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The perky character has become a regular of late. I see him almost every day. Not sure how long his stay is, but I'm enjoying the show.
Seen in North Morro Bay, Ca.
Cute sign... once upon a time, the English teacher in me would have rebelled. I must be becoming a benign bear. A bit.
Cromer Pier captured during my second ever trip to Norfolk a month or so ago. This image was captured mid-afternoon and in somewhat benign conditions.
Fortunately there was a little wave action and some wind to work with hence an attempt to create a more arty take on one of Cromer’s more popular tourist attractions.
Being on the edge of the Himalaya, ominous clouds were a common sight. Typically, the mountains fuel the over-development, and the front ridge remains fairly benign due to the attenuating effect of the air drawn in from the flatlands, but on this day even the front ridge saw its share of the action.
Storm clouds dismiss their reliance on the sun's heating of the ground to fuel them with thermic energy in favour of a convective feedback loop, whereby heat from the air drawn into the clouds provides energy for them to draw yet more air from underneath them, fuelling the process yet further: cloud suck.
As free-aviators, we actively seek out air that has risen from ground heated by the sun; these thermals carry us up at relatively gentle rates, rarely in excess of 20kmh, but cloud-suck, especially once in a cloud, can exceed 100kmh. In this shot, I'm around 10km from the storm, in this case a probable safe distance, however there are at least four wings in this shot, just a little closer to the force of nature than I.
We made our first visit to the sea stacks at Mangersta on the Saturday (day 2) but were thwarted by some awful and potentially dangerous weather conditions. Although the strong winds were blowing on-shore rather than forcing us off the tops, the horizontal rain and sea-spray blowing up the 150-200ft cliffs made photography impossible. We therefore reluctantly decided to return the following day after a few hours on Harris. It was later in the afternoon when we arrived and the lowering sun was casting some lovely, warm light onto the very impressive stacks. We were disappointed that the sea was far more benign than the previous day but I for one was far happier perched on the cliff edge without the wind!
The collection of sinister-looking islets, rocks, reefs and sundry hazards to navigation known as The Needles. Maatsuyker Island, South Coast, Tasmania.
Fairly benign day when this was made but it's worth looking at a map of the relationship between the southern end of Tasmania and the Great Southern Ocean.
It gets mean here. Really, really mean. The lighthouse weather station up on Maatsuyker regularly records winds in excess of 160kph. The seas here make up extremely quickly, huge swells follow and there are few places to hide.
That said, on a lovely day there's no place better!
From the film archive circa 1990.
Nikon F3HP, Nikkor 35-70 f/3.5-4.5 AIS, probably around 1000th sec at f/16 on Kodak Gold 400. ~35mm.
La dimora venne costruita nel 1879 per iniziativa dell'imprenditore Cristoforo Benigno Crespi, esponente di spicco della famiglia Crespi, operante con successo nel settore tessile, il quale volle utilizzarla come residenza estiva.
Architetto: Angelo Colla.
La villa, in stile moresco, trae ispirazione dagli edifici dei paesi mediorientali.
it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Villa_Crespi_(Orta_San_Giulio)
La terra è benigna, mite, indulgente, ed alle richiedenze dei mortali serva continua; quante cose, costretta, produce, quante altre spontaneamente distrugge, quanti profumi, sapori, succhi, sensi, e colori ci offre! Con quanta onestà ci rende i tesori che a lei affidiamo! Quante cose per utile nostro essa alimenta.
(Gaio Plinio Secondo)
L'unica maniera per realizzare i nostri sogni è svegliarsi...
Roberto Benigni
Nasceva a Castiglion il 27 ottobre 1952
In una strada di Cuneo
Piemonte
O! Ocean, seat of gems so precious
And riches not yet measured.
What treasures you keep, for whom?
From where have you acquired so much
You are a vast expanse like the sky,
Limitless, impregnable and fierce
But yet, though boiling aqua today
Where you not vapour yesterday
And ice benumbing tomorrow be ?
You are the source and means of life,
Benign mother of the protoplasm.
Rich in food rare and costly, nay
Everything big, small useful or not
Is in your stock, in that womb,
Unbounded, held under your sway
In contradiction to the laws of nature.
Why ? you are nature itself.
Is there one to enforce law on you ?
Wonderful are your ways O! Ocean.
