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somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands
-e.e. commings
Cotton looms weaved to make extraordinary designed clothes by traditional hand loom weavers of West bengal.
Another of my favourit hand meters. Very compact, very convenient to use (with one hand). It a dual-range CdS meter with Match-the-needle simple operation, and the black switch that you can see at lower left can be operated by the thumb when held in the left hand. And the Match-needle dial can also be easily operated by the left thumb as it turns so smoothly, and the power button is also easily operated by the left thumb. In short this is an ideal meter for the lefties, and although I'm not a leftie, I still love this very convenient meter. And it works fine with a 1.5V alkaline battery, instead of the original 1.35V mercury.
First of all, points to the first person to point out the irony in this photo that wasn't planned at all and that I didn't even notice myself until days after I took the photo.
I haven't even picked up my camera again lately. I feel like I've had so much going on. I tried to write last night, but couldn't. I got all of like one line down to add to the line I already had down. This is not going as I had planned.
My creativity feels like it's lacking. Maybe it's due to having so much going on and so much on my mind. I need to let go.
We have a funeral to go to today. I'm leaving work early, which makes me happy, but attending this funeral will be so hard. How do you deal with watching someone grieve for a parent who passed away too young? I have no desire to see that pain across his face and eminate from his very core and be powerless to do or say anything to fix it. "I'm so sorry" just doesn't cut it. You would think being a minister's daughter and dealing with so many funerals as a child of people I knew would make it easier...somehow I think it made me numb. But then again, I've not had a close, personal experience with death really. I have not had someone that I was so close to pass away. My grandmother passed when I was about 12, I suppose. That was traumatic and hard, but I didn't go to her funeral. I didn't want that to be the last way I remembered her and that was my Mom's idea and I still thank her for that because she was right and I'm glad I didn't go. And while I thought she was awesome and she was my grandmother, we weren't really close.
To lose a parent? That's a whole nother kind of hurt for a child. Especially when the parent was so very young. My heart aches for our friend and I want to be there for him, but I fear no amount of consoling will be of any help. This will be something that he and time will have to work out together somehow, I suppose.
Maybe creativity will spur from this. There is a meaning, a purpose in today and I feel it down deep all of a sudden. I hope something good comes from today, especially being so shrouded in grief and darkness.
Sorry if this is a downer, but I write what's on my mind and in my heart and I won't hold back.
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This is my one ring for my fourth finger of right hand:)
bought it at some shop in London for one pound hahaha
Previous bit expensive rings are my sister and her b/f`s lol
they`ve got their rings to celebrate `100days` together,
One of those accidental ones, don't know what the hell I was doing there. Seriously underexposed, but playing with the contrast brought out these striking colours.