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Alexander Vvedensky.
I regret that I’m not a beast...
I regret that I’m not a beast,
running along a blue path,
telling myself to believe,
and my other self to wait a little,
I’ll go out with myself to the forest
to examine the insignificant leaves.
I regret that I’m not a star,
running along the vaults of the sky,
in search of the perfect nest
it finds itself and earth’s empty water,
no one has ever heard of a star giving out a squeak,
its purpose is to encourage the fish with its silence.
And then there’s this grudge that I bear,
that I’m not a rug, nor a hydrangea.
I regret I’m not a roof,
falling apart little by little,
which the rain soaks and softens,
whose death is not sudden.
I don’t like the fact that I’m mortal,
I regret that I am not perfect.
Much much better, believe me,
is a particle of day a unit of night.
I regret that I’m not an eagle,
flying over peak after peak,
to whom comes to mind
a man observing the acres.
I regret I am not an eagle,
flying over lengthy peaks,
to whom comes to mind
a man observing the acres.
You and I, wind, will sit down together
on this pebble of death.
It’s a pity I’m not a grail,
I don’t like that I am not pity.
I regret not being a grove,
which arms itself with leaves.
I find it hard to be with minutes,
they have completely confused me.
It really upsets me terribly
that I can be seen in reality.
And then there’s this grudge that I bear,
that I’m not a rug, nor a hydrangea.
What scares me is that I move
not the way that do bugs that are beetles,
or butterflies and baby strollers
and not the way that do bugs that are spiders.
What scares me is that I move
very unlike a worm,
a worm burrows holes in the earth
making small talk with her.
Earth, where are things with you,
says the cold worm to the earth,
and the earth, governing those that have passed,
perhaps keeps silent in reply,
it knows that it’s all wrong.
I find it hard to be with minutes,
they have completely confused me.
I’m frightened that I’m not the grass
that is grass, I’m frightened that I’m not a candle.
I’m frightened that I’m not the candle that is grass,
to this I have answered,
and the trees sway back and forth in an instant.
I’m frightened by the fact that when my glance
falls upon two of the same thing
I don’t notice that they are different,
that each lives only once.
I’m frightened by the fact that when my glance
falls upon two of the same thing
I don’t see how hard they are trying
to resemble each other.
I see the world askew
and hear the whispers of muffled lyres,
and having by their tips the letters grasped
I lift up the word wardrobe,
and now I put it in its place,
it is the thick dough of substance.
I don’t like the fact that I’m mortal,
I regret that I am not perfect,
much much better, believe me,
is a particle of day a unit of night.
And then there’s this grudge that I bear
that I’m not a rug, nor a hydrangea.
I’ll go out with myself to the woods
for the examination of insignificant leaves,
I regret that upon these leaves
I will not see the imperceptible words,
which are called accident, which are called immortality,
which are called a kind of roots.
I regret that I’m not an eagle
flying over peak after peak,
to whom came to mind
a man observing the acres.
I’m frightened by the fact that everything becomes dilapidated,
and in comparison I’m not a rarity.
You and I, wind, will sit down together
on this pebble of death.
Like a candle the grass grows up all around,
and the trees sway back and forth in an instant.
I regret that I am not a seed,
I am frightened I’m not fertility.
The worm crawls along behind us all,
he carries monotony with him.
I’m scared to be an uncertainty,
I regret that I am not fire.
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"Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone?
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot."
Big Yellow Taxi by Joni Mitchell
Vanishing Nature=our Vanishing Selves...
Monarch Butterflies are now officially endangered...
Non ! Rien de rien ...
Non ! Je ne regrette rien ...
Ni le bien, qu'on m'a fait
Ni le mal, tout ça m'est bien égal!
Non ! Rien de rien ...
Non ! Je ne regrette rien ...
Car ma vie, car mes joies
So it seems Mrs Fox and Mrs PB weren't exactly singing from the same hymn sheet when it came to dealing with the recently discovered beverage depot.
Mr Fox had thought they'd agreed to leave the clandestine operation intact, not willing to risk the possible repercussions of a de-intoxified raccoon.
