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Note : Je tenais à souhaiter à tous mes amis de Flickr une très beau Temps des Fêtes. Merci de tout coeur pour votre appui. Et pour ceux qui, parmi vous, ont gardé leur coeur d’enfant, je vous offre un rêve d’enfant. Celui de John.
Imagine (Un rêve d’enfant)
- Je vous présente John, 7 ans. Il veut vous parler de son dessin.
« J’ai fait un dessin pour Noël. Je l’ai fait pour mes parents, mais vous pouvez le regarder si vous promettez de garder le secret…
Dans mon dessin, il fait froid, très froid
Et, par beau temps, on peut voir jusqu’au bout du monde
Là bas, au bout du monde, il fait chaud et il n’y a pas de neige.
Mais moi j’aime la neige et je veux rester ici avec le harfang des neiges et mes amis.
Regardez! J’ai dessiné des bulles dans le ciel, comme ces bulles de savon que l’on souffle, mes amis et moi en riant dans le soleil d’été.
Ces bulles renferment des rêves d’enfants, les miens, ceux de mes amis et de tous les enfants du monde. Ces rêves sont précieux, mais fragiles
Il ne faut pas les briser. Ils sont notre avenir à tous.»
- Oui mais John, quel est ton rêve à toi?
« Un jour, j’écrirai de la musique et je chanterai des chansons…
…Vous pouvez bien dire que je suis un rêveur, mais je ne suis pas le seul.
J’espère qu’un jour, vous vous joindrez à nous. Et alors le monde ne fera qu’un » (You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us. And the world will live as one.)
Patrice
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Note: I wanted to wish all my Flickr friends a very nice Holiday Season. Thank you very much for your support. And for those of you who have kept their child's heart, I offer you a childhood dream. It is John's.
Imagine (A Childhood Dream)
- This is John, 7 years old. He wants to talk to you about his drawing.
"I made a drawing for Christmas. I did it for my parents, but you can see it if you promise to keep the secret. . .
In my drawing, it is cold, very cold
And, in good weather, we can see the end of the world.
There, at the end of the world, it is warm and is not snow.
But I love snow and I want to stay here with the snowy owl and my friends.
Look! I draw bubbles in the sky, like the soap bubbles that we blow, my friends and I, laughing in the summer sun.
These bubbles contain dreams of children, mine, those of my friends,
and all the children of the world. These dreams are precious, and fragile. They must not be broken. They are our future for everyone. "
- Yes John, but what is your dream?
"One day, I will compose music and I will sing songs. . .
…You can say that I am a dreamer, but I am not the only one.
I hope that one day, you will join us. And then the world will be one. "
Patrice
Created for the "Rock the World" Challenge: www.flickr.com/groups/challenges_community_group/discuss/...
Children in St. Louis, Missouri, protesting proposed cuts to the SNAP (food stamp) program, by Donald Trump and the Republican Party. Children would be the innocent victims and the ancillary damage created by this needless and cruel attempt to cut or limit benefits to the most needy American families.
frappent, frappent petites mains ...
Chlidren Song :
Turn, Turn little mill
Applaud , Applaud little hands
A shot from Trier in Germany (Christmas Market)
Prise à Trèves en Allemagne (Marché de Noël)
7966 2021 02 26 file
Japanese Chlidren's Art Exchange (1966)
Current exhibit at The Leslie Powell Foundation Gallery
Lawton, OK
Artist Credit: Fusako Fujita.......girl age 11yr
Better to learn "to lose" when younger. The consequences are still not expensive. Otherwise when grown, extremely painful to lose your values, belongings, beloveds.
Kompong Chhnang (Cambodge) - En 2019, j’étais resté 5 jours dans cette ville, attiré par le village flottant, moins touristique que ceux qui se trouvent plus au nord vers Siem Reap, dans la région des temples d’Angkor. Sur mon scooter j’avais sillonné la piste qui longe la rivière Tonlé Sap, en me dirigeant vers le nord. Cette fois, j’ai décidé d’explorer les berges de la rivière en direction du sud. Il ne m’a pas fallu bien longtemps pour tomber sur cette scène. De loin, j’ai cru qu’il s’agissait de petits piments. J’avais raison, mais pour être plus précis, ce sont des poivrons. Récoltés le matin, ils sont ouverts à la main et mis à sécher un jour ou deux au soleil. La majorité de la production est commercialisée à Phnom Penh. Le reste sera vendu par les agriculteurs eux-mêmes sous le marché couvert de Kompong Chhnang.
Red pepper harvest
Kompong Chhnang (Cambodia) - In 2019, I stayed 5 days in this city, attracted by the floating village, less touristy than those located further north towards Siem Reap, in the region of the Angkor temples. On my scooter I had criss-crossed the track that runs along the river heading north. This time, I decided to explore the south. It didn't take me long to stumble upon this scene. From a distance, I thought they were small peppers. I was right, but to be more specific, they are red peppers. Harvested in the morning, they are opened by hand and left to dry for a day or two in the sun. Most of the production is marketed in Phnom Penh. The rest will be sold by the farmers themselves under the covered market of Kompong Chhnang.
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Dňa 18.8.2018 združenie Košická detská železnica zorganizovalo mimoriadnu jazdu vlakom z Košíc do Jelšavy kde sa konali "Kaštielne dni". Okrem toho sa konali aj dve mimoriadne jazdy vlakom z Jelšavy do Muráňa ako spomienka keď na tejto trati fungovala osobná doprava. Na obrázku už súprava vlakov "oddychuje" pred svojou cestou do Košíc s plánovaným odchodom po 18-tej hodine. 18.8.2018
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On 18th August 2018, a company Košická detská železnica (Cassovia Chlidren´s Railroad Association) organized an extraordinary train ride from Košice to Jelšava, where took place so-called "Castle Days". In addition, there were also two extraordinary train rides from Jelšava to Muráň as a reminder of when passenger transport used to be operated on that line. In the picture, the train set is already "resting" before its journey to Košice, with a departure plan after 6 pm. 18.8.2018
Hamilton , Bermuda 2015
What to say...What story is there to tell??? Sleep in the shade while the world buzz's about...
Thank you all for the comments and the favorites! They are much appreciated!
i want dedicate this picture to anyone who has ever lost a child or to anyone who has ever felt lost, remember that miracles happen.
...for a friend...
We stayed 2 days camping in the Karo village of Korcho. Of course, all the kids of the village came to see the white people! They were very nice, but a little bit noisy!
This picture has been taken early in the morning, the kids were coming to see the tents, and i asked them to be quiet because people still slept... they understood very well, and all stayed together in silence! A nice moment.
I tried to do the same in the afternoon when they were too intrusive, but it didn't worked!Like many tribes in Ethiopia, Mursi, Surma etc, most of the boys shave their head.
Korcho village, South Ethiopia
The Karo (or Kara), with a population of about 1000 - 1500 live on the east banks of the Omo River in south Ethiopia.
Their neighbors are the Hamar,Bana,Bashada,the famous Mursi and Nyangatom (on the other side of Omo river, who are their enemies ) . They speak a south Omotic language.
The Karo grow sorghum ,maize and beans .
Karo use to paint body and decorate their face. They use white (chalk), black (charcoal), yellow, ochre, and red earth.. Karo women scarify their chests to beautify themselves .The scarification of a man's chest shows that he has killed an enemy or a dangerous animal. The scars are done with a knife or razor blade and ash is rubbed into.
The wearing of a grey and ochre clay hair bun alsoindicates the killing of an enemy or a dangerous animal. Hamar do the same.
The women have a very distinctive hairdress: they put red clay mixed with butter in their hair, so that the hair looks like a bunch of coffee beans. Ladies still use leather clothing made from animal skins.
The men all use a wood headrest to protect their hair bun, and they use it too to sit.
They love to rest under the men house, the chifo. At the end of the harvest and at times of initiation and marriage, the Karo come together to enjoy dances with a lot of local beer. These happy times often lead to marriage after the young man has successfully accompling the bull jumping. A Karo man may take as many wives as he can afford, but usually he marries two or three.
© Eric Lafforgue
The Mlabri traditionally lived a nomadic lifestyle. They moved frequently, and had no permanent houses, instead making temporary shelters from palm leaves and bamboo-string. They wore only a loin-covering of bark or cloth, though most Mlabri now wear factory-made clothes gained by trade with other hill tribes. They are hunter-gatherers, with most of their food coming from gathering. Women give birth alone in the forest and infant mortality used to be very high.
The Mlabri have few regimented social ceremonies, and are said to have no formal religious system, though they believe in forest spirits and other nature spirit. Marriages are made with simple request; there is no bride-price. The dead are buried near where they expired, and the tribe moves on.
These chlidren are found in Nan Province, northern part of Thailand.
*Working Towards a Better World
I Have a Dream
Martin Luther King’s I have a dream speech August 28 1963
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself in exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an shameful condition.
In a sense we’ve come to our nation’s Capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.
This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check; a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.”
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism.
Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?”
We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality.
We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.
We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one.
We can never be satisfied as long as our chlidren are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating “for whites only.”
We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote.
No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident; that all men are created equal.”
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, that one day right down in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exhalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I will go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.
With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with new meaning, “My country ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrims’ pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.”
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California. But not only that; let freedom ring from the Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! ❤️❤️❤️
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Entrada Gratuïta:
Para todos aquellos que aman la fotografía y sienten su belleza más allá de los intereses personales.
"LE COSE CHE HO IMPARATO DALLA VITA".
Ecco alcune delle cose che ho imparato nella vita:
Che non importa quanto sia buona una persona, ogni tanto ti ferirà. E per questo, bisognerà che tu la perdoni.
Che ci vogliono anni per costruire la fiducia e solo pochi secondi per distruggerla.
Che non dobbiamo cambiare amici, se comprendiamo che gli amici cambiano.
Che le circostanze e l’ambiente hanno influenza su di noi, ma noi siamo responsabili di noi stessi.
Che, o sarai tu a controllare i tuoi atti, o essi controlleranno te.
Ho imparato che gli eroi sono persone che hanno fatto ciò che era necessario fare, affrontandone le conseguenze.
Che la pazienza richiede molta pratica.
Che ci sono persone che ci amano, ma che semplicemente non sanno come dimostrarlo.
Che a volte, la persona che tu pensi ti sferrerà il colpo mortale quando cadrai, è invece una di quelle poche che ti aiuteranno a rialzarti.
Che solo perché qualcuno non ti ama come tu vorresti, non significa che non ti ami con tutto te stesso.
Che non si deve mai dire a un bambino che i sogni sono sciocchezze: sarebbe una tragedia se lo credesse.
Che non sempre è sufficiente essere perdonato da qualcuno. Nella maggior parte dei casi sei tu a dover perdonare te stesso.
Che non importa in quanti pezzi il tuo cuore si è spezzato; il mondo non si ferma, aspettando che tu lo ripari.
(Paulo Coelho)
the old Saxon cemetery, upon the hill, next to the Saxon church, Segesvár(Hungarian)/Schäßburg(German)/Sighisoara(Romanian)
The story is that there is no story.....
The town is originally one of the seven Saxon towns in Transylvania, that is why you find many old and/or not so old graves and tombs in and outside the cemetery as well next to the Saxon church upon the hill over the castle....This one is actually just outside the fence, not so far from the Saxon wooden staircase that goes up to the the old Saxon school, but there are no more Saxon chlidren in Segesvár/Schäßburg.
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October is supposed to be a dry season in south Ethiopia, but rains were commun at this time. It's always a happy time for villagers to have rain after a dry weather, as Karo kids wash themselves, like i did too after 3 days without shower !
© Eric Lafforgue
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These two happy schoolgirls zipped past me so fast I barely had time to take this picture. They kept weaving through the crowd skipping like this until they were out of sight.
As of yesterday, both my children joined me as graduates from Tennessee Tech University in Cookeville, Tennessee. My daughter now has her degree in Exercise Science and will continue on toward Physical Therapy; my son also has a degree in Exercise Science; and they both join my Civil Engineering degree. I could not be more proud of them both for sticking with it and finishing what they started. We now have two weddings scheduled for later this year as they both move on to the next phase of life. But...this moment will remain as one of my most proud moments as a dad...standing with both of my kids and all of us being alumni of my alma mater, TTU!
(And...I actually like their graduation gown better...what do y'all think?}
Technical Information (or Nerdy Stuff):
Camera - Nikon D7200 (handheld)
Lens – Nikkor 35mm f/1.8 fixed
ISO – 250
Aperture – f/2.5
Exposure – 1/320 second
Focal Length – 35mm
The original RAW file was processed with Adobe Camera Raw and final adjustments were made with Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
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