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A fisherman is mending his fishing nets. I took this photo in Kusadasi, Turkey from an open air restaurant on the docks.
“Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.'’ From Robert Frost’s poem “Mending Wall”
Mending a broken heart Heart shape is made of sugar this is no bigger than 3in HMM folks have a great day .
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Highest position: 271 on Wednesday, March 18, 2009
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The season of sleep,
a time to mend one's flayed mind
-- under warm blankets.
For me, Winter is a time for healing. Especially after this past year. Using multiple exposures to layer the leaves. Wishing everyone a time to heal and a great day ahead!
On the commercial fisherman's wharf in Monterey, California. Looks like he has enough to keep him busy for a while.
back to doing some handwork.
some people work their fingers to the bone while SOME people just lie there and sleep.
[actually I'm sitting in front of the computer right now drinking a coke float. since I started my medication vacation, my healthy diet has gone down the tubes.
not really, I'm just augmenting it a bit.]
this is an old Target dog bed, I'm adding some tropical patches. I'm into tropical right now.
this is for Pat
It's a tough but vital job, inspecting and mending the nets. Looks like he has enough to keep him busy for a while.
On the commercial fisherman's wharf (not the touristy one across the harbor) in Monterey, California.
Every year during the fishing season (Jul to Aug) of southern coastal Vietnam, some fishing net need to be repaired. This very simple work looks really nice with the eyes of photography.
Love photography and organize Vietnam photo tours www.anbuiphotography.com
Whilst walking around the Sovereign Harbour I met a couple of fishermen who were preparing their nets for the coming night's journey out into the open sea.
This guy was called Paul and he was quite happy for me to observe him at work and take pictures.
He told me that he had been a fisherman for over 50 years and was the second oldest fisherman in the harbour. His working life as a fisherman had been broken for a short period but he had then returned to, presumably, what he knew and loved.
He said their trip the previous night had been thwarted through bad weather conditions and that they were hoping for a good night's catch of Plaice and Sole.
See the previous photo in my photostream for a picture of the boat.
A wooden egg below to facilitate repair above for mending a hole in a T-shirt.
Raccommoder un trou de 2 cm du T-shirt avec un autre empiècement de même type.
This little hole is on a wool sweater I’ve had for over 30 years. When it is so cold here in winter months, this is a sweater I turn to.
Macro Mondays.
Wear and Tear.
The holidays bring to most people happyness, joy, and most of all, family. Often we suffer brokenness when one or more of these elements are missing as with the loss of a loved one such as family. Social networking sites such as this offer an exciting new relationships and destinations. However, we may not ever afford in person. So reach out and hug someone in need of these missing elements before it’s too late. XOXO!
Sorry, I did it again. This spider weaves its net in the same spot every day. And I keep forgetting about it ;-)
The European garden spider (Araneus) is a very common orb-weaving spider.
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Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.'
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say ‘Elves’ to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.'
Robert Frost
1874 - 1963
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down. - Robert Frost's Mending Wall
Model: Olivia Byers
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