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Au bord du Monde...
Au bord du Monde, un colvert semble contempler paisiblement l'infini solaire.
Tombera ? Tombera pas ?
Pic by Tonic
Dixmix gallery
Crimson blood burns beneath my skin
Breathe the night, keep it safe within
And I'll repent no sins, for I have none
Run towards the edge
Don't look back and fret
Fly before you fall
You will conquer all
Seasons change as I lie awake,
See the skies fade, as the sun will break
And I'll regret nothing that I have done
Run towards the edge
Don't look back and fret
Fly before you fall
You will conquer all
Run towards the edge
Run towards the edge
And we'll regret nothing that we have done
Run towards the edge
Don't look back and fret
Fly before you fall
You will conquer all
The view from Blackstone Edge near Littleborough as the weather finally begins to clear. The sense of wildness of the countryside, somewhat tempered by the numbers of wind turbines visible in this part of the South Pennines.
EDGE OF TOMORROW
Dedicated to my Husband
We know we have
Lived on the edges
We know that this
Day might have to come
But don’t leave me yet
Not when there is still
Light in the day not yet gone
Don’t waste a moment
Don’t ever give time away
Not when you still
Have things left to say
You know I will always come here
Where the land sings like a song
Better than the silence
Of the dead halls of home
The light here shines
As if pure love is the air
Which nourishes your soul
And lessens the despair
I will reach through the barrier
And I will tear down the veil
On the edges of tomorrow
I will find you again
Seek the words in the wind
And capture the truth
Place them together
For all those that feel the same
*****
So I am back after a difficult time, where the cold I thought I had because I got soaked in the rain, actually turned out to be Covid. I think I had been incubating this for a while before. Two days after me, my partner became very ill with it as well. We think we caught it at the same time, when we were out shopping. To jump forward a few weeks as we do not need to go over the experience of having Covid, many know to their cost what this is like, even if you have had the vaccinations, which we had, but suffice it to say here, my partner became very ill indeed, and because of my country’s depleted health system, and the age of my partner, I was starting to think I might have to make some difficult choices.
But thankfully, somehow, with me on twenty-four hour watch for three days and my partner’s resilience, and I think we can say here, that our love for each other, and the wish to remain with each other for as long as we can, helped my partner pull through. We are still recovering, but getting better each day.
I am talking about this because this work, and the work that follows it, is directly influenced by what we have both been through. The work that I have produced already on Flickr is what I experience, what you see on my Flickr page is the result of events in my life. It is a personal exploration, but it is one where others find a similar truth, a recognition, and the fact that I share these works with you means that I am telling others that I understand about the often emotional events in your life.
But this piece, I have dedicated to my husband, and to the God who gave us a little more time.
This image was taken at Glynde Church, East Sussex, UK, before we fell ill, at the beginning of October. This place, as many of you know, is one of my most favourite places to be on earth. It connects me with the divine. And I shall be returning to it as soon as I can.
When I was working on these new pieces, I listened to the music of U2. They are a personal favourite of mine, as I grew up with their music. Bono’s lyrics are poetic. Beautiful. He has always been an inspiration to me.
So with this work, I am pairing it with their track ‘Kite’, as this is what I was listening to when I was writing my poetry and concentrating on my image. This version is live, and sublime.
And if you would like to see more of my work, please have a look at my website:
Beucha church - Bergkirche Beucha.
The hill on which the church stands was continuously excavated from the 15th century onwards, with the consequence that the church now stands on the edge of a near vertical slope.
Credits: stylieswithmeownssl.blogspot.com/2021/10/edge-of-speed.html
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Living at the edge of speed for the Neo Japan event
whoop almost fell completely off the bike , But Im a pro no worriers.
Thank you for your previous comments. I hadn't planned to post anything, but felt inspired by Macro Monday's "Edge" theme today. Surely still feel edgy!
This is a long section of 'wallboard cap molding' from which one can hang framed art without punching extra holes in wood or wallboard.
The right side is 19.05mm in height. I bounced an SB800 speedlight against a semi-reflective warm surface. Balanced the molding on two glass salt and pepper shakers, hence a few bokeh balls.
Nikon D810, Nikkor 105mm f/2.8
1/250 sec; f/3.5; ISO 100
Manual exposure, tripod, SB800 speedlight
Thanks for your comments. I read them all gratefully.
Would this look edgier in B&W?
The view from Blackstone Edge near Littleborough as the weather finally begins to clear. The sense of wildness of the countryside, somewhat tempered by the numbers of wind turbines visible in this part of the South Pennines.
Curbar Edge is a gritstone moorland escarpment above the village of Curbar, in Derbyshire, England and close to the villages of Baslow, Calver, and Froggatt. It is located within the Peak District National Park at an altitude of 958 ft (292 m)
When one comes to their end of the world, one has to peer over the edge. Blockhead on the edge of the tailgate.
Sorry for not responding to comments. And not being able to keep up with everyone. I have been busy lately. Every time I try to lee up or respond. Doe thing comes up lol. I have no control over it. I hope everyone is keeping cool. It's so hot in Toronto. It's really ugly. Me and summer don't get well with each other lol. Hope you guys have a great Sunday afternoon or evening. Where ever you might be in the world.
She stood where the sky broke open,
where thunder carried the weight of unspoken things.
The wind begged her to let go,
but she had already released everything
except herself.
And even there—
at the edge of sorrow,
wrapped in darkness and storm—
she remained soft enough
to feel the light reaching for her.