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The ache for
HOME
is in all of us.
The safe place where we can go
as we are and not be questioned.
- Maya Angelou -
Taxi to Dutch estate
Sin rey, ni mazmorras, aunque sí tiene unos fosos bastante grandes... el Castillo de Acher es tal vez la montaña más majestuosa del valle de Echo, en el Pirineo occidental. Esta panorámica está tomada desde la cima del vecino pico Bisaurín.
Sitting Paragons: Whim & Tey
Location: Undisclosed
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an ache
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My hand has been asking for yours.
It’s hard to hide the love in my gaze;
snapping towards your direction
as your laughter sets me ablaze.
It’s hard to hide the need to touch;
my fingers twitch on reflex,
only to find something else to clutch.
My hand has been asking for yours.
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How can you always be late for your arrival?
You know I'd forgive you every single time
Retreat, retreat, I've fallen at the low tide
Oh, retreat, retreat and meet me by the quayside
In the end all you can hope for
Is the love you felt to equal the pain you've gone through
Are your eyes showing off for mine?
Your face in my hands is everything good I need
The system's put in place, put there to protect us
For you I'd throw a lifeline every time
Oh, retreat, retreat, I've fallen at the low tide
Now retreat, retreat and meet me by the quayside
In the end all you can hope for
Is the love you felt to equal the pain you've gone through
Are your eyes showing off for mine?
Your face in my hands is everything good I need
Bones starved of flesh surround an aching heart
Full of love
Oh, bones, starved of flesh surround your aching heart
Full of love
Bones starved of flesh surround your aching heart
Bones
Oh bones
I watch as your eyes show off for mine
I watch as your eyes show off
I watch as your eyes show off for mine
I watch as your eyes show off
today i review my austria times and great hiking tour along the krimmler falls and ache + today for your fredagsmys entertainment
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
Shaking, falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
Tripping over myself,
Aching, begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches.
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Location@ Heaven on Earth Rentals# Multiscene skyboxes & apartments
The aching limbs
The tired eyelids
The faded joy
The lack of hope
One look and one breath
Suffice to remind me
Everything is in constant flux
Floating with the tide
Battling the undertow
Giving in and drowning or maybe swimming at last
Until I become one with the water
For an upcoming Substack post, I got the chance to dig into why I fell in love with the Plains. It's been a couple of years since I've been back, and I'm planning a return this summer (if all planets align, so to speak).
But it was nice to revisit the place, even if in old photos and through some words scratched out and spoken. You'll see in a couple of days.
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'Ache'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Film: Ultrafine 400
Process: PMK; 1+2+100; 13mins
Nebraska
July 2023
In shadows deep, her light is found,
A fragile glow the dark surrounds.
Not sadness, but a wistful ache,
A tender strength she cannot fake.
My heart aches. Doesn't it?
When the ribs stop moving, it causes considerable pain.
I know this well from my experience with thoracic vertebral blockages. The vertebra blocks and the ribs freeze.
The game also works the other way round. If the ribs don't move, then the vertebrae block.... And now?
The accident with the nasty thorax bruises has led to an 'armouring' of my ribcage. A self-playing system, a vicious circle.
The muscles harden more and more, the fasciae stick together..., the thoracic vertebrae block, etc.
So now the main pain is at the level of the heart, TH 3 and TH 4, mainly.
In fact, the whole thoracic spine was blocked, was treated extensively again yesterday by chiropractic.
I broke TH 3 and TH 4 in 2005 (and a bit more: C7 and TH 7 +8, the last two 'only' microfractured). So I have a predisposition.
A disturbance of TH 3 and 4 can lead to considerable pain in the heart area, some misinterpret this pain as a heart attack.
Prolonged problems in this area can lead to heart rhythm disorders.
I know all about it, I have experienced it.
And now?
Now I have what feels like a knife sitting in my heart area, stabbing again and again, deep.
But what if not only muscular, fascial and bony reasons have an influence on the interaction between ribs and vertebrae and this pain?
What if old wounds are torn open, things that went and go hard to the heart? And maybe not just one?
Then this vicious circle of the 3 sources playing off each other is fed.
My heart aches.
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I'm very glad at the moment that my lower back decided to stay 'silent'.
All the therapy and pain - killers the last days are helping step by step. But most important is to escape from the circle. Otherwise it is a self feeding progress.
Yr Wyddfa (Welsh name for Snowdon) is the highest peak in Wales & England. I ache in places that I didn't know could ache.
In 1991, when I broke my neck the first time, I was told that I would never walk without assistance. I've broken my neck again since then, as well as my back twice - vertebrae C3-5, T7-9 & L3-5. I also survived a stroke 10 years ago. I've had to learn to walk twice from these incidents but I've been lucky in that my Spinal Cord has remained intact.
