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Fragile - please watch carefully they break easily !
The lines can collect you and lift you up.
A pavillon roof on a sunny day.
Following route 550, you will first pass Langjökull on the left, the second largest glacier in Iceland with its majestic forms of packed ice. A little further to the east, the gravel road takes some deep, rolling waves and then ends in a spacious left-hand bend until you come to this point.
Rain, low-hanging, mountain-enveloping cloud fields only showed the bright glow of a mysterious something between my windshield wipers and then, like in a movie ...
the fog bank slides open like a theater curtain. I got out of my car, stared at this scene for minutes and more. I don't know who took this photo, I drove alone, but I can't find any memory of touching the shutter release myself. What focal length, what aperture? Nothing, I just don't know, can't remember a thing!
Too pleading, the gesture of the outflows, like arms from the opposite of the valley, of which the streams of its glacier tongues find their finite bed in the river below.
You feel so infinitely small in this environment.
It is our world, from every creature, woman, man, child or grandchild, which looked down at me this moment and ...
as we all know, there is only This One.
Majestic, yet fragile
Sting - „Fragile“
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lB6a-iD6ZOY
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow′s rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall like tears from a star, like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say how fragile we are, how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall like tears from a star, like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say how fragile we are, how fragile we are
How fragile we are, how fragile we are
Conditions have been very good this autumn for spotting lots of different fungi in our woodland and I came across this little cluster looking so fragile on the ground surrounded by fallen leaves. I am not sure what type they are but they do have a detain charm about them don't you think.
iPhone 3GS.
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Well, the moon is broken
And the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only thing that you can see
Is all that you lack
Come on up to the house
All your cryin' don't do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross
We can use the wood
You gotta' come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just passing through
You gotta' come on up to the house
There's no light in the tunnel
No irons in the fire
Come on up to the house
& your singin' lead soprano
In a junkman's choir
You gotta come on up to the house
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Does life seem nasty, brutish & short
Come on up to the house
The seas are stormy
& you can't find no port
Come on up to the house
There's nothin' in the world
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There's nothin in the world
that you can do
you gotta come on up to the house
& you been whipped by the forces
that are inside you
come on up to the house
well you're high on top
of your mountain of woe
come on up to the house
well you know you should surrender
but you can't let go
you gotta come on up to the house
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Autumn woodland fungi composition of two small fragile mycena fungi about 40mm tall with caps about 10mm across
"Por que al final todos nosotros somos fragiles,vulnerables....en manos muchas veces de las sombras,sin saber lo que nos puede acechar al salir por la puerta....por que nadie nos vemos libres de la violencia sea verbal,sea fisica o sea psicologica...por que todo es violencia la machista ,la feminista,a los niños..a los animales.. por que al final todos estamos a merced de unas leyes con muchos vacios muchos huecos injustos que como se dice muchas veces"no se juzga cada caso como se debe"....en un planeta donde quitar la vida a una persona es barato...violar es barato..todo ya resulta barato y lo peor de todo es que todo parece normal y esta justificado....voy a pedir un deseo ya no para el 2019 ,para cuando sea...que toda violencia ,sea condenada como se merece ..y que todos estos vacios legales que tanto daño hacen ...a alguien se le ocurra modificarlo"
A very small hand painted Japanese tea cup & saucer gifted to Pam as a young child from a relative. "Made in occupied Japan" inscribed on the bottom. The saucer was broken two years ago when it was knocked off a display case by an individual cleaning the room. Could not be repaired as a couple of fragments missing. The gift was a bit ironic as Pam's father was a marine who fought in the Pacific during WWII. Photographed on a black tabletop using available light and slow shutter. Cropped to under 3 inches.
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Alla sera mi veniva il magone. Il viso mi cambiava espressione, lo facevo apposta. E non ci riuscivo mai, anzi, venivo sempre canzonata per questo mio atteggiamento. Lei, la piccola bimba viziata e figlia unica, lei, che voleva solo fare i capricci e non andare a letto. Lui solo cercava di riportare la situazione alla normalità . Faceva anche lo spiritoso, scatenando le gelosie dei figli. E raccontava un sacco di storie, sia dai libri che sue. Alcune volte le inventava mettendo in mezzo la moglie, rendendola protagonista di avventure impossibili, insieme quasi sempre a dei compagni animali. E noi, piccoli come eravamo, ridevamo. Raramente i finali erano tristi…
C’era molto altro da raccontare io credo, soprattutto nella notte…
-Spostati. Non mi senti? Fatti accarezzare dai, shhhh.-
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Il silenzio era l’unico compagno di giochi che avessi. I miei giochi di adulta di allora.
Non rispondevo quasi mai, a volte mi uscivano dalla bocca solo lamenti spezzati e poche parole sussurrate, che magari non sentiva nemmeno. E quante lacrime, credo quasi come un mare intero.
Niente mi avrebbe permesso di dargli soddisfazione. Niente. E da brava bambina pretenziosa e testarda quale ero, il fiato mi spariva di colpo. Mi imponevo di essere muta e anche sorda. Come fossi dentro ad un sogno, un brutto sogno. Con tutte le menomazioni fisiche e mentali che giungevano programmate alla stessa ora.
Negative 5x7" on moulded Fomapan 200. Cyanotype on questionable paper, toned in tannic acid. Contrast upped a bit during scanning.
Enjoy the large view
If blood will flow when fresh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrows rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetimes argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
Sting
Fragile
Wood anemone, best viewed large
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Cover photo of the group FotografÃa Visión in March 2021
This morning the frost was hard and the sky clear. The ice in this old Oak was falling in small lumps and soon the Oak would be free again of it's icy coat.
[Brior] Dreem Set
LM - maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/DreamDay%20Event/126/243/1998
LiFonti / Raven Buckled Sandals
LM - maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/The%20Grand%20Event/113/30/47
OSEE - TAKE A PIC
LM - maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/DreamDay%20Event/114/116/1999