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Simplemente un macro que me gustó mucho como quedó.
Me encanta la sonbra que crean las alas... y los colores de la fotografía.
^^
Day 25: I wonder if this is a bit too shocking?
Have to say I was shocked to see how much weight my little girl has lost and how poorly and frail she looked as she slept (she's had a Norovirus infection and been pretty ill with it - worse than the rest of us). Anyway, this is a personal shot to remind me how fragile my children are sometimes.
(also day 333/365 of the 365 project I started in Feb 2010)
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
-Sting
Check this out...
When something so fragile can raise from stones, it teaches us about courage, hope and life itself.
Here. I always will be set.
This is an immature female Fragile Forktail based on the illustration in Ed Lam's beautifully illustrated "Damselflies of the Northeast." He lists this very small species as being 21 - 29 mm or .8 - 1.1 inches long.
The damselfly was near several others including a male with green markings in a brushy area at the edge of a lake. The markings that look like an exclamation mark on the shoulder allow it to be identified in the field.
I spotted quite a few dragonflies and butterflies in the Dutch Gap area including Zebra Swallowtails. Several Yellow-throated Warblers were singing along the 5-mile loop path at this park.
March 28, 2012. Dutch Gap Conservation Area, Chesterfield County, Virginia.
Voici une photo prise il y a quelques temps, mais que je ne pouvais pas poster, car je n'avais pas lu le livre... Je triche un peu, car je ne l'ai pas encore terminé, mais j'ai bien lu les trois quarts de ce recueil de nouvelles fantastiques. J'aime bien Neil Gaiman, mais j'avoue ne pas pouvoir lire ses short stories d'une traite : elles ne sont pas spécialement effrayantes, mais il y a toujours un fond un peu inquiétant ; il est plus facile de les lire par paquets de 5 ou 6. Dans ce recueil, j'ai bien aimé la nouvelles" Other People" (une vision intéressante de l'enfer), et "Goliath" écrite dans le cadre du film Matrix.Par contre, vu qu'il est en VO, j'ai beaucoup de mal avec les poèmes.
Fragile Things : Short Fictions and Wonders, Neil Gaiman
Des choses fragiles, Neil Gaiman
An oriental themed crazy quilt wallhanging.
The name Fragile Beauty comes from the Chinese symbolism of a dragonfly.
“We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.” - Cesare Pavese
Moments ...
My father's hand in my first day of school
The eyes-contact with Anna through the hospital's glass
The first kiss at platform 2
The happiness even if I was the only one chubby ballet dancer with glasses
Mathilde
In my mind, he's still a fragile little infant who requires my careful attention and complete devotion for his livelihood. Truth is, he's a spirited toddler. And he tumbles and scrapes those knees. I scoop him up, wrap my arms around him, assure and comfort him, apply necessary band-aids or a simple smootch. He's off again...
Last of the crazy colour shots from my super expired roll of film.
The photo is actually of a series of rolls of tape at Michael's workplace.
Day 237 of 365: a year in songs and photos
Song: Nine Inch Nails, The Fragile
fragile
she doesn't see her beauty
she tries to get away
I had this song on all day. Don't know why, it just came up on my iPod and stuck with me. I wanted to hear it again and again.
On the way home from an excruciating (mentally) dentist appointment which led to me making three more excruciating (physically) appointments, I thought - well, I have no picture for tonight and I'm still listening to this song, so let's find something fragile (the 'us' in 'let's' being me and my imaginary friend who is always riding in the car with me and always agrees with everything I say).
When I got home and walked around the backyard I spotted this new spiderweb and thought, gee, how fragile. My imaginary friend agreed.
Of course, the picture came out pretty crappy as I was a) in a bit of pain and b) really tired and c) kneeling at a weird angle in order to get the sun placed just right on the web. I lost my balance, of course. My imaginary friend laughed as I cursed at my scraped up hand and throbbing sinuses and aching tooth and I thought, we are so fragile. Really, I just said that to myself in order to come full circle on the whole fragile theme of the day.
Is this 365 thing nearly over yet? Because I am going through another "this is a strain" phase.
I still have about half a year left. By the time this is ending, I'll probably be posting nothing but snapshots of my dog. My dog sleeping. My dog eating. My dog barfing up the fuzz from inside my slippers. My dog looking chagrined. I could do that for 130 days or whatever I have left. Oh, it could get worse than that. I could take pictures of my cat and then write things like LOLZ I CAN HAZ 365 DAYZ, GUIZ? underneath them. Oh, the humanity.
This was going to be a thought provoking, heartfelt essay about the fragility of life and humanity. I got lost somewhere.
My mind. It is fragile.
See what I did there?
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
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Fragile - Sting
No filter. This lichen was in the lakebed right after it rained and was a flash of color among the wet and dark foliage. Taken with my macro lens on my phone.
I held a moment in my hand, brilliant as a star, fragile as a flower, a tiny sliver of one hour. I dripped it carelessly, Ah! I didn't know, I held opportunity.
~Hazel Lee
142/365
A piece called’Fragile’.I’ve went through a lot with my body over the years.I starved it and cut it during my teens due to my depression.I had it abused by my abuser cooperlock during the age of 16-18.Since then I’ve tried to come to terms with the fact my body is disabled and that that is ok.I’ve had to come to terms with how feminine it is as a non-binary person.My body is fragile like flowers but slowly I’m learning to see it as beautiful like flowers too.
I'm feeling fragile tonight
not quite right
I don't even want to rhyme
I just want embrace the darkness
Shut out all that is light
Pretend that he is wrapped around me
smothering out my negative feelings
as he presses me to his chest
his heart's rhythm soothing my unsettled soul
He makes me whole
or at least, fills many of the holes
which I burned into myself with fire and rage
when I disengaged from the good me
and blinded myself with lust and apathy
I'm stuck inside my own head
a violent vortex of anxious thoughts and dread
I don't even know how to end this now
I wish somebody could tell me how.