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Flow is good
Not that stuck is bad
Once in a while
You need the threshold
Yet if your in the flow
Open the door Richard .... and let me in
Allen Flickr-Freunden vielen Dank für die Visite auf meinem Fotostream und den netten Kommentaren.
Fahre 14 Tage in den Urlaub nach Harkany/Ungarn und geniesse die ungarische Gastfreundschaft und das Heilwasser im Heilbad.
Liebe Grüsse auch an die tschechischen, österreichischen und ungarischen Freunde, in deren Ländern ich unterwegs bin.
Allen-Flickr friends thanks for the visit on my photostream, and the nice comments. Drive 14 days after the holiday Harkany / Hungary and the Hungarian hospitality and enjoy the healing waters at the spa. Greetings also to the Czech, Austrian and Hungarian friends in other countries I'm traveling.
Both Sides Now
Joni Mitchell
Bows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all
Just got back from a great holiday tp Phuket. Just posting this shot at the moment of my daughter Eireann on the beach whilst the sunset and the clouds worked their magic on the horizon...Definitely thought this great song suited the shot
"Ferry at Shizuka" by Tachibana Moribe (1781-1849) Color on Silk - Edo Period (1842)
-Tokyo National Museum / 東京国立博物館 / Tōkyō Kokuritsu Hakubutsukan
The photos of the flowers that I uploaded today are the newest members in my perennial garden. I pray they don't croak.
I guess I can be proud of my first (maybe only) cover illustration) in the shops from today on in the Netherlands. Check out this amazing mag:
...that the eye with which he looked at ordinary things was like the eye of a lover looking at his lady. The lover sees this plain woman crowned with the light of heaven. She walks in beauty. Her eyes are windows of Paradise to him. Her body, every inch of it, is an incarnation and epiphany of celestial grace. In her he finds the ecstatic vision that his heart has sought. All this passionate intensity, Williams would argue, is not illusion. The ecstatic vision of beauty thus vouchsafed to that love is true, not false. The lady is as glorious as he sees her to be. It has been given to him who loves her, to see the truth about her. The rest of us bystanders, mercifully, have not had our eyes thus opened, else we would all go mad. It would be an intolerable burden of glory if we all saw unveiled, the splendor of all other creatures, all the time. . . . We cannot bear very much reality, said Eliot [Williams’ friend].
-Thomas Howard