He was therefore a little perplexed when he intercepted the crate shuffling polar bear! Confronting his albino chum, she'd got her alibi sorted.
Apparently she wasn't, as the evidence implied, making off with Mr Raccoon's stash, but making it safe! Apparently she'd replaced the contents with water.
Mr Fox was somewhat skeptical, so she insisted he necked the bottle of Southern Comfort...
She's pretty sure he's gonna regret that one in the morning!
While going through some old storage containers that hadn't seen the light of day more years than I care to admit I came across this old image taken of my grandfather. The picture worn was torn but I but me best efforts into digitally restoring it and did a decent job. Still I look across time trying to read the soul of this man over a hundred years in my past. From what my father told me he was a proper gentleman that almost always wore a proper suit and a tie most days. One regret I had was not pressing my father for more stories about him. One story my father did tell was his sarcastic take on prohibition on the ban of the sale of alcohol in the US which he said was only passed in his opinion was that women getting the vote was going to happen and a lot of gutless politicians scarred of offending the millions of new voters passed the amendment to ban alcohol to appease them. Still to think he grew up when people rode around by horseback and did their business in a outhouse he lived to see a world with jet airplanes, the atomic bomb and television and probably no other generation in human history saw as much technological change as his did.
Quando lascio andare quello che sono, divento quello che potrei essere.
Quando lascio andare quello che ho, ricevo quello di cui ho bisogno.
Tao Te Ching
Parco del Piave, Bigolino, Treviso
#watermill #water #piano #slow #piave #ruota #tempo #passato #past #regret #treviso
Mon regret : la lumière en plein milieu de journée la lumière nous assommez mais on a pas pu faire autrement , ça doit vraiment valoir le coup tôt le matin , le soir et la nuit ...
She had heard his footsteps far off. The tree scraped at her bare skin as she silently waited. Every instinct had led her to this position. The climb had been rough, every bone, every muscle was frozen stiff. Now everything lay silent but the soft footfalls of the approaching man. He was one of them, an Albornian soldier. They had killed the only family she had ever known. Destroyed the only place she called home. He deserved to die. He would live no longer.
No sound left the man's mouth as he sunk to the floor.
Cora’s blade had lodged into his throat as she fell from the trees. The seconds that followed were the worst moments of Cora’s life. The pure horror of what she had just done now became clear. Cora had seen death before, but this time it was different. This time it was the result of her own hands.
Cora was barely conscious as she dug the pit, scraping into the snow with every last ounce of life she had. This is what he truly deserved, what every man deserved. A proper burial.
Thanks for reading! This is my third Moc for Fractured Kingdoms. This build was really fun and challenging to make. I'm really proud of the techniques I came up with and I hope you like it.
Special thanks to @LegoModularFan for all his help. :b
Partial Midjourney render. Post work done with Photoshop.
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Week of regrets – day 6
The crying, the bitching, the whining, the drama…
Too much some times…
and I regret that…
Sometimes I regret that my BJDs are now 100% fantasy which means I don't have a use for normal cute clothes and idiotoc poses. Usually this regret comes when I swear a blue streak while posing the Blythes in poses that are easily achieved with BJDs... but not so much with the bobble heads. Usually followed by more expletives when I edit and see the dollstands are visible as fuck and argh.
But then it usually works out and I'm content to go back to my BJDs in the shrubbery.
Rant aside, have Jemma and Ravenna getting ready to hit the beach with some cute guys the resident guys are all five so no ladies, they are not going with you unsupervised before anyone drowns.
I invited my husband for a nice springwalk. It was our first sunny day in weeks. He denid and locked himselve into his garage and his cars. Oooh, did he regret. When I came home after my walk, I showed him my photo's and told him about the most amazing meeting I had with some special couple, only 10 meters ahead of me. He wept a tear and now clouds are in front of the sun. He returned to his garage, a bit grumpy between his cars. I still feel sunny because of all the great things I've seen and specially because of the couple I met. Thank you for our little talk today you two...
It's hard to beat the view of the summer Milky Way under a clear dark sky. If you've never seen it, make plans to get away from the city to check it out, you won't regret it! The view of the noctilucent clouds was awesome but I think the most beautiful thing that I saw out at the remote observing site was a perfectly dark sky with the Milky Way blazing bright overhead.
The Milky Way (our home galaxy) makes a line across the sky because it's overall shape is a giant disk (100,000 light-years across) thick with stars. Our sun, and therefore our solar system and earth, are embedded in that disk of stars and so when we look out, along the disk, we see a dense band of stars. Our view is partially obstructed by intervening dust which gives the Milky Way it's 'chunky' look.
In this view we see the center of our galaxy just above the horizon. It takes on a yellowish hue because the core of our galaxy (and vicinity) is mostly occupied with older and cooler stars. As you move up, the star clouds take on cooler tones. Here we're looking across the spiral arms of our galaxy. The arms of spiral galaxies are normally home to intense star formation and thus include many young, hot, stars. See my shot of M51 to see an example of this coloring in a distant spiral galaxy. (The radiation from stars, and thus their color, can be roughly modeled as a blackbody. As an object heats up it starts to glow. First red, like an oven, but eventually getting 'white' hot as its peak radiation wavelength moves towards the blue end of the electromagnetic spectrum.)
Anyway, where was I before I started geeking out? Oh yeah, so this panorama covers a large portion of our own galaxy, the Milky Way, but it also includes the Andromeda galaxy, the nearest spiral galaxy to our own. It's located near the upper-left corner in this shot. The Andromeda galaxy is almost edge on from our point-of-view and is located about 2.5 million light-years away. (Think about that for a moment, the light falling on the sensor in the camera has been traveling through the universe, at the speed of light, for 2.5 million years...) The Andromeda galaxy is easily seen with the unaided eye under dark skies, get a star chart and try it sometime!
Technical details:
This image was created with 4 shots using my 11 mm (f/3.5) wide-angle lens. Each shot was 3 minutes long at ISO 1600. The camera was placed on my telescope mount (CGEM) so that the stars would not trail in the images. The field-of-view starts at the South horizon and goes up through the zenith and almost all the way to the North horizon.
A reflection of the day. If I could have seen so clearly ahead of me to all the great walks I remember on those hills I might have prevented the sky falling into a hole before me. The sky scowled in anger, moody clouds in the wings, and me just the wrong side of where I wanted to be, mourning my regret.
I didn't write this but I confess it is mighty similar to some of the nonsense I produce:
Hidden away on a bleak edge of the south west part of the Staffordshire Peak District is Blake Meer, or Black Mere Pool, sometimes known as Blackmere Pond, which, according to local legend has its very own mermaid. It was believed to be a bottomless pool though in more modern times it has been proved otherwise. According to local legend Blake Mere is reputed to be linked to nearby Doxey Pool by a "U" shaped tunnel. Both are a similar height above sea level and maintain similar water levels but one has been shown to be higher than the other and the local geology is not thought to uphold the notion of a tunnel.
Landlocked Blake Mere Pool
What is a mermaid doing in Staffordshire, a landlocked county in England with Blake Mere Pool many miles from the nearest sea? There are legends of other pools with mermaids inhabiting them in the Peak District and other parts of England also miles distant from the sea. Some are said to be linked to the sea by a tunnel which the mermaid traverses at certain times of the year such as Easter. Blake Mere Pool has two very different explanations concerning the origin of its mermaid.
For the love of a sailor!
One account tells how a sailor from Thorncliffe, a nearby town, fell in love with a mermaid he met on one of his voyages and brought her to the pool so that they could both live close together. However he was a mortal and she was an immortal being and the sailor eventually died leaving her in the pool all alone.
She is said to have wept bitterly at his death and pined and pined over many long years for her love. She longed to leave the small, land-locked lake which now seemed like a prison to her and yearned to return to the freedom of the open sea but could not do so because it was so far away. Eventually she grew bitter and angry towards humans and haunted the lake, luring people to their death.
The condemned girl
The other account is more violent and brutal and tells of how a beautiful local girl refused the affections of Joshua Linnet, a local man. Linnet, furious at being spurned falsely accused the girl of witchcraft. She was tried and sentenced to death by drowning in Blake Mere Pool.
As she drowned, with her dying breath she is said to have cursed Linnet. His body was found three days after at the side of the pool with his face bloodied and rent by claw marks. Local legend says that animals will not drink from the pool, or birds fly over, or settle on it, because the girl’s spirit turned into a mermaid and haunts the pool.
Sightings
Many people have claimed to have seen the mermaid. In the 19th century local people tried to drain the pool to see if it was indeed bottomless. They commenced digging a ditch from the southern banks of the lake. Evidence of this can still be seen.
As they were digging the Mermaid is said to have rose menacingly from the lake and frightened them into stopping the work. She warned them she would drown the local towns of Leekfrith and Leek unless they ceased immediately. Terrified they obeyed and returned home.
"Mere-maid" or mermaid?
In the second explanation it may be the spirit is a "mere-maid" rather than a mermaid. It may refer to the girl who was accused of witchcraft and sentenced to death by drowning.
What ever the original explanation it does seem extraordinary that mermaids are reputed to inhabit such pools of water so far from the sea. There are two other pools in the Peak District reputed to be the homes of mermaids, the Mermaid’s Pool, Kinder Scout and Doxey Pool. Like Black Mere Pool they are also said to be connected to the Atlantic Ocean. These are two common traits that are held by other pools in Britain that are reputedly the home of mermaids.
The Mermaid Inn
Nearby the pool is the 17th century Mermaid Inn is a Grade II listed 17th Century Coach Inn that has great traditional and modern facilities with marvellous views of the area. It is about 500 metres or a 10 minute walk to Blake Mere Pool from the inn.
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© 2016 Thousand Word Images by Dustin Abbott
Too often we live with regret because we note moments of beauty in the world around us, but don't slow down long enough to enjoy it. I have moments of regret because the world is full of beauty outside and I'm too busy to stop and enjoy it. Autumn's peak has now passed, but I want to purpose to find moments to enjoy the moments that remain. Take a deep breath today and enjoy the beauty of the moment.
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Illustrates my words:
You came to me this evening
In the shadow of a kiss
I thought that I had lost you
To the early morning mist
You took a humble helping
While I took all I could get
You took my heart and hid it
In the valley of regret
I trembled in your branches
Like a newly opened leaf
I was a shipwrecked sailor
That was waiting for relief
Who sacrificed his body
To the ocean in your debt
And took his final breath inside
The valley of regret
Eclipsed by lust, we reveled in
The irony of youth
I took to magic mirrors
That did not reflect the truth
You took to making altars
To a secret statuette
Who ever would have thought
we’d find the valley of regret?
You damaged me with rainbows.
I ravaged you with rain.
I thought the only way to love
Was through a path of pain
We sang our sappy love songs
As our summer sun was set
Then burnt our angry torches
In the valley of regret
I’m fighting on the battle lines
I’m giving it my best
I probably will die here
But at least I took the test
I’m raging for the glory
And I’m running for the sweat
I’m taking all my chances
In the valley of regret.
**Hope you guys aren't getting too tired of these poem illustrations. As you've probably guessed, I'm trying to assemble a collection, and poems are a really good source of inspiration for me. More outdoor shoots on their way! Before and after available on my blog**
(From the book: "Age doesn't matter, unless you're a cheese".)
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1. Inhale
2. Exhale
3. Repeat
I'm feeling a bit stuck lately. Mostly with my summer job (which I'm starting to regret taking) and mostly with not getting enough sleep. I think I do my job well and for the most part I get good feedback from my coworkers, some others, however feel the need to take every opportunity to try and take the joy out of my job. I'm trying to breathe and just count the days down until I don't have to worry about it anymore.
This was going to be my entry into The Teleidoscope's theme of Words but I have another idea I'm going to try out.
*exhale*