At times calm and composed you remain,
At times you ebb and sweep like a train;
Now you roar like a lion,
Now you lisp like a lamb too nice;
Playing still the music of the waves.
Though in that inner heart is eternal peace
To me you are the dark blue ocean
To your frost white, but no colour you own.
An embodiment you are
Of bounteousness and generosity.
As the Lord supreme and mighty,
It is the cool refreshing air, I know
Your life breath itself, you give,
That sustains life in the universe,
What to speak of your salinity,
That enlivens the entire living world
And savours the dishes of the poor and rich alike
- Anuj Nair
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More Topaz distortion of a nice benign summer day in Ireland
Textures by Pareeerica and Annakika. Thank you ;-)
216 Giant Faces of the Buddha or perhaps of the 12th/13th c. CE King of Angkor Thom, Jayavarman VII, looked down on me benignly as I lounged a bit on a rather scraggly lawn to catch my breath after the morning's incredibilities. The inset is of a three-some of those sculpted faces gracing the Bayon.
Grasses are lowly plants, but Desmostachya bipinnata, Dharba or Kusha, is sacred to Buddhism. Legend has it that in prehistorical times hairs from the shell of the World Turtle washed up on the shore and were transformed into that grass. Woven together the cushion served the Buddha and hence its sacrality.
No, the grass of my resting place in the photo is not Dharba. But the beautiful purple stamens remind of Buddhist Mysticism and the virtues of the Buddha. In this context, the Purple Lotus is particularly significant.
The dew drops demonstrate that I was here early in the morning...; there's a connection to the Grass Story, too, but I've forgotten what exactly.
A little too unafraid of me, perhaps, living on a little-visited island. I have never gotten so close to one. But only benign intentions on my part, so all was good.
Zenaida macroura
Mount's Bay is a large, sweeping bay on the English Channel coast of Cornwall, stretching from the Lizard Point to Gwennap Head. In the north of the bay, near Marazion, is St Michael's Mount, the origin of the name of the bay. Though it looks to summer visitors like a large, benign, scenic, natural harbour, in an onshore winter gale it presents a great danger to shipping and a "maritime trap", especially for sailing ships. There are more than 150 known wrecks from the nineteenth century in the area.
St Michael's Mount, is the most famous of Cornwall's landmarks. Originally the site of a Benedictine Chapel, the spectacular castle on the rock dates from the 14th Century when Guy St. Aubin made it his home. The St Aubyn family created a stunning garden with pathways that wind their way up to the main entrance of the castle through carefully planted slopes that feature many sub-tropical species.
In 1954, Francis St Aubyn, 3rd Lord St Levan, gave a large part of the island to the National Trust, under a unique arrangement whereby the family have a 999-year lease to live in the castle and a licence to operate the visitor business.
In 2003, James and Mary St Aubyn moved to the castle with their four children. They, in their turn, became Lord and Lady St Levan in 2013 and still live on the island today.
E' la E652-012 la titolare di questa tradottina di vuoti da Trofarello a Cuneo del Sabato mattina. Questa volta l'ho ripresa dal famoso cavalcavia della Michelin di Cuneo utilizzato da molti e mai considerato dal sottoscritto. Devo dire che in effetti il punto è ottimo!
San Benigno di Cuneo, 17/12/2016
Foto: Flavio Tecco
Or maybe Second breakfast, or Elevenese perhaps. Hard to tell with Hummingbirds as they seemingly always to be busy with food.
In the Garden of Benign Neglect.
Verzuolandia Reloaded:
Dopo aver fotografato il treno Savona-Cuneo a Fossano e San Benigno, spunta l'idea di fotografarlo nel suo proseguimento per verzuolo dal cavalcavia di Busca, idea coronata da una splendida D445.1019 nelle caldi luci di fine settembre.
