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This was such an interesting and fun project for me; the abstract quality of the subject matter gave me a ton of (very forgiving) choices to work with as I try to find things that will "work" with the 1:1 ratio.
As the adage goes, "Old habits die hard," and as I tune my eye toward trying to see in 1:1, my "old faithful" wide crop ratio is still there! The other thing for me in this was that I also left my "temperature comfort zone..." for a little while!
I have long admired your photos of snowy mountains, ice covered rivers, glaciers, icy caves etc., not just for their beauty, but also in admiration of you who have made the treks to get to those places. Kudos to you, and thanks for allowing us to "come along." Cheers.
"festina lente "
Festina lente (Classical Latin: [fɛsˈtiː.naː ˈlɛn.teː]) or speûde bradéōs (σπεῦδε βραδέως, pronounced [spêu̯.de bra.dé.ɔːs]) is a classical adage and oxymoron meaning "make haste slowly" (sometimes rendered in English as "more haste, less speed"[1]). It has been adopted as a motto numerous times, particularly by the emperors Augustus and Titus, then later by the Medicis and the Onslows.
The original form of the saying, σπεῦδε βραδέως speũde bradéōs, is Classical Greek, of which festina lente is the Latin translation. The words σπεῦδε and festina are second-person-singular present active imperatives, meaning "make haste", while βραδέως and lente are adverbs, meaning "slowly".
Balance between impulse and reason: To succeed, it is not enough to have energy and determination (impulse); you also need the ability to analyze and plan (reason). Festina lente reflects this balance between the force to act and the necessity to reflect beforehand.
Patience in the face of temptation: It can be interpreted as an encouragement not to be overwhelmed by the desire to rush things, whether it is in career, love, or everyday pleasures.
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Todas las cosas son imposibles, mientras lo parecen.
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Toute entreprise est impossible tant qu’elle en ait l’air.
Concepción Arenal (Sp. 1920-1973)
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Photo : Llo (66), la haute vallée du Segre
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Foto : Llo en el Pirineo oriental francés. Alto valle del Segre, antes de que el río se adentre en España
I went to get some shutter exercise and just could not see anything..... I must have taken 100 shots... nothing ----
Then as I was leaving I saw this cinematic moment...
She sat there so peacefully enjoying the early afternoon's warmth. I dare not get closed and disturb her moment...
I asked myself; "how do I work this?"
What's the old adage ? -- street photography is 99% failure...
My two cats would pester me to go outside on the balcony but once they were out, they'd keep close tabs on what was going on inside in case they missed something. Much like people.The old adage, the grass is always greener on the other side.
Trout Lake has been a wonderful source of images in the past few years. Regardless of the season, it always seems to "pay dividends". In this visit, I noticed although it is Autumn, there were few trees that had yet coloured. In addition, the light was harsh in some areas, while shadows covered others that were showing colour.
However, as an old adage in photography goes, "when the light is not right, go black and white". Given this scenario, the light was high enough to shine on this one tree, and at the same time, low enough to leave the rest of the forest in shadow. Timing is everything in life.
2023 was a long year.
The opening salvo featured my lowest point in mental health terms in a long time. The kind of depression that no longer threatened grand, life-altering actions the way it had in my only previous bout with it in my 20s. Rather, it was the kind of depression that managed to extinguish even the brightest lights in my sights. Slowly and steadily, it leeched my very will to live, and I defaulted into just “existing.” Everything became a challenge, down to finding myself within myself. That old adage about being one’s own harshest critic was beyond true – that mangled reflection was both vicious and emaciated. It had nothing to lose, and it spared me nothing.
I couldn’t pinpoint when the turning point came about, exactly. Those who know me a bit better, know that I believe in drastic measures and swear by extremes - I simply swung violently the other way one morning. The closest thing I have to an answer is that life felt too short – dangerously short. A more thoughtful response would perhaps involve an element of reclaiming myself. The self I feel got lost in my own brain – courtesy of depression – not only in 2022 but probably a while before. Somewhere along the road between 2020 and 2022, when the rhythm of life was stripped away piece by piece, and with it the things I found joy in or even took pride in as an individual. My last drastic measure – moving countries yet again – didn’t dig me out of it. Rather, it contributed an exquisitely cut headstone to match this city’s collection of stumbling stones.
