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“The real perfectibility of man may be illustrated, as I have
mentioned before, by the perfectibility of a plant. The object of the enterprising florist is, as I conceive, to unite size, symmetry, and beauty of color."
― Thomas Robert Malthus
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In some cultures the Steller’s Jay symbolizes adaptability and fearlessness-this one symbolized begging for food as it seems to be without fear of my presence and more curious about what I was eating (sorry Jay you can’t have a piece of my ham sandwich).
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This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary.
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
The grasses unload their griefs at my feet as if I were God,
Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility.
Fumy spiritous mists inhabit this place
Separated from my house by a row of headstones.
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
Twice on Sunday, the bells startle the sky –
Eight great tongues affirming the Resurrection.
At the end, they soberly bong out their names.
The yew tree points up. It has a Gothic shape.
The eyes lift after it and find the moon.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness –
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.
I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars.
Inside the church, the saints will be all blue,
Floating on their delicate feet over cold pews,
Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.
The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.
And the message of the yew tree is blackness –
blackness and silence.
Sylvia Plath
LACPIXEL - 2024
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Diese Aufnahme wurde am LAPP Wochenende 13-15.03. 2015 der Fotoschule von Frank Fischer mit Jan Leonardo Wöllert in Hamburg von mir angefertigt. Beim Ausleuchten der Location, wurde ich von Jan Leonardo unterstützt!
Als Kamera war meine Canon EOS 650D im Einsatz.
Außerdem kamen diverse Lichttools von Jan Leonardo zum Einsatz dem ich dafür natürlich noch einmal danke!
” A Good Morning Text Doesn’t Only Mean ‘Good Morning’ It Has A Silent, Loving Message That Says I Think Of You When I Wake Up ”
Feldos Wearing:
DOZZE - Leather Jacket w/HUD
DOZZE - Radical Jeans (Black)
*ARGRACE* Ribbed beanie/Xavier - Blacks
Chatley heath with android enhancement and a message.
Surrey Wildlife trust rangers and volunteers manage this heathland keeping it in check. If Surrey County council continue with their plan to cut funding to the trust all 16 rangers will lose there jobs. Please take a moment to sign this petition
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“L’amore non è mai una dipendenza. L’amore è uno stato assoluto, incondizionato ed eterno che non reclama niente in cambio.”
(Brian Weiss)
è una cosa che.....mi porto dietro da molti anni ,quella di vedere degli angeli nei cavatappi. .si.......degli angeli messaggeri.
alle mie orecchie è suonato abbastanza strano ,che.... quelli che hanno visto questa foto e quella precedente(simile ) non abbiano visto ciò che vedo io e invece abbiano visto solamente dei ballerini...............