Autumn is a very deceptive season. It starts off in a benign way. Leaves begin to turn color, but still cling to the branches. The mood is kind of pumpkiny, soft, an autumn harvest sort of feel. But all of this is so fleeting. The descent phase kicks into high gear at the end of October and runs rampant through the end of November. Leaves begin to lose color and quickly thin and fall. Temperatures become much harsher. The killing frost descends. Soon snow and ice return amid a sea of bare tree limbs. Very quickly the last of the color leaches out of the environment. It's like a mean old man who gets meaner every time you see him. The rapid downward spiral is truly remarkable. No other month seems to bring about such a rapid transformation to our local climate. This period is so fleeting I try not to miss a single opportunity to experience it. One of my annual rites of autumn for the past several years has been a return to this crumbling old building. It first caught my eye one autumn day when the summer foliage had died back enough to reveal it. Although scarcely six feet from the side of the road, it is completely cloaked all summer long. Even though I know right where to look I still cannot see it. By late October, it remerges into view, a bit worse for the wear. Each year I think this will be the last photo, yet it still manages to remain upright. I try to time my arrival with the 'kinder-gentler' phase of autumn. My visit this year revealed a shocking state of decay. The old garage is clearly in the autumn of its lifespan. The juxtaposition of collapse framed against the autumnal hues provided the perfect visual metaphor.
A painterly quality to the scene as first sunlight exerts its influence.
Taken last week, the benign-looking conditions belie what was the coldest hilltop I've felt for a while (all winter!). Multi-layers topped off with a thick down jacket failed to keep matters bearable, as I stood, motionless, awaiting sunrise.
Tussling with that scything northerly blast provided the usual problems with maintaining image stability whilst finding the optimum aperture/shutter speed/iso combination. Even the use of my heavier tripod barely improved the situation. There are times when you wonder whether it's worth the bother.
Ya se escuchan volando a gran altura cuando atraviesan mi ciudad camino del norte. Es posible que lo benigno del clima precipite su regreso.
La foto está tomada a comienzos de diciembre en Gallocanta. Traté de reducir la velocidad cerrando diafragma para buscar ese puntito de movimiento en las alas. 1/40 es todo lo que conseguí, pues la luz era todavía abundante. Me gusta el resultado.
He elegido esta toma por esa diagonal y he recortado la foto a formato 16:9, que creo que le va bien.
Le grand-orgue de Saint-Bénigne
Les premiers orgues de l'église se trouvaient sur le jubé. En 1740, les moines bénédictins décident d'installer un orgue dans la nef ; ils firent donc construire une tribune (on en voit la partie supérieure dans la photo ci-dessus : un bas-relief du roi David jouant de la harpe à gauche, sainte Cécile à droite). Simultanément, la construction de l'orgue est confiée, en 1740, au facteur Karl-Joseph Riepp (1710-1775) et à son frère Rupert. Le tout sera mis en valeur par un somptueux buffet commandé aux menuisiers et sculpteurs dijonnais Edme et Guillaume Marlet. Les cariatides (ou atlantes), les panneaux ornés d'attributs musicaux, les angelots qui dansent, les anges qui soufflent dans les trompettes, associés à des dimensions plus que respectables donnent à ce meuble en chêne, de style Louis XV, une stature et une vigueur que l'on voit rarement dans une église. À sa création, c'était l'instrument le plus imposant que l'on pouvait admirer en province.
En 1788, les goûts musicaux avaient changé. On modifia donc l'orgue. La tâche fut confiée à Jean Richard de Troyes. Vint la Révolution et ses exigences ubuesques :
les patriotes de la section de Saint-Philibert exigèrent le métal de l'instrument (sans doute pour le fondre). Dominique Parin, titulaire de l'instrument, réussit à le sauver en s'engageant à jouer des airs patriotiques pour le peuple.
La tourmente une fois passée, c'est en 1846-47 qu'eut lieu la première restauration du XIXe siècle. L'orgue est transformé en instrument romantique. En 1860, avec Joseph Merklin, l'aspect symphonique est accentué. Enfin, en 1953, c'est la maison Roethinger de Strasbourg qui harmonise le grand-orgue de Saint-Bénigne dans le style néo-classique. Marcel Dupré inaugure le nouvel instrument en 1955. En 1987, une nouvelle reconstruction de l'orgue est confiée au facteur allemand Gerhard Schmid de Kaufbeuren. Il aura désormais 6000 tuyaux, 73 jeux et cinq claviers. L'inauguration a lieu en mars 1996.
Si vous n'avez pas l'habitude d'entrer dans une église, faites une exception pour Saint-Bénigne à Dijon, rien que pour admirer cet orgue imposant.
Source : «Cathédrale Saint-Bénigne de Dijon» édité par la paroisse Saint-Bénigne.
www.patrimoine-histoire.fr/Patrimoine/Dijon/Dijon-Saint-B...