To have found it in myself to dig myself out of that is something I marvel at. It took effort – candid, often unpleasant or even painful effort. To not just timidly reach and hope for the best, but to audaciously grab and reclaim myself. To…fucking spit in the face of whatever it had been that made it feel difficult, because it suddenly seemed too feeble to merit consideration. To feed every aspect of my mind, of my extreme-loving, thrill-seeking self. To do it until that mangled, vicious, emaciated reflection changed its fucking tone, then…changed. On the other side of all of that, I feel more like myself than I had in years. “Why not” became “Why not?” and that little question mark, that change of tone, is everything. Like a return to an old self, just tempered because it had to be earned.
So this here is my nod to the spark of hope for a better year. To a hard-earned gentle departure from a long, difficult year. And to an optimistic entry to a new year. To dreams coming true and bucket list items getting checked. To the simple joy of being present. And to the invaluable comfort of no longer being trapped in my own head.
To all of you, may this new journey around the sun – however arbitrary I often think it is, when I think in abstract terms – bring you joy and happiness, and see your hopes and dreams coming true.
Bikes and bells in different shapes and colors. And all those channels... in Amsterdam you cannot survive the traffic without a bicycle bell
One who is present at an event or incident but takes no part, is referred to as a bystander. Standing firmly atop the water falls in Cliff Gilker Park, this sapling pays no attention to the water that is rushing past.
My goal with this shot was to illustrate how the world speeds on by regardless of our presence. It is a notion often referenced to in the adage, "Time waits for no one".
I applied a border around this image to attempt to quell it's immediacy and foreboding presence.
In my pursuit of this movement's basic tenets I want to also adhere to the photography adage, "be yourself".
The direct lighting and urbanism were there, but missing was simple elegance.
These towers were just to overbearing to allow for any poetics.
The luck applies to both the bird and the photographer in this case :-). Osprey don’t usually catch fish by the tail with a single set of talons. It struggled underwater longer than I’ve ever seen but eventually surfaced with this nice big trout. I don’t usually get lucky enough to have them dive right in front of me when the light’s good and my camera settings are where I need them.
A few days ago, it was finally cold enough to start a freezeup of the harbor. I was on the way to work at the time, and camera wise, all I had with me was a mobile phone - proving the old adage that the best camera is the one you have in hand. Consequently, this image was shot and edited (Snapseed) on the phone. I used local adjustments to lighten the near side of the silo, to detail the ice and sky.
Another image of the Tunstead ICI picture.
With the technology of today and what can be done to a picture, the old adage " that a camera never lies" has well and truly been thrown out of the window.
A remarkable transformation of a Black and White image, not done by myself but another Flickr member, who has done a great job on a once in a lifetime scene.
A young Nutria eating a leaf with its large, orange buckteeth flashing. This young lad was swimming and eating, thus ignoring the old adage...rest 30 minutes after eating before swimming!!
As I stood there waiting for the light to change I realized I was looking at a casual, not particularly impressive intersection and saw the immediate beauty it was carrying.
I knew it had so much inherent charm and detail that my brain just could not digest it all.
So I followed Garry Winogrand's adage "I photograph to find out what something will look like photographed", "but then it becomes something completely different on a two dimensional plane between four corners."
Its an inescapable fact that things will be a problem - cars meeting at the narrowest point on a road, the phone ringing just as you got in the shower or the puddle forming just where you have to stop and put your foot down.
(Murphy was a optimist).
Murphy's Law is an adage stating that if something can go wrong, it will. Coined after a mishap during rocket sled tests in the late 1940s involving American aerospace engineer Edward A. Murphy Jr., the law's popularisation is attributed to testing project head John Stapp and the 1977 book Murphy's Law, and Other Reasons Why Things Go WRONG by Arthur Bloch. The principle is often used humorously to explain unfortunate events or setbacks, emphasising the inevitability of negative outcomes when multiple possibilities exist.
Taunton, Somerset, UK.
Well the silver lining was that while I was out this morning I chanced upon a den of Stoats. I heard a funny noise from beneath my feet, a sort of mix of a squeak and a growl. When I looked down I saw a Stoat looking at me from a pile of brash. I stood motionless for more than an hour and saw her making forays then always returning to this same brash pile. When she was away I could hear the kits making the squeaky growling sound from inside the brash pile. Most of my views of her were obscured by twigs and vegetation but I managed several clear photos of her head, like this.
And the cloud to this silver lining? Well the den was right next to where a pair of Nightjars were nesting, which probably explains why I haven't seen them for a few days. I doubt that any ground nesting birds could nest successfully so close to a Stoat's den.
