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Par-delà les étendues sauvages, les plaines célestes aux nuages moutonnants, dans mon dos la force d'une vague de lumière, le souffle tiédissant des vents de la nuit, jusque là-bas me portent, dansant sans fin sur les horizons avides.
Lien musical : Ctrl + youtu.be/RMzHm_m4QF0
Into the spiral we rise, where every step curves toward infinity.
درون مارپیچ اوج میگیریم، جایی که هر پله به سوی بینهایت خم میشود.
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✱ LA CALE DU PORT
✱ Voie d’échanges commerciaux, le Lot a eu une importance tout à fait remarquable jusqu’au développement du réseau routier.
✱ Du XIIIème au XVIIème siècle, Villeneuve fut un des ports de redistribution les plus importants après celui de Cahors.
✱ Les gabarres à fond plat s’arrimaient à la cale de la rive-droite, chargées de marchandises diverses comme le bois, le vin et les céréales.
✱ Jusque vers 1800, on a pratiqué le halage pour la remonte des gabarres à l’aide d’une corde attachée au mât et tirée par un équipage depuis les berges.
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My second enter for the challenge. The original picture is from Bobby mc Murry. Elasticam, blender for placing head. Trimagonator and a repix blended. Perfect image, blend with the one before, mextures, blender again to bring down textures and snapseed.
Stunning view of the reef and seascape from above the canyon at Abu Galum National park. This protected area covers 400 square kilometers, a landscape highlighted by the meeting of coastal mountains and the azure waters of the Gulf of Aqaba. The coastal region has a unique topography with the mountains near the beaches, and the varied terrains include coral reefs, sea herbs, sea creatures, lagoons, mountains, and a desert environmental system, meaning almost everything in one place.
I read recently about Bob Dylan quoting Woody Guthrie about all the great songs being already out there in the ether just waiting to be given form and it's made me think about visual art in the same way.
Bob Dylan ~ Jokerman
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Mo N°34 in Infinite Darkness land
Outfit:
DOUX - Valentine Hairstyle
ISON - mylie feather bolero
MOWIE - "Viviane" Long Dress
Pure Poison - Gabrielle Pumps
UC - Gloria necklace
Yasum - Elisabeth-Crown
e.marie - Marcella Earrings
wise words from martin luther king: "we must accept finite disappointment but never lose infinite hope." i grieve for myself and our country, but i also have hope. what else can we do but grieve, heal, grow, and love? i want to continue to show up—wherever i am—with a wise, kind, and hopeful heart
It is easy to slip into a parallel universe. There are so many of them: these worlds exist alongside this world and resemble it, but are not in it.
Explore--October 5, 2008--# 362
*#MOTION *#LiGHTPAINTING *#COLORS *#PHOTOPLUS
_____ Lightpainting rotation (x6) 1 single photographic frame_____
___"LiGHTPAINTING is MAGiK"___
I'm back home now so need to go out food shopping . This is a photo of a. great last afternoon on the beach before Christmas. Infinite arms is by Band of Horses. I do miss the deer in the garden and my granddaughters . It was lovely singing together and playing instruments.
“And I write poetry on anything that comes to hand .., pink paper with yellow lines all creased and crumpled and slightly torn; brown paper bags that once contained Shiitake mushrooms for a soup; my favourite dark chocolate with sea salt cardboard wrappers and empty envelopes with stamps from far-off places where I will never go or never go again. Poets write on anything that comes to hand.
And I know the anxiety of being a wallflower
and I know all the perks.
And I know all the jerks that passed me by
or those that tried to prise me from the wall.
And I know what the cold is like
when I'm on the outside looking in.
And I know who will be there to catch me when I fall.
And I know what it's like to be a lost soul
wandering alone in the Universe.
And I know what it's like to find a friendship
that fills up all the gaps in me;
completes me like nothing else could ever do.
And I know what it's like to lose myself when I lost you
and the Universe imploded in on me.
And I know what it's like to miss you every day to Infinity and Beyond … simply é …
And I know more much more ...” - AP
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=vK7vrLY1dto
Lights & Motion ~ "We Are Infinite"
CIPRIAN …
Eyes so brown with flecks of yellow
nutbrown struck by sunlight
walk through fields of Springtime meadows
wildflowers swaying in delight
arm in arm and minds on nothing
living dreams that lift our souls
stop to eat when we get hungry
sip mushroom soup from chipped and yellowed melamine bowls
exchanging glances shyly hesitant
small smiles turned up at the corners
I did not know this was goodbye
that I would be an absentee among the mourners
how many years has it been now
it feels like only yesterday
still I think I'll one day see you
when the rain storms come and slant my way
I left the crucifix to dangle
to keep me safe on the less-travelled road
I think of that small clip from that film I did not show here
that one entwined within our code
we talked in shorthand when we spoke
or with a smile or with our eyes
the friendship rose and fell again
then rose again just like the sunrise
some things may always be left unspoken
sometimes words are not enough
but we knew that friendship lasts
beyond infinity although it's tough
I still read your poetry
still read between those beautiful lines
and browse through your photography
so much deleted those words of mine
but not your fault but deep within me
was something broken and you could see
and though I did not realise it back then
you protected me from knowing your destiny
I can thank you for many reasons
for being there throughout my trials
a rock a guiding hand held out through all four seasons
remembering your beautiful smiles
to feel the love you had for life
still tangible though you are gone
I can feel you close beside me
whenever I need to be more strong
I rarely met anyone else like you
whose aura was so bright
you saw behind my eyes of blue
to the sorrow that denied my light
you never gave up on me I know
you wanted me to know what life is for
I try to remember all you taught me
I miss you always and simply more …
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Dedicated to my beloved friend, Ciprian
A poet and the most beautiful human being you could ever wish to meet. To know him was to love him and when he passed he left the biggest hole in the Universe. I don't think I shall ever see his like again in this incarnation anyway …
Two long years and I still miss you though you are everywhere
In the rain and in the yellow
To Infinity and beyond … simply é …
Iubirea mea pentru tine nu va muri niciodata
We spoke mostly in French, but I did try to speak Romanian sometimes and he would smile indulgently. He recognised the child-like innocence in me that wants everyone and everything to be alright. He encouraged me in my writing and indulged my childish tantrums because he knew that like all things they would pass and he knew the reasons for them and accepted my brokeness because it is part of who I am. That was Ciprian … all-accepting; never just loving one small part of me, but embracing all of me with all the frailties and complexities within my nature. Oh, and one more thing, he loved cats and I would have loved him just for that ; 0) There are many different kinds of love. Our love was pure. The love borne of friendship and shared love of poetry and our minds always questioning everything.
I send my love and respect to dear Ciprian's wife who made his life so very happy. She was the love of his life and he of hers. If I feel the loss of my friend so deeply I can only imagine how hard it is for her to bear. My heart goes out to her on this day, the second anniversary of his passing.