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You promised me you'd never leave me
You lied
Initially, for this photo I didn't have the heart on my hand. I had my tripod all set up and the camera's self-timer set and would run behind the shower to get the shot. But after reviewing the pictures, I thought it looked too plain. So, I drew a heart on my hand and did it all over again. =] This is what turned out.
Cloudy Skies over Cleadon Windmill.
The ruined windmill on the hills was constructed in the 1820s. The mill is built on the highest part of Cleadon Hills on a slight artificial mound. The building incorporates a stone reefing stage, a feature that was peculiar to windmills in the area.
The mill was severely damaged in a storm at some time during the 1870s, and then suffered the indignity of being a target for gunnery practice during the First World War. A photograph dating from the 1920s shows the rotating cap and the windshaft more or less intact but without the sails, which were presumably destroyed during the storm that put the mill out of business. Nowadays the entrances to the mill are barred and locked, the remains of internal machinery that were visible in the mill during the 1970s are now gone, although broken fragments of a millstone remain.
A local legend relates the story of Elizabeth Gibbon, a heartbroken woman who threw herself from the top of the mill tower and whose ghost apparently haunts the ruin of the mill to this day. The windmill was operated by the Gibbon family at the time the storm took place, which lends some weight to the tale of Elizabeth's suicide.
I don't know if you heard, but, Madge, a lovely flickr member and wonderful photographer passed away this past December. I was heartbroken to hear the news. She was always a bright light in the flickr world and her zest for arranging, capturing and sharing the beautiful things in and around her home was always inspiring. She was a master of still life and delightful puns and I will miss her dearly. If you know Madge, I am sure you felt the same and, if you didn't, head on over to her stream now www.flickr.com/photos/mytimeflickrcom/ . it is pure delight.
sweet sugar is a good model,she got pretty face and figure,we invited her to the keelung sea
coast and we want her to pretend a pityful girl which just lost her lover ,so she expressed sad mood that made the frame full of sexy and heartbroken atmosphere.thank sweet sugar
she did her best model job
It's the age-old story of "just make up something racist."
This is the marker for the grave of Susan O. Hail, a woman who died in 1852 while traveling the Oregon Trail in Nebraska.
The original stone is long gone, so in 1933, a new one was placed by Hastings Outdoor Club. They tried to explain this lonesome grave by claiming: "Legends says this pioneer died after drinking water poisoned by Indians."
But that's not what happened.
The truth is that the 34 year old Hail was traveling with her husband Richard and their six children. They were on their way to California. In what is now Adams County, Nebraska, Susan came down with cholera and died.
Richard was heartbroken and poor. He marked the grave with a makeshift marker turned around, heading back for the nearest town so he could have a proper marble stone carved.
He arrived in either St. Joseph or Omaha, sold his horses and bought the stone and a wheelbarrow. He carted the headstone in the wheelbarrow all the way across Nebraska. After laying the stone, he joined another wagon train heading west.
The stone procured by Richard told the basic facts, mentioning nothing about water poisoned by Indians.
After moving on, the stone became a point of local pride. Nearby residents would take care of the grounds surrounding the grave. This is probably where the story of the poisoned water came in.
At some point (before 1933), the stone was destroyed and the one that is there now was erected. There are additional plaques placed by the Oregon-California Trails Association and Nebraska Historical Society that tell the actual story of what happened.
About 4% of those who traveled the Oregon Trail died along the way - the vast majority of those from disease.
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'Atrabilious'
Camera: Chamonix 45F-2
Lens: Steinheil München Anastigmat Actinar 4.5; 135mm
Film: Fomapan 100
Exposure: f/6.3; 1/100sec
Process: FA-1027; 1+14; 9min
Nebraska
July 2023
Several versions of the myth have survived from ancient sources. The classic version is by Ovid, found in book 3 of his Metamorphoses (completed 8 AD); this is the story of Narcissus and Echo. One day Narcissus was walking in the woods when Echo, an Oread (mountain nymph) saw him, fell deeply in love, and followed him. Narcissus sensed he was being followed and shouted "Who's there?". Echo repeated "Who's there?". She eventually revealed her identity and attempted to embrace him. He stepped away and told her to leave him alone. She was heartbroken and spent the rest of her life in lonely glens until nothing but an echo sound remained of her. Nemesis, the goddess of revenge, learned of this story and decided to punish Narcissus. She lured him to a pool where he saw his own reflection. He didn't realize it was only an image and fell in love with it. He eventually recognized that his love could not be reciprocated and committed suicide.