And the back-to-front title is the opening line from the 1997 song "Smile" by the Supernaturals. But the usual adage is every cloud has a silver lining.
Summer storms in South Africa are often fearsome and spectacular. This particular strike left my ears deafened and my knees trembling, but I always go with the adage that if you can hear it, you are still alive. :-)
Playing around with an old football adage.... Very wet New Year's Day..too much time on my hands! HMM
Leica M8, Elmar 4/135 at F8 (or F11). I have occasionally addressed the veracity of the old adage "the camera can't lie" [of course it can't, but we can]. From time to time, there were follow-up comments about the small matter of truth in general - usually with an underlying assumption that we can't know the truth and that all we can rely on is our own existence and our self. Myself, I would answer the question of whether there is any certainty with a resolute "I don't know".
The reason is this: if we make an exclusivist claim about truth it would require a method of verification we all can subscribe to. For example, taking my own religion, the notion that Jesus Christ is Lord is such an exclusivist claim. But I can't verify it and most people wouldn't. The same issue would arise if somebody gets up and claims that "there is no certainty". It is not simply that many people would contradict. The problem is much deeper. "There is no certainty" is an exclusivist claim assuming a position of privileged knowledge (that is, a position of certainty - exactly contradicting the claim) and, like other exclusivist claims about truth, it can't be verified. So, is there any certainty? I am not sure, but we can talk about it.
A strip of light appears over some mountains in the distance, and pink clouds form at sunset.This reminds me of the old sailors adage. "Red clouds in the morning, sailors take warning, red clouds at night, sailors delight".
While one is a warning about the coming of a storm, the other is the arrival of pleasant sky's.
There is an old adage in photography that states, "f8 and be there". How else can I explain this epic sunset photo? As it happened, my location was ideal to catch the light that seemed to arch over the clouds. While it appeared to billow in puffy sections above, a very different looking mass appeared at the center point below.
The rest fell into place as the magic of nature unfolded above my water side perch. In an attempt to properly title this shot, the word "epic" kept coming up. Having photographed this location multiple times over many years, this is the most astonishing light I have captured here, to date.
Funny how people will not dig deeper, they tend to look at the surface as though they never heard the adage Don't judge a book by it's cover. I am not a huge fan of the saying it's their loss, however, sometimes it's true.
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I "overplayed my hand" when structuring this scene. I was looking to follow Meyerowitz's adage to layer and include as much pertinent information as possible. "I want to see it all" as he says. So I wanted that Chicago sign left and the man reaching for his bike right. In the mean time I lost the openness which is required for success in such a tight location. It all happens in a second.
Meyerowitz rule No.2: "Be aware of what is happening on either side of your frame." That's why he uses a camera with a viewfinder to the side. So he can have one eye in the finder and the other 'seeing' the lateral field to the left.
He uses a $5000 Leica - I can only afford a $500 Olympus, but I simply love it.
To prove the old adage, if you don't go you don't get, I decided to go, and got lucky. On 26/10/20 47813 & 57310 have just reversed at Toton Centre with 5R57 1237 Castle Donington EMDC-Derby RTC conveying 4 mk111s.
AI is becoming more and more problematic. It's getting increasingly difficult to identify what is AI and what isn't.
This is true for photos, art, music, news, advertising, etc. Now the discerning eye can still identify AI, but eventually, the way it's improving, you won't be able to tell one from the other.
I spent some time having a discussion the other day with Google's GEMINI AI.
The AI attempted to dispense a fair amount of opinionated nonsense as cold hard facts. Each time, I would call it out on it, and eventually, every time, GEMINI would admit it was untrue, biased info, and it would apologize. When the AI is actually admitting this when pressed...well, what does that tell you? That old adage holds true: "Garbage in, garbage out."
A large problem is the "facts" provided by AI are procured from biased sources that align with its developers and aren't necessarily facts. During the extent of our "discussion" GEMINI would always eventually admit that what it was initially giving me as irrefutable facts, were no such thing.
In the words of CCR: I see a bad moon arising. I see trouble on the way.
The Halloween picture is of course created by me via AI prompts, and the accompanying song is also completely AI.
Be careful out there boys and girls, ghouls and goblins.
I'm off to retrieve my tinfoil hat.
There I sat on that old moss covered half rotted log trying to figure out the best way to photograph this location. The heady odors of the evening forest were quite intoxicating.
