillows. We spoke Briefly and he was faboulous. I explained That I admire him becauase he has helped so many people (He was Probably thinking girl I can help you too-LMAO-lol-No he was very sweet and offered a french smooch) WOw... that man still looks great and is even smaller than he appears on TV. He smiled and was in town for some television apearences and I took a picture with him waving and smiling as only he does but someone I let see it deleted it by accident -a guy -are there really no accidents -lol.

Guess what famous poet I briefly met and got to share one piece of my works with one on one!!!!
By Famous Poet Sharon Olds about this piece "Love" an old one by LOVEFIRst/Linda (me), I like it she said with a smile, it’s “genuine” and I especially like the part at the end- More so by the old! –Thank you!



Sharon Olds was born in 1942 in San Francisco. She was raised as a "hellfire Calvinist." After graduating from Stanford University she moved east to earn a Ph.D. in English from Columbia University. Olds teaches creative writing at New York University. Olds has been the recipient of many awards including the San Francisco Poetry Center Award, the Lamont Poetry Prize, The National Books Critics Circle Award, and the T. S. Eliot Prize.

Poetry
Her book, The Wellspring (1996), shares with..

I then met POet "SHARON OLDS" 11-29-06 -who now teaches at NYU university. I was impressed and I read one of My older Poems for her from Memory and she said she loved espically the end -OMG how cool!!!
LOVE -by me-lol

The continuous serge of energy
That caresses you gently like a dream
Lifting you to heights never seen
The closeness of your bodies like door to a key
Lifting and dropping you in sheer ecstasy
Never, ever have I felt this way before,
It’s you and only you that I love and adore
As we lay silent and I look into your eyes
It’s at this point that I realize
That this is something that cannot be brought or sold
It’s well known by the young but more so by the old
Written BY LOVEFIRST/LINDA

By Famous Poet Sharon Olds about this piece, I like it she said with a smile, it’s “genuine” and I especially like the part at the end- More so by the old! –Thank you!


Well here are a Few of her Peoms I like, -she has like eight Books of poetry published and had just read at Hostra University for a large group.

A YOUNGER PICTURE OF SHARON OLDS

Sharon olds now ~ Do the great ones that meet remember one another ~ Lovefirst/Linda



True Love
by Sharon Olds


In the middle of the night, when we get up
after making love, we look at each other in
complete friendship, we know so fully
what the other has been doing. Bound to each other
like mountaineers coming down from a mountain,
bound with the tie of the delivery room,
we wander down the hall to the bathroom, I can
hardly walk, I wobble through the granular
shadowless air, I know where you are
with my eyes closed, we are bound to each other
with huge invisible threads, our sexes
muted, exhausted, crushed, the whole
body a sex—surely this
is the most blessed time of my life,
our children asleep in their beds, each fate
like a vein of abiding mineral
not discovered yet. I sit
on the toilet in the night, you are somewhere in the room,
I open the window and snow has fallen in a
steep drift, against the pane, I
look up, into it,
a wall of cold crystals, silent
and glistening, I quietly call to you
and you come and hold my hand and I say
I cannot see beyond it. I cannot see beyond.



Sex Without Love by Sharon Olds
How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love? Beautiful as dancers,
gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other's bodies, faces
red as steak, wine, wet as the
children at birth whose mothers are going to
give them away. How do they come to the
come to the come to the God come to the
still waters, and not love
the one who came there with them, light
rising slowly as steam off their joined
skin? These are the true religious,
the purists, the pros, the ones who will not
accept a false Messiah, love the
priest instead of the God. They do not
mistake the lover for their own pleasure,
they are like great runners: they know they are alone
with the road surface, the cold, the wind,
the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio-
vascular health--just factors, like the partner
in the bed, and not the truth, which is the
single body alone in the universe
against its own best time.



High School Senior (from The Wellspring)

For seventeen years, her breath in the house
at night, puff, puff, like summer
cumulus above her bed,
and her scalp smelling of apricots
--this being who had formed within me,
squatted like a bright tree-frog in the dark,
like an eohippus she had come out of history
slowly, through me, into the daylight,
I had the daily sight of her,
like food or air she was there, like a mother.
I say "college," but I feel as if I cannot tell
the difference between her leaving for college
and our parting forever--I try to see
this house without her, without her pure
depth of feeling, without her creek-brown
hair, her daedal hands with their tapered
fingers, her pupils dark as the mourning cloak's
wing, but I can't. Seventeen years
ago, in this room, she moved inside me,
I looked at the river, I could not imagine
my life with her. I gazed across the street,
and saw, in the icy winter sun,
a column of steam rush up away from the earth.
There are creatures whose children float away
at birth, and those who throat-feed their young
for weeks and never see them again. My daughter
is free and she is in me--no, my love
of her is in me, moving in my heart,
changing chambers, like something poured
from hand to hand, to be weighed and then reweighed.

The Sash by Sharon Olds
The first ones were attached to my dress
at the waist, one on either side,
right at the point where hands could clasp you and
pick you up, as if you were a hot
squeeze bottle of tree syrup, and the
sashes that emerged like axil buds from the
angles of the waist were used to play horses, that
racing across the cement while someone
held your reins and you could feel your flesh
itself in your body wildly streaming.
You would come home, a torn-off sash
dangling from either hand, a snake-charmer—
each time, she sewed them back on with
thicker thread, until the seams of
sash and dress bulged like little
knots of gristle at your waist as you walked, you could
feel them like thumbs pressing into your body.
The next sash was the one Thee, Hannah!
borrowed from her be-ribboned friend
and hid in a drawer and got salve on it,
salve on a sash, like bacon grease on a snake,
God's lard on the ribbon a Quaker girl
should not want, Satan's **** on
silk delicate as the skin of a young girl's genital.
When Hannah gave up satin her father
told her she was beautiful
just as God made her. But all sashes
lead to the sash, very sash of
very sash, begotten, not made, that my
aunt sent from Switzerland—
cobalt ripple of Swiss cotton with
clean boys and girls dancing on it.
I don't know why my mother chose it to
tie me to the chair with, her eye just
fell on it, but the whole day I
felt those blue children dance
around my wrists. Later someone
told me they had found out
the universe is a kind of strip that
twists around and joins itself, and I believe it,
sometimes I can feel it, the way we are
pouring slowly toward a curve and around it
through something dark and soft, and we are bound to
each other.
You can Google other works by SHaron Olds as well.

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