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The great organ of Saint-Bénigne
The first church organs were on the rood screen. In 1740 the Benedictine monks decided to install an organ in the nave; therefore they did build a platform (we see the top in the picture above: a bas-relief of King David playing the harp left, St. Cecilia right). Simultaneously, the construction of the organ is entrusted in 1740 to the factor Riepp Karl-Joseph (1710-1775) and his brother Rupert. This will be enhanced by a sumptuous buffet commanded the carpenters and sculptors Edme and William Marlet. The caryatids (or Atlantis), panels decorated with musical attributes, dancing cherubs, angels blowing trumpets in, associated with more than respectable dimensions give this oak cabinet, Louis XV style, stature and a force that is rarely seen in a church. At its inception, it was the largest instrument that could be seen in the provinces.
In 1788 musical tastes had changed. So we changed the organ. The task was entrusted to Jean Richard de Troyes. Then came the Revolution and its grotesque requirements:
Patriots section of Saint-Philibert demanded the metal of the instrument (probably to melt). Dominique Parin, instrument holder, managed to save it by committing to play patriotic songs for the people.
Once the storm passed, from 1846 to 1847 took place the first restoration of the nineteenth century. The organ is transformed into romantic instrument. In 1860, with Joseph Merklin, symphonic aspect is accentuated. Finally, in 1953, it is the house of Strasbourg Roethinger harmonizing the great organ of Saint-Bénigne in the neoclassical style. Marcel Dupré inaugurated the new instrument in 1955. In 1987, a new reconstruction of the organ is assigned to the German Gerhard Schmid factor of Kaufbeuren. He will now have 6,000 pipes, 73 games and five keyboards. The inauguration took place in March 1996.
If you do not have the habit of entering a church, made an exception for Saint-Bénigne in Dijon, just to admire this impressive organ.
From: "Cathédrale Saint-Bénigne de Dijon" published by the Saint-Bénigne church.
Translated from:
www.patrimoine-histoire.fr/Patrimoine/Dijon/Dijon-Saint-B...
Neighborhood backyard fenced in to create a fantasy rural campground within the city limits complete with benign graffiti.
Rifugio Benigni - novembre 2012 ...primo approccio alla fotografia notturna: c'è molto da migliorare specialmente a guardarla in grande.
"C'han detto vili
brutti e schifosi
ma son soltanto degli stitici gelosi
ma il corpo è lieto
lo sguardo è puro
noi siamo quelli che han cacato di sicuro."
ROBERTO BENIGNI
In the Garden of Benign Neglect. A California Towhee getting a quick drink before going back to scratching the undergrowth.
{those interested in learning some psychology 101 please indulge me here }
or just enjoy the photo.....and skip this text.
THE DEVIL is in us all. .. and is most often deep in our unconscious.
We humans can be bitter, judgmental, overly critical, way too presumptuous of others, and many a time it defeats our relationships and sends those who love us far away.
A simple yet frequent psychological defense mechanism comes into play here.
PROJECTION~!!!!!!!
We project our awful qualities onto others so we don't have to
own our crap so we bestow it upon others......
Many of us like to see other people fail, fall and flounder.
Misery loves company.
Many of us are competitive ,jealous, passive, aggressive, controlling buffoons and without knowing it or owning it ( so to speak )..... it gets us into a lot of trouble in our lives.
Many of us cannot extirpate the Devil in us or even admit that we have devilish qualities for we intellectualize/rationalize that demonic part of us into something benign or even helpful.
for example:
" i helped him with my advice, he never could get past high school, so i sent him to work in a factory" .
Many of us only feel real when we are devilish, hateful, judgmental, critical, and putting others down to feel bad.
Many of us are truly clones of our parents ( either one )
and carry traits of theirs that truly STINK!
we all praise our heritage and our perfect PARENTS
so we cannot differentiate the good stuff from the bad stuff.
If we don't act rude, harsh, JUDGEMENTAL like MOTHER acts and who has unconsciously taught me to do likewise
it translates into not loving her...
in other words. we have this allegiance to LUNACY!!
Yet humans can be both devilish and angelic
hateful and lovable.
yes
Humans are malleable.
Yet it is so much easier for human beings to hate than to love.
Why this is so?
Only the Devil knows.