It was that alluring blue tarp which initially attracted me, but the longer I sat there the more I became aware of the transparency and presence of the space. I read David Henry Thoreau’s Walden as a young man and recall how his woods possessed an independent character.
That blue tarp is trying its best to absorb all the attention, but the forest with all its banal elements is holding its own.
So in line with my recent exploration of Stephen Shore’s tenants of enveloping space I decided to us space as my leading compositional element.
I also employed Meyerowitz’s adage not to put anything in the center of your frame. If I had moved left that open center “space” would have been extinguished and the scene more compressed.
For me this will always be my favorite shot of Gerace some might say I was lucky to catch it and you would be right if you call luck pouring over maps, shot locations, as well as sun tracking apps to arrange a multi km route so that I ended up right at Porta del Sole when the sun rose. One tool that I use consistently is the Photographers Ephemeris with this tool I can drop a pin on a map and see what direction the light of the sun or moon will take at any given time even far into the future when you will be visiting a place. All my preplanning might seem excessive but I find if you put in the front end work then you can relax enjoying the trip following your plan loosely knowing the old adage “ God laughs while men plan” is true and roll with the punches when needed.
I took this on Sept 16th 2023 with my D850 and Tamron 24-70mm f2.8 G2 Lens at 52mm, 1/250s, f3.2 ISO 450 processed in LR, PS +Lumenzia ,Topaz, and DXO
Disclaimer: My style is a study of romantic realism and still a work in progress
On a gorgeous morning back in June, I asked the fisherman leaving the pier, if he had any bites. He said wryly with a smile, "Nope!" as he sauntered back to his car.
This reminded me of the old adage, "A bad day of fishing is better than a good day at the office."
No dragonflies in evidence when we visited so it's the little guys turn to shine. I read that emerald damselflies are often to be seen resting with wings at an angle like this one, defying the old adage that damselflies have wings folded back whilst dragonflies sit with wings out.
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The phrase "the wheels of justice turn slowly, but grind exceedingly fine" means that while justice may be delayed, it will eventually be delivered thoroughly and accurately. This proverb highlights the often-protracted nature of legal processes but emphasises the eventual attainment of a fair and just outcome.
The proverb has roots in ancient Greek philosophy and has been adapted and used throughout history in various contexts, including religious and legal settings. It is also found in literature and popular culture.
A reference to a hexameter by an unknown poet, cited by sceptic philosopher Sextus Empiricus (2nd century) in his Adversus Grammaticos as a popular adage:
"The millstones of the gods grind late, but they grind fine.
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Didcot Railway Centre is a railway museum and preservation engineering site in Didcot, Oxfordshire, England. The site was formerly a Great Western Railway engine shed and locomotive stabling point.
I think that was an old safety adage or slogan from years ago. But hey, it's a Lamborghini! They come in vivid yellow, lime green and a host of other bright and cheerful colours. And, I have had so much success with my yellow safety jacket attracting the birds, I thought a matching car would only make things better, right?
A long shot of my latest 1/18th scale diecast model car, the Lamborghini Huracan by the budget friendly model maker Bburago. It was another lucky find as it was gathering dust on a forgotten shelf of my local electronics store, so I grabbed it up quickly for a bargain price!
A 9 image focus stack taken and processed in the Canon R10.
Taken before the sun crested the trees, this reddish egret lives up to the old adage that the early bird gets the goodies, in this case a tasty flat fish.
With a good foot of fresh snow so far and more on the way, I am really looking forward to our Florida trip!
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"Pink skies at night, sailors delight. Pink skies in the morning, sailor take warning." This timeless adage was quoted centuries ago, and stands the test of time. As true now as it is was then, this example illustrates its point. At sunset, the pink clouds appeared, while the next morning delivered pleasant, and calm weather. Later that week, we experienced the opposite with morning red skies and violent weather.
The landscape in this small area is strangely unlike any other in these parts. Marked with shale, the edges are razor sharp and show diagonal lines in each cross section. Combining this with the colored sky helped create a special image. One unseen in any other lacation of the Shuswap.
After 2 failed attempts to capture a pair of zebras on M348 and L501, the adage "third time's the charm" came to fruition. Barely. Reroute M327 swapped power in Battle Creek for some reason and was given the lovely pair, that I only realized when it was 30 minutes out. I managed to beat it to the spot I chose by only 3 minutes, but it was enough to set up and get it, before I would have been conned a third time.