An earlier version ascribed to the poet Parthenius of Nicaea, composed around 50 BC, was recently rediscovered among the Oxyrhynchus papyri at Oxford.Like Ovid's version, it ends with Narcissus committing suicide. A version by Conon, a contemporary of Ovid, also ends in suicide (Narrations, 24). In it, a young man named Aminias fell in love with Narcissus, who had already spurned his male suitors. Narcissus also spurned him and gave him a sword. Aminias committed suicide at Narcissus's doorstep. He had prayed to the gods to give Narcissus a lesson for all the pain he provoked. Narcissus walked by a pool of water and decided to drink some. He saw his reflection, became entranced by it, and killed himself because he could not have his object of desire.[3] A century later the travel writer Pausanias recorded a novel variant of the story, in which Narcissus falls in love with his twin sister rather than himself (Guide to Greece, 9.31.7).
Influence on culture
Тhe myth of Narcissus has inspired artists for at least two thousand years, even before the Roman poet Ovid featured a version in book III of his Metamorphoses. This was followed in more recent centuries by other poets (e.g. Keats and Alfred Edward Housman) and painters (Caravaggio, Poussin, Turner, Dalí (see Metamorphosis of Narcissus), and Waterhouse).
Narcissus in literature : Narcissus by Gyula Benczúr In Stendhal's novel Le Rouge et le Noir (1830), there is a classic narcissist in the character of Mathilde. Says Prince Korasoff to Julien Sorel, the protagonist, with respect to his beloved girl:She looks at herself instead of looking at you, and so doesn't know you.During the two or three little outbursts of passion she has allowed herself in your favor, she has, by a great effort of imagination, seen in you the hero of her dreams, and not yourself as you really are.(Page 401, 1953 Penguin Edition, trans. Margaret R.B. Shaw).The myth had a decided influence on English Victorian homoerotic culture, via André Gide's study of the myth, Le Traité du Narcisse ('The Treatise of the Narcissus', 1891), and the only novel by Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray.
Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist also starts with a story about Narcissus, found (we are told) by the alchemist in a book brought by someone in the caravan. The alchemist's (and Coelho's) source was very probably Hesketh Pearson's The Life of Oscar Wilde (1946) in which this story is recorded (Penguin edition, p. 217) as one of Wilde's inspired inventions. This version of the Narcissus story is based on Wilde's "The Disciple" from his "Poems in Prose (Wilde) ".Author and poet Rainer Maria Rilke visits the character and symbolism of Narcissus in several of his poems.Seamus Heaney references Narcissus in his poem "Personal Helicon" from his first collection "Death of a Naturalist":
"To stare, big-eyed Narcissus, into some spring
Is beneath all adult dignity."In Rick Riordan's Heroes of Olympus series, Narcissus appears as a minor antagonist in the third book The Mark of Athena.In the fantasy series Harry Potter, Narcissa Malfoy, a minor antagonist, is named for Narcissus.William Faulkner's character "Narcissa" in Sanctuary, sister of Horace Benbow, was also named after Narcissus. Throughout the novel, she allows the arrogant, pompous pressures of high-class society to overrule the unconditional love that she should have for her brother.Hermann Hesse's character "Narcissus" in "Narcissus and Goldmund" shares several of mythical Narcissus' traits, although his narcissism is based on his intellect rather than his physical beauty.A. E. Housman refers to the 'Greek Lad', Narcissus, in his poem Look not in my Eyes from A Shropshire Lad set to music by several English composers including George Butterworth. At the end of the poem stands a jonquil, a variety of daffodil, Narcissus Jonquilla, which like Narcissus looks sadly down into the water.Herman Melville references the myth of Narcissus in his novel Moby-Dick, in which Ishmael explains the myth as "the key to it all," referring to the greater theme of finding the essence of Truth through the physical world.On Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen's A Fada Oriana, the eponymous protagonist is punished with mortality for abandoning her duties in order to stare at herself in the surface of a river.
Narcissus on film
In the TV series Boardwalk Empire, a Dr. Narcisse (Valentin Narcisse) is introduced as a condescending intellectual.
