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High water at the river "Lippe" in Dorsten/Germany. The cold day and nearly no movement on the water resulted in a natural mirror.
National Gallery of Victoria, Australia has an amazing window with water running down it - had a wonderful time there capturing the people outside posing, putting hands in the water etc. could sit there all day
- www.kevin-palmer.com - This spot is one of my favorites to go stargazing, only 20 minutes away from home. The sky was shot with a tracking mount as an 8-minute exposure. Stripes of green airglow were very bright on this night.
It's that time of the year.
Grave of Georg Heinrich Keller der Ältere (1775-1831).
Artist: Philipp Jakob Scheffauer (?)
Hoppenlaufriedhof, Stuttgart, Germany.
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There are many days when the news of the world simply mystifies me, saddens me, leaves me feeling as though I want to be farther from not more involved in the bigger world. But the bigger world is so full of gifts, sweetness that my eyes pass over, gestures of kindness, whole stories told in gestures.Driving by a residential sidewalk, I noticed an old man, halo hair glowing in sunlight stopping the wheelchair he pushed to gently straighten the tiny frail woman seated within. Carefully he placed her hands back in her lap, one atop the other, smiled into her face and resumed his place behind her. No one beyond the hearts they touch will know when they leave this world, it will not be headline news, their contributions will be quietly known to those nearest their life. The big news last night and this morning was focused on celebrity deaths. What makes one life more noteworthy than another? Our collective interest and response. So much room to squeeze in and be heard, so many opportunities to measure and to judge, the temptation exists. I am not of a church affiliation, though I believe I share in a community of faith (many faiths), but even on the perifery of such I save these words and revisited them this morning.
Corinthians-13-12:13
For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known.
And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love.
let the wind carry your sorrow and your dreams
and the water cleanse and renew.
peace.
I was bored and i got inspired to do a photo shoot. The noise in the photo kind of bothers me, but not to the point of me hating the photo. Self-timed photo using only window light.
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THE SILENCE OF SOLITUDE
In the silence of my solitude my mind is free to dream,
To contemplate the things that were, that are, and those that might have been.
While a life yet still to come which I have never seen seems tentative at best
Stirring up a future hope from which I never rest.
For memory is part of life and dreams of future speak,
But in the now my soul resides in a body strong and weak.
In my body works the weakest frailty of men and it may lay me low
To steal away the freedom we call life as we daily come and go.
When we do and say the things that make us what we are
Naked truth in action, unblemished or with scar.
Where we seek the touch of love's forgiving soft caress
The refuge of all lives set free of loneliness.
My mind can see so clearly in the still and rest of peace
The many deeds of men that daily never cease,
The good, the bad, the selfish and societal conformed.
But I must contemplate my life since the day that I was born.
For I am far from blameless in so many varied ways,
And shall be ever still until my dying days.
Even in my solitude with secrets I don't share
I need to know that somewhere close there's someone who does care.
I crave to feel that comfort of someone holding hands
Secure within the knowledge that there's nought I can't withstand.
Grateful for the one who sees me in my need, for we are all the same
When finally The Reaper comes to make his mournful claim.
Here in the silence of my solitude, my refuge and tormentor,
I must face myself alone without a friend or mentor.
No one can hear the words or set my spirit free,
No one can share the happiness no one but me, but me.
And shall I ever be allowed to open up my soul?
Perhaps I will upon the day that we are all made whole.
Here in my solitude I know love, anger and loss
As I draw from my wells of joy, and resent my failure's cost.
Reflection, fulfilment, and memories reside for me
Here in my safe place where unspoken words fly free.
And I must wait until the end of time for me
To know the sense of what it was to live reality.
Reginald Reid
I love this woman! Whatever the weather is, she would be there out walking slowly, going around the mall, sitting on some bench for a while and returning to her place, I don't know where her home is because she passes my place and goes on. She is an outdoor person, she must have done so much in her younger days, carried so much burden mentally and physically. I admire her activeness even in the senior years. She has a beautiful smile(I would love to picture it) too.
Not everybody we meet touches our heart. This woman with her fragile state makes an impact in my mind.
I've seen them fly away with peanuts and it makes me laugh. However, this nuthatch seems to be opting for a sunflower seed.
a pie! I had just pulled up in a quiet car park by the Bay when another car roared in, parked beside us and five people went every which way. Noisily! But frighten the birds they did. Each one was scoffing a meat pie. So ended my plans except for this lady who sat on the wet sand and ate her pie. So naturally, I took her photo!
Have a great Sunday, see you Monday.