It just goes to show that almost anything is possible if we're resilient and determined.
If anyone says you can't, tell them you can.
If anyone says you won't, shout at them that you will.
I don't have many new photos lately. Luckily my archives still contain a lot of unpublished material. But I really should untie myself from the world of duty and dive into the world of playtime. Do I even remember when or where I was taking pictures last time? Hmm...
Just posted 2 photos and had to rush Violet to Immediate Care in the snowstorm. A bad ear ache, much crying and now is much better with the meds.
So filled with people coming in sick. It was quite the long stay.
Recently I've been exploring lots of contemporaty & fim/analogue (and polaroid) images. The more I see the more I fell in love with their concepts, emotions, colours, experimental freedom..Those analogue photographers (and independent contemporary photograhers) do not follow up technical perfection or award-following results like DSLR (or new mirrorless) users do; instead they search for art, for concepts, for stories-they go on undiscovered small paths, instead of highways..The way they create colours, different visions are amazing..It's like diving into a black hole that you do not want to come out..
I also try to understand the ''language'' those artists-photographers are using. they are my guidelines on the path for searching my new voice, my new concept- but I am at the very beginning of this new road- and I need to practice a lot:))
The title refers sort of my search of this new language-my ache of travail for trying to give birth of a new concept. My model Anna did a fantastic job for accomponiying me-sort of we were trying to explore those new era together..
The Krimml Waterfalls form the highest waterfall in Europe and the fifth highest waterfall in the world. The falls, formed from the Krimmler Ache River, overcome 380 m in three steps. The Krimml Waterfall Trail leads along the waterfalls and offers breathtaking views.
Austrian doctors discovered the healing powers of the Krimml Waterfalls as long as 200 years ago. According to their description, the fine spray helps to heal exterior inflammations and pains caused by debility and weakness. Even nervous ailments can be alleviated or even healed when visiting the waterfalls.
Thank you for looking,
Frans van der Boom
Explore July 8, 2017
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In the quiet of the night, where shadows mourn
And hollow winds caress the weeping trees,
I linger in the echoes of a love forlorn,
A captive to the pain that never leaves.
You were the phantom touch upon my soul,
A fleeting breath of life that swiftly fades.
Yet in your absence, I am less than whole,
A specter lost in time’s relentless shades.
My heart, a sepulcher of dreams denied,
Entombs the whispered hope that once was bright.
Now, only darkness in these veins resides,
A bleeding wound that festers in the night.
Your name, a curse upon my withered lips,
An echo in the chasm of despair.
I drown in shadows of your fingertips,
Grasping at the emptiness you left there.
Oh, cruel love, that wounds with silent grace,
You carved your name into my bleeding heart.
Yet all I have is this forsaken place,
Where love and loss are never far apart.
-----------------------Death in Love ---------------------
In the shadows where the living dare not tread,
I dwell in endless night, a specter’s grace.
The world beneath my touch turns cold and dead,
Yet in my hollow heart, there is a place
For one who never saw my veiled face.
He, a demon bathed in fleeting light,
Unaware of the gaze that followed near,
Unknowing that I longed to end his night
And claim him for my own, to hold him dear.
But love is foreign to a soul austere.
I wander through the world with scythe in hand,
A harbinger of fate, of final breath.
Yet, what is Death but love misunderstood,
A longing for the end to be our thread?
I’d reap the very stars to see him spread
His mortal arms and whisper my true name.
But he, enraptured by the day’s bright flame,
Would never see the beauty of my dark domain.
Oh, how I envy life, that fragile grace,
The warmth of skin, the beating of the heart.
For just one touch, I’d halt the earth’s embrace,
To stop all time and tear the world apart,
If only for a moment in his arms to start
A dance of shadows in the dying light,
Where he and I could merge as day with night,
Two souls entwined before the endless flight.
But love is not for me, nor fleeting bliss.
I am the end of all that lives and breathes.
Yet in my endless duty, I dismiss
The aching void that my cold heart beneath.
I reap, I take, but never do I keep.
For what is Death but love’s eternal sleep?
And so, I watch him from the dusk’s soft veil,
A silent guardian of his demonic trail.
I long to whisper, yet my words would pale
Against the beauty of his fleeting strife.
For in his mortal pain, I find my knife,
A blade that cuts me deeper than the grave.
Yet still, I yearn, his dark and silent slave,
To feel his love, the one thing I can’t save.
So I shall wait, eternal, ever near,
A shadow in the corner of his eye.
And when his time has come, I’ll draw him near,
With tender hands, beneath the starless sky.
For only then, in Death, will he be mine,
A love that blooms beyond the reach of time.