Scottish-Canadian animator Norman McLaren finished his career with a short film named Narcissus, re-telling the Greek legend through ballet.Narcissus appears in the Disney adaptation of Hercules. In the film, he is portrayed as an Olympian god with purple skin.In the film Bab'Aziz, directed by Nacer Khemir, a Narcissus like character was portrayed by an ancient prince who sat by a pond for days after days and looked at the reflection of his own soul. He was referred to as 'The prince who contemplated his soul'.Pink Narcissus is an artistic film by James Bidgood about the fantasies of a hustler.The escape craft Ripley boards in the 1979 Ridley Scott film Alien is called the Narcissus.In the 2011 film Seeing Heaven, Narcissus is depicted in a painting - the character of the film also replicates the myth of Narcissus gazing at his own reflection. The film delves deeply into the main character (Paul) and the theme is loosely based on the myth of Narcissus, as all who look at Paul are transfixed by his beauty - just as all those who gazed upon Narcissus were transifixed with his beauty.
In music
National Medal Of Arts recipient Morten Lauridsen wrote a choral work entitled "Dirait-on" based on the poem by Rainer Maria Rilke."Supper's Ready" by Genesis (ca. 1972), a near-23-minute epic song laden with religious and mythological imagery, refers to the myth of Narcissus as follows: A young figure sits still by the pool / He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool / (He is you) / Social Security took care of this lad. / We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower. / A flower?. The movement is titled "How Dare I Be So Beautiful?".American rock band Tool made a subtle reference in their song "Reflection" from their third studio album Lateralus. Not only is the whole song a metaphor of the myth, but it also makes an explicit reference: And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt/ Don't want to be down here feeding my narcissism/ I must crucify the ego before it's far too late/ I pray the light lifts me out. The song combines elements of self-analysis and finding the right path, versus self-infatuation and absorption.Progressive metal band Threshold referenced the myth with an 11-minute epic titled "Narcissus", the closing track on their album Hypothetical. Greek metal band Septic Flesh recorded a song about Narcissus (called "Narcissus") on their album Communion."Narcissus in a Red Dress" by The Like was released on The Like EP and their album Release Me. The Canadian band Hedley has written a song about Narcissus (called "Narcissist"). One line goes He falls in love with his reflection in the glass / He can't resist who's staring back.Composer Nikolai Tcherepnin wrote his ballet "Narcisse et Echo, Op. 40 in 1911 for Sergei Diaghilev's Ballets Russes and was danced by Nijinski. Uruguayan band El Cuarteto de Nos wrote the song "Me Amo" (I Love Myself) in which the chorus sings "como Narciso soy" (I am like Narcissus). In 2010, Swedish electronic artist pacific! released "Narcissus" an album and ballet staged in Gothenburg.[7] In 1994, composer Mark Applebaum composed Narcissus: Strata/Panacea for marimba solo. This work comprised one movement of the larger Janus Cycle, for mixed instrumentation.[8] In 1987, Thea Musgrave was commissioned by a consortium of four flutists for a solo work. She composed Narcissus for flute and digital delay.
In 1898 Havelock Ellis, an English sexologist, used the term "narcissus-like" in reference to excessive masturbation, whereby the person becomes his or her own sex object.In 1899, Paul Näche was the first person to use the term "narcissism" in a study of sexual perversions.
Otto Rank, in 1911, published the first psychoanalytical paper specifically concerned with narcissism, linking it to vanity and self-admiration.Sigmund Freud only published one paper exclusively devoted to narcissism in 1914, called "On Narcissism: An Introduction".One of the personality disorders is called narcissistic personality disorder.In Marilyn Manson's song Deep Six, One of the lines mentions his name, along with the Greek god Zeus.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcissus_(mythology)
Narcissus was once walking by a lake or river and decided to drink some water; he saw his reflection in the water and was surprised by the beauty he saw; he became entranced by the reflection of himself.The myth of Narcissus is one of the most known Greek Myths, due to its uniqueness and moral tale; Narcissus, was the son of River God Cephisus and nymph Lyriope. He was known for his beauty and he was loved by God Apollo due to his extraordinary physique.The myth of Narcissus comes in two different versions, the Greek and the Greco-Roman version, as both Conon the Greek and Ovid, the Roman poet, wrote the story of Narcissus, enhancing it with different elements.According to Conon, Aminias, a young man fell in love with Narcissus, who had already spurned his male suitors. Aminias was also spurned by Narcissus who gave the unfortunate young man a sword. Aminias killed himself at Narcissus’ doorstep praying to the Gods to give Narcissus a lesson for all the pain he had provoked.Narcissus was once walking by a lake or river and decided to drink some water; he saw his reflection in the water and was surprised by the beauty he saw; he became entranced by the reflection of himself. He could not obtain the object of his desire though, and he died at the banks of the river or lake from his sorrow.The myth presented by Ovid the poet is slightly altered. According to this myth, Narcissus’ parents were worried because of the extraordinary beauty of the child and asked prophet Teiresias what to do, regarding their son’s futureTeiresias told them that the boy would grow old only if “he didn’t get to know himself”. When Narcissus was sixteen he was walking in the woods and Nymph Echo saw him and felt madly in love with him. She started following him and Narcissus asked “who’s there”, feeling someone after him.Echo responded “who’s there” and that went on for some time until Echo decided to show herself. She tried to embrace the boy who stepped away from Echo, telling her to leave him alone. Echo was left heartbroken and spent the rest of her life in glens; until nothing but an echo sound remained of her.Nemesis, though, the Goddess of Revenge, heard the story and decided to punish Narcissus. From this point the stories are similar; Narcissus sees himself in the pond and he is amazed by the beauty of the reflection. Once he figured out that his love could not be addressed, he killed himself.