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{SYMMETRY begins with one very ordinary simple photograph.}
from HALLOWEEN
in MANHATTAN
Photography’s new conscience
Dopo il Giudizio Universale Dio incontra Carl Marx: “Ah, tu sei quello che mi ha dato tutte quelle preoccupazioni nel xx secolo. Visto che hai sempre detto che io non ci sono, sarai condannato a farmi da portinaio. E quando non vorrò essere disturbato sei autorizzato a dire Dio non c’è”.
(Roberto Benigni)
Terezin Fortress, Terezin, Czechia
This balcony is attached to a building in the Terezin Fortress aka the Small Fortress. During World War II, the fortress served as a prison for the Prague Gestapo from 10 June 1940 until May 1945. Unlike the Terezín Ghetto, where the Jews were imprisoned, the Small Fortress served as a prison for the political opponents of the Nazi German regime, Czech resistance members, some British POWs, and other people from the Soviet Union, Yugoslavia, France, Italy etc. Throughout the operation of the Gestapo prison, around 32,000 people (including 5,000 women) were incarcerated here.
The Small Fortress had the character of a transitional prison, from which the prisoners were gradually sent to concentration camps. Around 2,600 prisoners were killed in the fortress through hunger, torture and poor hygiene. Thousands died after being transported from Terezín to concentration camps and elsewhere.
The purpose of the balcony room above is unclear, but it contained several plants and a microscope. However, it is hard to imagine that it was used to improve the lives of the inmates.
Compared to the 1 in 75 gradients of Shap and Beattock banks, the 1 in 228 here on the WCML south of Carlisle is relatively benign, but 56113 still has its work cut out lifting its 1300 te train through the reverse curves at Barrow Mill on 22 November 2021.
The train is 6K30, Colas Rail Freight’s 1201 Carlisle Yard – Pinnox Branch Esso Sidings, a short term contract moving recovered ballast from Carlisle to Longport.
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O meu Deus com a sua benignidade virá ao meu encontro; Deus me fará ver o meu desejo sobre os meus inimigos. Salmo 59:10
A yard bird. While this is a pic from a month or so ago, I still see this guy bopping around, usually with the White-crowned Gang.
Una doppia composizione di TTR (Treno trasporto regionale GTT, stesso progetto dei minuetto di Trenitalia) sta attraversando la tranquilla landa del Canavese tra San Benigno Canavese e Bosconero. Il convoglio terminerà la sua corsa nella stazione di Rivarolo Canavese.
Bosconero, 18/01/2018
Foto: Flavio Tecco
Questa foto in realtà non doveva essere scattata...infatti durante un uscita sulla linea Savigliano-Saluzzo-Cuneo a caccia di “verzuolami” mi imbatto in questo punto nei pressi di San Benigno,il Pl si abbassa e il suono delle tramogge da Torino per Busca si fa sempre più forte finché non compare davanti al mio obbiettivo!
In foto possiamo vedere le D100 104+105 in transito a San Benigno in direzione Cuneo,dove effettueranno un cambio banco per giungere a Busca.
La E652-167 di Mercitalia transita isolata nella bella, ma dismessa, stazione di San Benigno di Cuneo. Questa stazioncina viene utilizzata esclusivamente per gli incroci, ma viene ancora abitata da un ex dipendente di FS chela mantiene come un gioiello.
San Benigno di Cuneo 18/8/2016
Foto: Flavio Tecco
Mount's Bay is a large, sweeping bay on the English Channel coast of Cornwall, stretching from the Lizard Point to Gwennap Head. In the north of the bay, near Marazion, is St Michael's Mount, the origin of the name of the bay. Though it looks to summer visitors like a large, benign, scenic, natural harbour, in an onshore winter gale it presents a great danger to shipping and a "maritime trap", especially for sailing ships. There are more than 150 known wrecks from the nineteenth century in the area.
St Michael's Mount, is the most famous of Cornwall's landmarks. Originally the site of a Benedictine Chapel, the spectacular castle on the rock dates from the 14th Century.The St Aubyn family created a stunning garden with pathways that wind their way up to the main entrance of the mount through carefully planted slopes that feature many sub-tropical species.
Now in the care of the National Trust, the Mount's castle and gardens are open to the public during weekdays from April to October, and most weekends.
Access is on foot across the causeway at low tide, or by a short ferry crossing at high tide.
