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Photo prise sur la playa del norte, Isla Mujeres Mexique.
Picture taken on Playa del norte on Isla Mujeres, Mexico.
Black tank - school clothing exchange
Red belt - vintage via mom
Red plaid skirt - Winners
Sneakers relaced & drawn on by me - Payless
Red angry heart necklace - etsy.com user AnamanoCrafts
Brown leather bag - Canal Street
Sephora bag which serendipitously matches my outfit exactly - Sephora, of course! (it contains a little bottle of Philosophy Purity Made Simple, i.e. best cleanser ever)
The human traffic is like an ocean. All people have only good intentions. Evils and sorrows have long been overcome.
- Robert Walser, Speaking to the Rose: Writings, 1912-1932, p. 21
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Wishful thinking.
For you, IC, in this dream they call human life, in these rain-sodden days of winter.
(02/04/2008)
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Do you remember
Your first human
How soft and cuddly
She was
How she would greet you
At the door
After you went outside for
A few minutes
Do you remember
How she was always
There for you
When you were sad
And made you laugh
By spinning in circles
Then falling to the ground
Beside you
Do you remember
How important she made
You feel
I do
And I hope I made her feel
The same too
Black cashmere sweater - thrifted
Navy polka-dotted wrap dress - Twylite
Red stretch belt - vintage via mom
Blue sparkly star ring - etsy.com user cbtscloset
Black & red striped legwarmers - gift
The story goes that a ravishing young princess from Maui was captured by a young warrior from Lanai. He took her as his wife and brought her back to his home island. He was so stricken with her beauty that he was afraid to let other men see her, and thus he confined the princess to a sea cave near the rock.
One day, as the warrior was away, the weather suddenly changed drastically, and the raging surf began to pound this side of the island. The warrior rushed back to the cave, but it was too late: His beloved Puu Pehe had drowned. Heartbroken, he retrieved her body and, with the help of the gods, climbed the steep rock island, where he buried her in a tomb. Overcome with grief, the warrior then leaped off the rock to his death.
Puu Pehe is situated about 150 feet offshore between Manele Bay and Hulopoe Bay along the island’s southern coastline. A closer look at this picturesque sea stack reveals, indeed, a tomb-like structure resting at the summit. Archeologists who have studied the rock will tell you that there are no human remains in this “tomb.” The tomb, in fact, may actually be a bird heiau (temple) constructed by the ancient Hawaiians, as numerous bones from sea birds have been found near the heiau.
I proposed to my wife here.
ob der Mensch sich gegen die Natur stellt. oder aber ob er mit der Natur lebt, das ist der Natur egal. Denn die Natur braucht den Menschen nicht, der Mensch braucht aber die Natur - hoffentlich sehen wir das ein, bevor es zu spät ist.
Musée d'Orsay, Paris.
Les Romains de la décadence, Thomas COUTURE, 1847.
Three times in one : Antiquity , nineteenth century, nowadays.
Image originally generated with DALL-E, then enhanced through upscaling in Leonardo AI and finally refined with Topaz Gigapixel AI.
The Human Family
As we left the car at Southsea today, I thought I saw a lady feeding swans at one end of the Canoe Lake. As we approached on our walk, it was obvious that she was feeding a group of seven swans by hand.
We said hello and I asked if I could take photos. This was no problem for the 'swan lady' and I took a few shots, then of course wondering if she would participate in my strangers' project. Mary was quite happy with this too.
On the Lake the swans eat weed, including very tiny prawns, and grass. Mary feeds them special swan pellets which have a fishy smell and contain molluscs. Her visits are now restricted to every 3 or 4 days rather than every day because of the increased cost of the pellets.
The swan peering over the back of the seat is named 'Youhoo', a bit of a character. Mary names each one and amazingly can tell one from another. She told us that this is her 'happy place' which began with a swan she called Charlie but who was unfortunately attacked by a dog.
I wondered if Mary has ever had any problems with the swans. She said 'never' and went on to say that she prefers swans to people. It's obvious that she knows how to treat them: an alpha male was once domineering but Mary stood up to him, however also affording him respect in the feeding queue.
Swans congregate at different ends of the Lake depending on the wind direction, peferring to fly into the wind rather than have it at their backs.
They spend good amounts of time preening and at this time of the year, will remove large feathers from their plumage, and in addition use their beaks to access a gland in their bodies which produces a substance to waterproof all their feathers.
Such an unexpected encounter as we had changed our minds about visiting a National Trust property and taken a late decision to go to the sea and have our breakfast.
We said our goodbyes; I've sent Mary some photos and cannot help reflecting on the variety of passions we humans embrace.
I did comment to Mary that I liked the purple shade in her hair; she told me it should really be pink but that she bought the wrong dye............
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So you've been broken and you've been hurt
Show me somebody who ain't
Yeah, I know I ain't nobody's bargain
But, hell, a little touchup,
And a little paint
You might need somethin' to hold on to
When all the answers, they don't amount to much
Somebody that you could just to talk to
And a little of that human touch...
According to the calendar,the last human touch here was 1993...
It's going to take more than the human touch to save the bluff..