On a quiet winter morning a barn that looks like someone had ideas of further use for it sits in total silence with no tracks around to indicate activity. The roof looks comparatively new and the rest of the barn looks well looked after. In our bewildering age where once secure careers can now be out of date within months, a lot of the old adages about working hard don't necessarily guarantee success.
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Momentos más propicios para el casamiento:
En la Edad Media las novias trataban de casarse la noche de la luna llena porque creían que serían bendecidas con fertilidad y abundancia económica.
Los lunes eran considerados días buenos para casarse, porque desde la Europa prerromana el lunes era el día de la Luna, la diosa madre. Esa tradición luego la tomarían los romanos.
El refrán "en martes no te cases ni te embarques" (en algunos lugares "en martes ni te cases ni te embarques, ni de tu casa te apartes") proviene de la Antigua Roma. Marte era el dios de la guerra, por lo que los romanos pensaban que el martes (el día dedicado a ese dios) era un día propicio para desgracias, catástrofes y sangre. Entonces, para tener una convivencia pacífica se prohibió viajar y casarse un día martes.
El viernes era el día consagrado a Venus, la diosa de la belleza y el amor. Ella se encargaría de que el cariño de los novios fuera duradero.
El domingo era un día bendito en la Europa prerromana, pues era el día consagrado al dios Sol. Los romanos lo llamaron domínicum, por dómine, señor, 'dominador', dios). Se suponía que el dios Sol derramaría salud, alegría y abundancia sobre los esposos.
No había que casarse en enero (época de muchísimo frío y carestía en Europa), ya que tendrían escasez económica todo el resto de su vida. Esta superstición se basa en la creencia de que la época en que se genera un proyecto influye en su desarrollo.
More propitious time for marriage:
In the Middle Ages sought to marry the girl the night of the full moon because they thought they would be blessed with economic abundance and fertility.
Monday was considered a good day to get married, because since pre-Roman Europe on Monday was the day of the Moon, the mother goddess. That tradition then take the Romans.
The adage "on Tuesday or you do not marry shipments (in some places" on Tuesday or will you marry or shipping, or you away from your house ") comes from ancient Rome. Mars was the god of war, so the Romans thought that on Tuesday (the day dedicated to the god) was a day for misfortune, disaster and blood. So, to have a peaceful coexistence is married and a travel ban on Tuesday.
Friday was the day dedicated to Venus, the goddess of beauty and love. She would love that the bride and groom were durable.
Sunday was a blessed day in the pre-Roman Europe, because the day was devoted to the god the Romans called it Sol domínicum, Dominica, sir, 'domineering', god). It was supposed that the Sun God derramaría health, happiness and abundance on the spouses.
Not be married in January (when a lot of cold and famine in Europe), which would have limited economic and all the rest of his life. This superstition is based on the belief that the time that it generates a project affects its development.
Love shooting at Wombarra this time of year as the mossy rocks are a lovely colour counterpoint to the blues of the sea and sky.
The old fashion adage of "blue and green should never been seen" doesn't hold in this case :-)
Milarrochy Bay, Loch Lomond, Trossachs
Yes, I know these rocks have been photographed a thousand times by me and others, but I was taken by the biblical sky.
In the middle of one of my long exposures, a guy came up to me and asked what I was shooting. "The rocks and the sky" I said. His response was classic: "Why?" - thus proving the old adage: It's not what you look that matters, it's what you see!
The old adage that “A picture tells a thousand words” is certainly true in this shot from the archives and taken at Ft. Pickens, Florida back in April of 2021.
The story started with an osprey catching a needle fish in Pensacola Bay. In my mind while watching this happen, I wrongfully assumed that it had already exerted all the effort required for its reward, in this case, breakfast. Whitin seconds it became clear that catching the fish was the easy part. Keeping the sky-pirates at bay was another story.
As the osprey holding the fish approached the beaches of Ft. Pickens to perch and enjoy its catch, a second osprey launched from the trees in an attempt to steal the fish. For the next several minutes the two put on a show of true aerobatic excellence with many twists, turns and dives. In my mind, I thought the osprey caring cargo would eventually plumb tucker out (yes, I speak hillbilly) and lose. I captured many shots of the high-speed pursuit, thinking that the two ospreys fighting was my gift of the morning.