Digital shot of this mural in Rimini depicting Federico Fellini's final film, La Voce Della Luna.
I really like this film & I think its very underrated. Martin Scorsese said it was a good film in an interview with him.
Nikon D7000.
Pan: divinità silvestre, emblema della forza della natura, la leggenda narra che:
“Pan, figlio di Mercurio, era il Dio dei boschi e dei pascoli. Quando nacque – sul monte Liceo – in Arcadia – sua madre si spaventò a vederlo con quelle forme di satiretto: fronte sfuggente, naso camuso, orecchie puntute, cornetti aguzzi tra l’aspra chioma ricciuta, barbetta caprina e gambe e piedi e coda di capra. La madre si spaventò; Mercurio invece ravvolse quel suo strano figliuolo in calde pelli di lepre e lo portò sull’Olimpo, dove gli Dei tutti – e forse di questo gli venne il nome “Pan”, cioè “tutto” – si spassarono alla sua vista. Cresciuto, egli andò per boschi e per grotte, ora, nelle radure dei boschi, danzando con le Ninfe, ora, nei burroni, cacciando le fiere. Nella calura meridiana dormiva a nessuno doveva turbare il silenzio di quell’ora sacra. Benigno ai pastori, dei quali faceva prosperare le greggi, e ai cacciatori, cui mandava a tiro le fiere, si compiaceva tuttavia di apparire improvvisamente ai viaggiatori nei luoghi sperduti suscitando in essi, anche col suo solo avvicinarsi, un oscuro terrore, che da lui appunto si disse “panico”. A sera, accosciato al piè di una roccia o di un albero solitario, suonava la sua zampogna, e il canto dell’irrequieto, estroso e non di rado dissoluto Nume, si diffondeva dolce e accorato. Però che Pan aveva, anche lui, la sua tristezza in cuore.
Egli si era un giorno incapricciato – capriccio o amor vero? – di una leggiadra Ninfa: Siringa, figlia di Ladone, dio fluviale. Ma la Ninfa, inseguita, aveva supplicato il padre che la sottraesse alle insistenze di quel caprigno adoratore; e il padre l’aveva nascosta facendola diventare una canna in mezzo a un canneto. Una di quelle canne Pan, deluso, aveva divelto dal suolo; poi l’aveva tagliata in sette cannucce di varia digradante lunghezza, aveva poi unite le cannucce con una funicella e con un poco di cera e ne aveva fatto la zampogna pastorale. Su quella zampogna, tutte le sere, quando calava il crepuscolo sui campi e la malinconia dei ricordi e dei rimpianti nei cuori, Pan cantava il suo amore perduto.
Perché era amore. Da: “Dei ed Eroi” di E. Treves
Last summer, driving west from Val Marie, I had to pull over when I saw these black-bottomed clouds. Walked into a field. Felt slightly uneasy; storms can explode with sudden violence in these parts, and I am aware that my tripod is an excellent lightning rod. However, this one passed benignly enough.
Photographed near Val Marie, Saskatchewan. Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission © 2015 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Risalito la Val di Salmurano, tagliamo a sinistra prima del Passo omonimo e ci dirigiamo verso il "Canalino" che conduce verso il Rif. Benigni...
"La donna è nata dalla costola dell'uomo.
Non dai piedi per essere calpestata,
non dalla testa per essere al di sopra,
ma dal costato, dal lato destro, per essere uguale all'uomo;
sotto il braccio per essere protetta e dal lato del cuore per essere amata"
Roberto Benigni
25 novembre _Giornata Mondiale contro la violenza sulle donne
Not noted for steep slopes and craggy outcrops the Northern Fells, North of Keswick, are more benign, gentle curves with slopes more suitable for aging legs and reduced stamina. Here looking East from Binsey over Over Water towards the Caldbeck and Uldale fells.
There's an emptiness
I can't quite define
a reversal of life
yet quite benign
there's a greyness
up above me
obscuring clarity of thought
to which only Winter will agree
there's a mistiness
way deep inside me
it rises unannounced
affecting degree by degree
there's a stillness
of mood all around
untouchable as may be,
it's effects are profound
there's a nothingness
that's completely slipped my mind
now please forgive me,
for more words I cannot find.
by anglia24
09h40: 11/01/2008
© 2008anglia24
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