RATING
by me
bird taking a bath!

I say it is a 5

I like it is cool

everybody they have a little secret something

that they don't wanna tell anybody

because it's shakin'

yeah yeah

like when your hearts racing

from having stage-fright

listen up

say okay i-i understand you but

you don't ever have to hide

no no

just look it in the eye

don't be afraid of letting go!

if you don't try you'll never know

and whoa whoa

if you really wanna win

you gotta dive in

come on now you know it's time

you never know what you may find

and whoa whoa

if you really wanna win

you gotta dive in

yeah yeah yeah yeah

hey!

time to stand up

don't have pretend

and if you mess up

just go and try again

no don't worry

you're surrounded by your friends

yeah yeah yeah yeah

don't have to hide out

don't need to fear the worst

nothing's scary

as they seem at first

hey you're a monster

you can do it that's for sure

come on come on

don't be afraid of letting go!

if you don't try you'll never know

and whoa whoa

if you really wanna win win win win

you gotta dive in

come on now you know it's time

you never know what you may find

and whoa whoa

if you really wanna win

you gotta dive in

yeah yeah yeah

you gotta face your fears

yeah yeah yeah

and they will disappear

yeah yeah yeah

what are you waiting for

yeah yeah yeah

come on

don't be afraid of letting go

if you don't try you'll never know

and whoa whoa

if you really wanna win

you gotta dive in

come on now you know it's time

you never know what you may find

and whoa whoa

if you really wanna win

you gotta dive in

photography had emerged as an elite art pursued by a few creative individuals for a few wealthy patrons. but now, said bauldelaire, it was succumbing to "the great industrial madness of our times." it was becoming a mass production industry that catered to middle-class tastes, including a taste for gadgetry. the stereoscope, the first 3d imaging system, had turned looking at photographs into parlor entertainment. a "thousand hungry eyes were bending over the peepholes of the stereoscope as though they were the attic-windows of the infinite.