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Forget the suffering
You caused others.
Forget the suffering
Others caused you.
The waters run and run,
Springs sparkle and are done,
You walk the earth you are forgetting.
Sometimes you hear a distant refrain.
What does it mean, you ask, who is singing?
A childlike sun grows warm.
A grandson and a great-grandson are born.
You are led by the hand once again.
The names of the rivers remain with you.
How endless those rivers seem!
Your fields lie fallow,
The city towers are not as they were.
You stand at the threshold mute.
Czeslaw Milosz
textures with thanks to Neighya for green 23, green26 and indigo 23.
away for a few days...wishing you all a great weekend and Happy Easter to those who celebrate....see you all next week :-)
“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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Please check out my interview in Calle 20 Magazine:
calle20.20minutos.es/revista/11_nov_2011/pdfs/pag010.pdf
These little beauties are flowering in my garden. They are not deliberately grown by me but I allow some to grow every year but try to keep them under control.
Today is the start of my 5th year on flickr. Hard to remember life before flickr!!!! Did I take as many photos then? I think the answer has to be no! I did take some they were mostly of family and friends with only the occasional sunset, landscape or flower. Sharing on flickr has given me the incentive to take more.... some would say too many, of all kinds of things but mostly of the wonderful scenery found here in the Isle of Man.
Thanks to those flickr contacts that have become friends through the years its fun seeing what you produce too.
This coming week I am going to be a little scarce on flickr as I'm spending some time with my family, so if I miss you please forgive me. Have a wonderful Easter holiday ... I intend to.
What do we forget? You ask.
We simply forget what a wonderful Country we live in.
Nothing more to say ………………
But if you persist,………….
We have only to look at all the troubles throughout the World. Created by domineering men.
There is little give and take. Just war and death with no real sympathy, no ability to, or efforts to, understand other peoples, just war and death…. Just war and death…….until ultimately the world becomes too small for this warlike race of humanity, with its guided rockets and nuclear weapons …………… Created by domineering men.
Bodyside detail on (then) East Coast Class 91 No. 91110 'Battle of Britain Memorial Flight' includes the memorial Flight crest, incorporating the silhouette of a Hurricane fighter, Lancaster heavy bomber, and the legendary Spitfire. These silhouettes are repeated on the can sheet beneath the secondmans window. Centrepiece is a picture of a Lancaster heavy bombe, along with the name plate and crest plus the words 'Lest We Forget' . Np. 91110 was pictured at Newark North Gate on 20th May 2013. Copyright Photograph John Whitehouse - all rights reserved
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of Heaven,
Blossom the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Metroline VWH2194 (LK66DWD) is seen at Harrow Bus Station on route 182, after being curtailed there.
The blue and bright-eyed floweret of the brook,
Hope's gentle gem, the sweet Forget-me-not.
~Samuel Taylor Coleridge~ The Keepsake
The most beautiful of spring flowers, these were growing at the side of Crab Tree Hill Lane next to a small stream, I took a few shots from various angles but this one turned out the best.
We forget. Too easily we forget that this is a majestic wading bird — not a "bin chicken" nor a "tip chicken".
The Australian White Ibis (Threskiornis molucca), in my opinion, is an unfairly maligned bird. Yes, some are dirty, some indolent, some kleptomaniacal, some all of the above. This imperfect image, shot in the fading light of a glowering sky and under a shower of rain shows us some of its beauty.
There's a statuesque grace about an ibis in its native habitat. Alright, this dam, this minor impoundment, was man made. Don't tell the ibis. Those feathers of their tail are exquisite. I didn't catch it in an image so you'll need to take my word on the matter. This bird was in breeding plumage — beneath their wings was a flash of the most striking scarlet.
What's not to like? We forget; we get caught up in the shallow populism of name calling.