While trying desperately to maintain focus on the osprey, something caught my eye entering the frame from stage left. It was a juvenile male bald eagle who no doubt was watching it all unfold, just waiting for the two to exhaust themselves so he could sweep in for the steal.
This shot captures the moment that the greedy osprey excuses itself from the game as the much larger eagle closes on its target. The good news…the eagle lost too and the osprey finally made it back to shore for breakfast, 7-10 minutes late and panting.
True to the adage - this Bullock's Oriole got the worm on an early morn at San Luis National Wildlife Refuge, CA, USA.
Another new species from our recent Gulf Shores trip: The Black-bellied Whistling-Duck.
As I walked the fields of Ft. Morgan National Historic Landmark in Alabama a few weeks ago, an old adage came to mind. As a child I was told that to assume would make an Ass/U/Me. In this case it did.
As I walked the sandy, everything will cut you, barely a path area, my senses were working overtime. Everything was perfect as I had seen and captured a few photos that might well be keepers and my morning was just getting started. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement in the air as a flight of four large birds were coming in low and straight at me. I pulled my camera from my hip to my stomach as I searched my gray matter hard drive for their identification. The rapid cadence of their wings, rounded belly, long necks and overall size convinced this kid that they were cormorants as I could not yet pick up and color variations.
I dropped my camera back to my hip in the same split second that they changed course, placing them in the perfect range and light of the golden hour, making their colors explode! At the same moment, the shrill sound of multiple high-pitched whistling broke the background noise of the seagulls and terns on the beach a few hundred yards away. I stood and watched; mouth no doubly wide open as I realized that I had no idea what they were…and most importantly missed the perfect shot!
Having been to this part of Alabama/Florida many times, my mind was placed in a box of expectation. I had the right lens with my camera set at the right settings to capture that shot. Not that I would have captured it perfectly as I always reserve the right to blow the shot, but I know too that it was a gift lost based on my assumption…now taking on the role of the ass portion of assume.
As I edited this shot, taken a few days later I could punch myself in the forehead for missing the in-flight shot, now begrudgingly reminding myself that some things are meant to be seen and experienced and not photographed. I will refocus on this blessing and not the one missed. It would be wrong and very unappreciative to discount all of your other blessings granted by God and only focus on the one that got away!
Adventure before dementia!
Fuji X-Pro1 plus Helios 44M-7 (and a concave mirror). Most of us here on Flickr, I would guess, publish their shots with a more or less explicit intention. Contrary to the adage, however, images do not speak for themselves (and this one certainly doesn't). Which means that we usually come up with our own guesswork when interpreting these photos. For my part, I see this image as an attempt, photographically speaking, at looking in the mirror. What am I doing when taking and publishing pictures?
“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.”
― Virginia Woolf
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SOLITUDE : CHANTAL CHAMBERLAND
Fraying remnants; fragments
of another life ill spent
a pastel dream of lovers hewn
from pink stucco and grey cement
they met with good intentions
their bless-ed lives to share
but turned to stone and crumbled
in dusty rooms; so unaware
of fate that dealt a fatal blow
and shattered all their dreams
the pieces of their intriguing puzzle
filled the air; settled on beams
rough-hewn wood and splinters
particles of life
echoes of another age
faded grandeur; without strife
easy come and easy go
that old chestnut; adage
let me see and let me know
the wonders of our passage
from youth to adulthood it seems
the transition was rather cloudy
speckled memories like dust bunnies
passed before my eyes and shrouded
all my thoughts entombed and rested
waiting for the sunshine
to brighten up and find me hidden
in dark corners of my anxious mind
peace reigns in old and ancient times
the buildings filled with wonder
the secrets of the ones who walked
before our footsteps crashed like thunder
my ballgown sweeps the fallen leaves
blown through the cracks in window panes
catch the softly filtered light
feel the fresh and welcome rain
how good it is to be alive
to feel the world and find my place
how sad it would have been to die
not knowing of your lovely face
I see you now in my mind's eye
the twinkle of your smile meets mine
and all the while I think of nothing
but the kiss we shared; so sweet; divine
the blue and green hues of the ocean
divided at our touch
we swam for miles and wreathed in smiles
we swam the whole way back
I think you let me beat you then
in our little race we set
your generosity and kindness
the love you gave when first we met
never dwindled through those years
and time stood still at will
set in an amber memory
you know I love you still
but you were never meant for me
never mine to have at all
I try to stop my tears from falling
amid these murmuring sequestered walls.
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