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Pensacola Beach, FL
Plaque at his feet reads:
Yancy Bailey Spencer III
July 2, 1950 - February 14, 2011
Yancy began surfing at the age of 15 on Pensacola Beach. Surfing became his passion and by the age of 20 he was rated #1 on the Gulf Coast and owned his own surfboard model. When he was 21 he won the first pro contest held in the Atlantic Ocean at Atlantic Beach, North Carolina, competing against some of the best surfers in the United States, gaining international recognition and winning the highest purse for surfing at the time. Among his titles are...
1st Gulf Coast (including Texas) Surfing Association Champs 1970
1st East Coast Pro, Atlantic Beach, 1972
2nd United States Surfing Championships - Men, 1975
1st United States Surfing Championships - Sr. Men, 1986
1st United States Longboard Championships - Pro Masters, 1995
He was inducted into the East Coast Surf Legends Hall of Fame in 1996, into the Pensacola Sports Association Hall of Fame in 2009, and posthumously inducted into the Encyclopedia of Surfing in 2014.
Yancy at 21, also became a businessman founding Innerlight Surf Shop so named for his spiritual conversion. He was one of the first surfers to lead the way in reaching surfers for Christ. He was gentle and forthright, and will be missed for his continual faithful witness and his passionate love for surfing.
Yancy died of a sudden heart attack in Malibu, California. It was on Valentine's Day after a beautiful afternoon of doing what he loved best - surfing.
He will always remain in the hearts and lives of all who knew him as...
THE DUKE OF THE GULF COAST
"God is mightier... than the waves of the sea" Psalm 93:4
The beginning of the Memorial Day weekend, 2017.
Based on my calculations, this was taken 1.2 miles away from the lighthouses.
A little saxifraga flower.... they are so tiny - it was an experience taking a closer macro-look on them! They grow like a pink cloud..... I tried to transport this feeling with the selective focus.
New, handmade background, room.
If you use this background, please credit me with a link back to this page and a sample of your work (small size.) Thank you!
Please, do not claim nor redistribute as your own.
*** I'd love it if you would post your artwork to my new group Temari's Galactic Studio. ***
There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life.
There is a gem in the mountain of your body, seek that mine.
O traveler, if you are in search of That
Don't look outside, look inside yourself and seek That. *
*RUMI
When I saw this little "fountains" I inmediately had my old favourite song in mind
"fountain of sorrow" by Jackson Browne... was going to put a link to the song... but
it didn't work, so here are the lyrics:
FOUTAIN OF SORROW
FOUNTAIN OF LIGHT
(...)
Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light
Youve known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight
Youve had to hide sometimes, but now youre all right
And its good to see your smiling face tonight
(...)
song by Jackson Browne
This "fountain of light" goes with the neighbouring photograph "fountain of sorrow"
a shamanic journey to the dark side of the moon .. if you bring enough inner light along with you the whole thing lights up ...
There seems to be what looks like a poetic cow down there in a crater ringing it's bell ....
this is the first of my 12 jewels
thank you * too blessed to be depressed * for inspiring it and let me think about my own :-)
Oh and I am not very happy with that first one but I had to start somewhere... Don't be mad :-\
Another oldie from Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta.
No big deal, just prepping candidates for next years "digital paintbrush" calendar.
(more balloons at this link)
I've got nothing to say about this except, Brrrr. It was cold out there today!
Hand held from on top of a dune with 23mph wind gusts.
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The 2 persons represented are my dear friends
Dominika Timoszuk and Leszek Boltruczuk.
Dominika graduated in law and got a master degree
in criminology. However, she is rather interested in arts and
literature. She also loves music and sings in her rockband
and sometimes writes about life observations.
Visit Dominika's great blog: "Inner Light"
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For more information about my art: info@benheine.com
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Dreamy Invader
By Dominika Timoszuk
You and You
always in my dreams
Real, so real
only when I sleep
Close, too close
makes me feel afraid
That my whisper
will reveal
will betray
that You were here
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All the poems posted here are by Dominika Timoszuk.
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Under my skin
By Dominika Timoszuk
Nothing new under my skin:
Blood perversely rushes through veins
Every move strains my muscles
Every heartbeat closes Death.
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Nirvana of Mine
By Dominika Timoszuk
A thoughtless moment-
joyful nonexistance
With no past behind me-
laugh at ego persistence.
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I'm every woman
By Dominika Timoszuk
I'm every woman
Craving for attention
Sweet lies
not to mention
A walking contradiction
Within just one month
Anything can happen
That is woman's life.
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Against Disabilism
By Dominika Timoszuk
Come in handy Handicapped
Show us how to treasure
What we take for granted
Without having a measure
For we can walk
and march for war
For we can speak
but tell all lies
Handicapped we are
Though having all we need
With no compasion- mentally ill
Looking so fine- rotten underneath
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Sweet Dreaming
By Dominika Timoszuk
Again-the dreaming-
And that sweet, sweet feeling
when the dream slips woken mind.
And moment of truth
You're gone, no more us-two
And again I'm all alone.
A banal cliché
Fatal anyway
I'm killing the dream
Stuck in reality.
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Provoking Myself
By Dominika Timoszuk
I dreamt of hugging that made me shiver
I dreamt of sucking that made me blush
I dreamt of licking that made me give her
the whole small prudish world of mine
And then I woke up and right beside me
There was she lying stark naked, so pleased
And realised it wasn't just dreaming
And here I go- a totally new Me.
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Wind in my Hair
By Dominika Timoszuk
Wind in my hair
Euphemism today
Can't blame the wind
It's blowing like hell
Drops from the sky
Euphemism once more
Can't blame the rain
It wets me to the core.
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Long ago
By Dominika Timoszuk
When the past comes back
And gets sitted right beside You
Then you realise
That it is all behind You
And the words he says don't hurt
Though they still make melody
Though the looks can't deceive
No they can't, indeed!
And though moment gets me stuck
In- between realities
There's no place for regrets
Only pleasure memories
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The Verses from the Bus
By Dominika Timoszuk
The fragility of Fate!
Though Fate seems so grave
That's just an illusion
The mix, the fusion
Of impossibility
Of ridiculous
The mingle of you and me
Sweet, sour, loving, mean
Exaggeration, duration
Of our small nation
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While drunk...
By Dominika Timoszuk
Drunk in my mind
Physically sober
That is my way
to survive October
Soon to come winter
Freezes my cheer
Leaves cover my bed
Need You to warm me Dear
I deeply hope
Like nature blooms
That in the spring
I'll also do
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The Handicapped
By Dominika Timoszuk
Come in handy Handicapped
Show us how to treasure
What we take for granted
Without having a measure
For we can walk
and march for war
For we can speak
but tell all lies
Handicapped we are
Though having all we need
With no compasion- mentally ill
Looking so fine- rotten underneath
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Sad Conclusion
By Dominika Timoszuk
Don't worry, be happy
Friday the Thirteenth
Nothing bad can happen
Except for this:
You spill the milk all over
You crush Your shiny Rover
You really deadly miss her
You stain your favourite T-shirt
Don't worry, be happy
Saturday- Fourteenth
Nothing bad will happen
Except for this:
You...
On and on all over
Like on the carousel
Life chases destiny
Through triviality...
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The Greed
By Dominika Timoszuk
Oh, God's little malice
Forbiding the greed
When it's all people's nature
The craving for life
To grab it and taste it
With their mouths full
They mumble sinning
always yearn for more
Insatiable desire
Never to be fullfilled
But that urge lasts forever
But that is all in vain.
From march 7 through march 10th all galleries in Königswinter opened their doors... this is my first time to do so here. The "official" inauguration of my exhibition will be in may though. It's an interesting experience to have your own photographs hanging all around ;-) Lizanne (lizannes_lightpaintings here on flickr) joined me with some of her works, too.
Werner (poetry & truth) came over visiting... here you will find some more photographs: flickr.com/photos/poetry-and-truth/2318567431/
Thank you sooo much for all your best wishes to get well again!
I am still a little weary... haven't had a migrane like this for ages.
On my morning walk I found these two healing plants... St. John's wort
and Calendula (next pic). It is a real cloudy and dark morning, I was
marvelled by the intense inner light of these flowers.
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Stream of Life
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth
and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
GITANJALI
"The offering songs"
Rabindranath Tagore
To all my wonderful Flickr friends my best wishes for a blessed
and wonderful Easter holiday! I will be away for some days... just
might have a little glimpse into flickr one in a while......
Corpo iluminado
De que túnel de que árvore
De que zero de remorso
De que rasura do vento
De que núpcias de mármore
De que fresta de que pórtico
SaÃste neste momento
Para que praia que porto
Que fugitiva garupa
Que torre desconhecida
Que mãos que braços que rosto
Que tempestade difusa
Te encontras já de partida
Não és de nenhum sossego
Vives no gume do ser
Na fronteira do devir
E assim me tornas eu mesma
Entre nascer e morrer
Entre chegar e partir*
voice: Christina Branco
poem: David Mourão Ferreira
Enlightened Body
From what tunnel which tree
What zero of remorse
What whipping of the wind
What nuptials of marble
From what cleft which portico
Did you come out right now
To which beach which port
What fleeing rump
What unknown tower
Which hands which arms which face
To what formless storm
Are you now setting forth?
You belong to no serenity
You live on the cutting edge of being
On the border of what is to come
And thus you turn me into myself
Between being born and dying
Between arriving and departing
Listen to Cristina Branco & Conjunto Ibérico: