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I'll rent a house somewhere
I'll listen to Biosphere
And all I see there
A straight line in the atmosphere
Every hour will be longer
And I'll linger with pleasure
Lyrics ©Ane Brun
Ocean Park Beach beckons for you to come and linger at the shores of the Atlantic Ocean in San Juan, Puerto Rico
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
A previously unpublished shot from September 2017.
By the time I recognize this moment, this moment will be gone... But I will bend the light and pretend that it somehow lingers on.
~ John Mayer
The smell of your skin lingers on me now
You're probably on your flight back to your hometown
I need some shelter of my own protection, baby
Be with myself and center
Clarity, peace, serenity
I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
The path that I'm walking, I must go alone
I must take the baby steps 'til I'm full-grown, full-grown
Fairy tales don't always have a happy ending, do they?
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay
Like a little schoolmate in the school yard
We'll play jacks and UNO cards
I'll be your best friend, and you'll be mine Valentine
Yes, you can hold my hand if you want to
'Cause I wanna hold yours, too
We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds
But it's time for me to go home
It's getting late, dark outside
I need to be with myself and center
Clarity, peace, serenity.
With the morning sun now up over an adjacent rise and highlighting gaps in the foliage, any attempts on my part at controlling the light with bracketing were not quite aggressive enough. Still, it was such a pretty spot here on Dickson Brook, that I couldn't resist. It was definitely a place to linger.
Paper flowers
Paper flowers
I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming
Monsters calling my name
Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby (Flowers)
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me (Flowers)
Don't say I'm out of touch
With this rampant chaos, your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I build my own world to escape
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent lies
Oh, how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
Paper flowers
There is just something magical about this shot for me! I don't know if it is just the color and texture of the green or if it is the ever so slight touch of the two. Whatever it is, I really like it and thought I'd share with you!
When the clouds lingered on the distant horizon, it was time to grab my camera and tripod, then make for the rocks at Snickett Park. Upon arrival, I clambered about eventually finding a crevasse for the foreground. While I was awkwardly perched, a man stammered up on my left. I thought, "oh, here we go". He leaned in showing me an iPhone shot he had taken of me. "The wild taking photos of the wild", he blustered. And, considering the strong smell of alcohol, it was good a lit match was not present.
Then a family came close and a young lady introduced herself as Penny, and asked a few questions. The show of colors had begun so I remained but answered. They were visiting from England and were enjoying a holiday. I offered my site as reference so she could find spots of interest along the Sunshine Coast.
Nice to meet you Penny.
Song: Linger - The Cranberries
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tEQP37GaxA
Photo/Edits: Inde-CYN-t Exposure Photography
~CYNimon Catnap~ 4-2022
"Can I get just one more hug? Maybe it will help sort out these lingering feelings I am trying to escape. Maybe I can forget the warmth of your embrace and the calm beating of your heart close to my ears...Why do you allow me to linger? Let me go..."
P.S. When you know something isn't going to end well anyways and yet you somehow just can't leave. Preposterous! Sometimes the heart wants what it wants and eventually the thread must be severed forever.
Note: I so love the maple tunnel in Kintsugi, it is one of Bambi's amazing designs! And looook at the puddles of water. The water and sky is the reason why this photo has a wide angle. How can I let this cute little guy gooo! I will keeep the hug lingering as long as I can :D Thank you again Adam for the Pikafennec.
Fw: P.S. Part of my series called "Abandoned" *Points to the album for other photos in the series.*
Farmstead's Charm
In the heart of the countryside's embrace,
A farmstead stands with its rustic grace.
Red barns and silos reach for the sky,
Against a backdrop of clouds up high.
Rolling pastures, where cattle roam,
A peaceful haven, a place to call home.
The scent of earth and freshly mowed hay,
Invites us to linger, to stay and sway.
Farmers toil with hands so skilled,
Cultivating the land, dreams fulfilled.
Rows of crops stretch far and wide,
An ode to diligence, side by side.
Golden harvests, a labor's reward,
Bounty of the fields, a gift to hoard.
In the beauties of farms and fields we find,
A connection to nature, intertwined.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4dci4Z7p6A
You learn to deal with the loss. But you never forget them. Because somewhere, deep within the halls of your heart, the pain they left behind will always linger. It will always remind you of how it went down... Of how they left and the the type of thing that haunts you .. Forever. Some pains can never be cured. No matter how much time passes, no matter how many times you tell yourself... You'll be ok
r.M.D
As the rising sun peeks over the horizon it gently lights up a quiet farm-site. The silence started years ago when the last milk cow was sold off and now is only interrupted by several pigeons and the sound of a car starting up as the owner heads to a job in town. To those who grew up on farms decades ago nothing signals the changes since then more than the lingering silence that was once punctuated with the busy activities of a farmer's family tending to livestock in the morning.
Feel the touch of Winters fingers
The cold caresses and it lingers
On your skin, so soft and tender
The frost does sink and does enter
Deep inside, deep within
Below the surface of your skin
Into your bones, as your mind it walks
The fields of green, where whiteness stalks
The footsteps , of its human prey
On this cold, white, Winters day
Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires
Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out
We could just ride around
And the road not taken looks real good now
And it always leads to you in my hometown
Loved this show of green in the misty morning in Little Wittenham Wood, South Oxfordshire. I've been shooting here for a few years now, it never gets boring. Nature always throws a curve ball, it makes the photographic challenge that more interesting every time.
one week ago, this was my sunrise view on a balmy autumn morning. today, leaves quickly drop from trees as cold rain falls. soon we'll have frost. but i choose to linger a little longer in the dewy sunshine.
"Linger in the shade of a kind old tree
Throw away your troubles, dream a dream with me".
(Up a) Lazy River - song by Hoagy Carmichael and Sidney Arodin and sung by everyone. There seems to be different versions of the lyrics, which I find odd. It's a very old song written in the 1930s. It sprang to mind when I looked at this photo.
This lazy river is Snake River in beautiful Grand Teton National Park. Wyoming, USA.
She lingered where time took a coffee break
half in a fairytale, half in a daydream.
The phone box was her portal, the wind her companion,
and somewhere between the rust and roses,
she decided that waiting could be its own kind of adventure.
Stretching far, stretching wide
With sweet juices, deep inside
Feel them flowing on your fingers
As your hand slowly lingers
Between the shores, filled with trees
That do open in the breeze
To reveal , sweet natures treasure
Coloured blue and filled with pleasure
Light; it sustains, it defines, it blows my mind!...especially dappled light, that dance of light and shadow that entrances the 'I' and silences the 'me'.
To think, that those photons of light bouncing off that dewdropped leaf, took a million years of fighting against the sun's immense gravity to get from the centre of the sun to its surface, then a mere eight minutes to get from there to my eyeball, then a ridiculously tiny nanosecond to reach my consciousness...a piece of the sun is in my head...we are not just stardust, we are starlight...mind, blown!