Woods are protected by flood.
Photography Challenge: Shoot a Low Key Image
“The heart was made to be broken.” — Oscar Wilde
For the record, this photograph is pure fiction. I am not heartbroken, nor am I getting drunk on bourbon and smoking cigarettes.
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“Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.” - Anais Nin
Love will tear us apart again.
[There are some things in life that jostle you so thoroughly, you're left reeling for an indeterminate amount of time. And *sometimes* when you're already reeling, you reel further due to other occurrences heaping on top of the initial thing that sent you reeling. At which point you might find yourself spinning uncontrollably, in such a way that eating and sleeping become less and less likely options--until you give up on them altogether. It then becomes *exciting* when you feel a small hunger pang or stinging in your eyes that seems to be your body weakly telling you you need to address those once habitual basic needs you used to meet.
So. That's where I'm at. I don't know what it is about my life, but things really do come in threes for me. Three deaths, three breakups in three years, three relationships...three cars. Okay maybe that last one doesn't matter. But--it's odd. At this point I don't know if I'm becoming superstitious or just losing my mind. Let's hope for the former, because the latter really sounds like a bother.
I really want anyone reading this who might also be going through hard times to know--deeply--that they are not alone. I don't care how cliche it sounds.]
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There’s an old Hawaiian legend tied to the ohia tree and its flower, the lehua blossom: One day Pele, the goddess of volcanos, met a handsome warrior named Ohia and she asked him to marry her. But Ohia had already pledged his love to Lehua. Pele was furious when Ohia turned down her marriage proposal, so she turned Ohia into a twisted tree. Lehua was heartbroken. The gods took pity on Lehua and decided it was an injustice to have Ohia and Lehua separated. So, they turned Lehua into a flower on the o'hia tree so that the two lovers would be forever joined together. So you should never pick a lehua blossom from an o'hia tree.
Hope you have a wonderful week! Thanks, as always, for stopping by and for all of your kind comments -- I appreciate them all. I'm so far behind with everything I may never catch up!
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I was feeling alone, cold and heartbroken yesterday. Did a total of 10 drafts for this pic before finally settling on this version that i'm satisfied with, encapsulating every emotion that i was feeling yesterday.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qemWRToNYJY
"Nevermind, I'll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best, for you too.
Don't forget me, I beg, I remember you said:
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead, yeah."
Song: Someone Like You by Adele
Model: Zachary Zufreur
Photography by Zachary Zufreur
An impressive new work for this well known wall in Hanbury Street - the best since The Octiphant I reckon.
Fairport Baptist Homes is in the background. I have volunteered there since 2013, when my mom was a residen for 3 years. After her death, I've continued to volunteer and have become close with residents and staff. This Independant/assisted living/long term care facility originated in 1904, a mission of the Baptist Church: and though unafilliated formally in the 1970's, it has remained a non-profit, caring, spiritual and reasonably priced facility. Last year it was reated #13 our of 600 in New York State for quality of care. Covid hit hard though and Fairport Baptist had no choice but to decalre bankruptcy - another non-profit home in Rochester was lending a hand and planned to purchase FBH, but they were WAY outbid by a huge "for-profit" company that operates over 100 nursing homes, mostly in Texas and Florida and has a poor reputation. I am heartbroken for the residents and staff of my beloved Fairport Baptist.
Sally and I had to say "goodbye" to Charlie on Wednesday. He had a number of significant problems (enlarged gall bladder, mass in his urinary bladder, heart murmur), but until Monday he was running, playing, his normal bossy magnificent self. Then he quit eating, and started getting some neurological symptoms. On his last day, he was restless, but visited all of his favorite spots for a few minutes each--the sofa cushions, each of the two window perches on the sofa back, even the cat enclosure (with 2 cats standing very close in a protective way). And one new place (next shot). This was the last photograph I took of him.
We are heartbroken, and I normally try to keep my photo posting upbeat. This loss has hit hard, though, and I find I need to share it with my flickr community. Charlie was a special cat. Surrendered to the shelter at 6yrs old, he lived for a year in a small cage before Goathouse Refuge rescued him. We adopted him at 7 years old, but he enriched our lives so much in the seven years he was with us.
I loaded a splash of photographs of Charlie that never made it to my photostream, but that I still like.
several years ago I was accused of posting these black photos when an awful massacre occurred in order to garner faves.
please don't fave this.
I post these because I am heartbroken for the victims, dead and alive.
my sorrow to El Paso, TX for the slaughter there today [aug 3].
earlier this week we had another one in California where 3 were killed, 2 children and a young man.
and there was yet another shooting in Southhaven, Mississippi where two walmart co-workers were killed.
El Paso sadly suffered many deaths and injured.
El Paso suffered domestic terrorism, a hate crime. it may turn out that hispanics, immigrants were targeted.
the NRA and mr trump should be proud. the shooter killed with an AK-47 legally purchased in Texas.
wikipedia:
As of January 1, 2016, holders of a Texas CHL or LTC are able to openly carry handguns in the same places that allow concealed carry with some exceptions. Openly carried handguns must be in a shoulder or belt holster. Existing CHL holders may continue to carry with a valid license.
where were all these gun totin' citizens when this murderer was killing?
IMHO it takes more than a license to be able to react properly in a mass shooting incident.
white supremacists are probably not composed of any nice people.
conspiracy theorists: if you feel that the government is staging these slaughters in order to legislate no guns for US citizens so the populace can be controlled, it's not working.
mr trump needs to admit that his rhetoric is causing hatred. this is a country of diversity, not a country of all-white fundamentalist christians. [who own guns]
I am, again, sick to my stomach.
This is from last Spring. One of the two juveniles shortly before they fledged (one parent in the nest on the left).
This American Bald Eagle nest has been active and produced babies for almost 12 years.
Hurricane Irma completely devastated the decade old nest in September, 2017. The mated pair came back though and began the rebuilding.
When they had a nice nest built, and started breeding ... a mated pair of Great Horned Owls moved in and took over the nest. I have learned this year that it's common for them to hijack existing nests.
I haven't been out much, but reports and photos show the female GHO in the Eagles' nest and they are sure she's sitting on eggs which should hatch shortly.
The Eagles were pictured this past week still showing up near the nest, but it's otherwise occupied for the year.
Will the Eagles come back next year? Many people will be heartbroken if they don't.
This afternoon we came home to discover SPARKIE the Goldfish had gone to heaven.
The above 'little man" was in tears and heartbroken.
Ever the optimist...He said "Sparkie had a short but good life in our fishtank for about 12 days, didn't he?!!"
We buried Sparkie in the garden under a tree, and Tyler (the remaining GF) will have a new flatmate soon:-)
My Project365 photo, DAY 140, 13th Sept 07
i have to go say goodbye in awhile. i cannot stop crying. i can't believe it. it happened so fast.
i love her so much. she was my first baby.
hurts so bad.
This is an old photo which I have re-jigged a bit. Its a bit of a tribute to our Ada, who is sadly no longer with us. We miss her like you wouldn't believe and are completely heartbroken. There will probably be a few Ada tributes to come over the coming months.
Farewell Ada. May you always have blue skies above and green fields below.
Ada (Kardibroke Ice in the Sky, Adie, Tatie, Dingleberry Dogface.)
27/10/2006 - 5/3/2016
About two to three years ago I lost my baby, my best friend, my two year old German shepherd Dakota to cancer. I was so heartbroken that I thought that I would never get another dog until I saw this 4 year old cutie name chewy. I must say that she is smart and obedient...But she can be one stubborn little girl, and can ignore you like nobodies business..lol..love my little big girl 🐕 💕💕💕
that could've been and never was :-)
Jennifer Donnelly, The Tea Rose
weathered exterior of an abandoned structure, alta, Colorado
Alta (near Telluride), Colorado
Elevation: ca. 11,800 ft.
The remnants of this ghost town still remain, some as little as heaps of wood, others as frames, and some as full structures. Alta was a small mining town between Telluride and Rico housing a population of a few hundred. Gold was discovered here first in 1878 by Jack Mann, then population trends alternated up through World War II. An aerial tramway moved the ore to the mill below. This was the first mine to use AC current. The Mill burnt down in 1948. Some famous residents were George Westinghouse, Nikola Tesla, and others who made the town what it became. Through the years, the remnants of the town were vandalized after the last residents left and most of what remains has been destroyed
This photo was made on another memorable day. My wife and I were both on parenting leave last September. The baby was four months old and I was jonesing for a day of photography. I dropped the two older kids off at school and daycare, and she graciously agreed to watch the baby while I went out for a day in the woods. I headed to Monadnock to get my mountain fix, and was able to enjoy a nice day in the woods and make it back in time to pick the kids up at the end of the school day.
Having hiked the mountain many times before, I was in no rush to see the summit, especially since I figured it would be crowded on such a beautiful early fall day. I took one of the trails less traveled to avoid the crowds and allowed myself to be completely sidetracked by a small pool in a brook filled with oils and biofilms. Sometimes you just gotta roll with whatever catches your eye. I spent a long time making compositions and playing with the reflection of the sun. Ultimately, after a lot of deliberation and consultation with friends, family, and peers, this was the photo that rose to the top of the curation contest. It's funny because when I made the photos that day, I wouldn't say this was the one that I knew would end up being my favorite.
After I wrapped up the biofilm photo session I began to high-tail it up the mountain. I found a patch of vibrant yellow ferns that had turned colors early and stopped for a photo break. I had packed a summit beer, which I usually reserve for the summit, but knowing that Monadnock would be crowded, I decided to make an exception and celebrate early and enjoy in peace with the yellow ferns. You can imagine my surprise when I cracked the can open and immediately an army of teenagers appeared out of nowhere, marching in groups of 3 or 4 up the trail. I didn't want to be the weird guy drinking beer by himself in the woods with the huge camera, so I hid it behind a rock and stole sips when there was a gap in their ranks as I photographed the ferns. Maybe that's even weirder. I don't know.
As far as the title is concerned, it raises a question I have about personally expressive photography and metaphors in landscape photography. I named the photo "Heartbroken" because the fractured leaf looks like a drawing of a broken heart. But luckily, I don't feel heartbroken at all. In fact, my heart was especially full of love and gratitude on that day as my wife gave me the gift of watching the baby so I could go spend a day in the woods. Does this make the photo a lie since the metaphor was not actually a translation of my feelings? I don't think so. I don't think a landscape photo needs to be connected to the photographer's internal feelings. But I recognize that could be difficult to reconcile with a philosophy that some folks have that their photographs are an outward expression of what they have going on internally.
Perhaps too heavy of a topic to be resolved by a guy that sneaks beers in the woods.
love can be a cruel, cruel game.
i'm not too keen on the tones and whatnot.
this will be the last of the pale, minimal style for a while before my photostream gets completely same-y.
Mariah Carey - Without You (Live Video Version)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hat1Hc9SNwE&list=RDMM&ind...
HBW 😊😊😍
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After eighteen years of marriage and twenty years together, my wife and I have filed for divorce. I never thought that two people could part ways and remain friends, but we are both trying very hard to do just that. There are no ongoing dramatic fights, just two people who changed but didn't change together. If there's something I have learned it's that you can only be in a one-sided relationship for so long. Relationships take work, and if both people are not in it or contributing after so long, it's best to move forward- even if it is apart from one another.
I am sad. I am heartbroken. But I at the same time I am also hopeful, believing in love still, believing that there is that sunshine in the future. I have not been myself for a while and this is why... but I believe that in the coming year I will find that side of Chris again, and find that joy in my life. The hardest thing for me will never getting to see her again, but if we can stay relative and stay friends in each others' lives- I'll take that.
Theme: Devoid Of Color
Year Fourteen Of My 365 Project
I really did lost myself you know?
All those months have gone by and I just existed.
There were days that I just stood there and kept looking to the emptiness of my heart.
I lost myself and who I was, I knew nothing and every day I woke up and I faked smile to that person looking back at me in the mirror. I didn't know what she wanted from me.
I still don't know what it is that I want.
I know I lost my spark and I try to take it back every day. Little by little I will succeed, I have to.
I know it seems that I stopped grieving to those who are around me all day long, yet in me a tornado is still going, ripping everything apart. Maybe this is what it's supposed to happen. Destroy everything so someday everything shall regrowth.