A WHIFF of SPRING...
NARCISSUS...
One day Narcissus was walking in the woods when Echo, an Oread (mountain nymph) saw him, fell deeply in love, and followed him.
Narcissus sensed he was being followed and shouted "Who's there?".
Echo repeated "Who's there?"
She eventually revealed her identity and attempted to embrace him.
He stepped away and told her to leave him alone.
She was heartbroken and spent the rest of her life in lonely glens until nothing but an echo sound remained of her.
Nemesis, the goddess of revenge, noticed this behaviour after learning the story and decided to punish Narcissus.
Once, during the summer, he was getting thirsty after hunting, and the goddess lured him to a pool where he leaned upon the water and saw himself in the bloom of youth.
Narcissus did not realise it was merely his own reflection and fell deeply in love with it, as if it was somebody else.
Unable to leave the allure of his image, he eventually realised that his love could not be reciprocated and he melted away from the fire of passion burning inside him, eventually turning into a gold and white flower.
Thank you, M, (*_*)
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A WHIFF of SPRING...
NARCISSUS...
One day Narcissus was walking in the woods when Echo, an Oread (mountain nymph) saw him, fell deeply in love, and followed him.
Narcissus sensed he was being followed and shouted "Who's there?".
Echo repeated "Who's there?"
She eventually revealed her identity and attempted to embrace him.
He stepped away and told her to leave him alone.
She was heartbroken and spent the rest of her life in lonely glens until nothing but an echo sound remained of her.
Nemesis, the goddess of revenge, noticed this behaviour after learning the story and decided to punish Narcissus.
Once, during the summer, he was getting thirsty after hunting, and the goddess lured him to a pool where he leaned upon the water and saw himself in the bloom of youth.
Narcissus did not realise it was merely his own reflection and fell deeply in love with it, as if it was somebody else.
Unable to leave the allure of his image, he eventually realised that his love could not be reciprocated and he melted away from the fire of passion burning inside him, eventually turning into a gold and white flower.
Thank you, M, (*_*)
For more: www.indigo2photography.com
IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved