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Today Human Resources Asked Me How I View Lesbian Relationships.

 

Apparently "in FULL HD" Wasn't The Right Answer.

Trên tất cả, em muốn nói rằng, nếu em được chọn lựa, em sẽ chọn anh và tình yêu của chúng ta. Chứ không chọn cuộc sống này. Là một thần tượng, thực sự cô đơn và mệt mỏi. Em muốn được là em. Bình yên và tự do.

إن المراجعة و النقد الذاتي يسببان آلاماً ... ولكنهما يمثلان الخطوة الأولى على طريق إيقاف التدهور

  

Juxaposition or People and Posters

This is a collection of Graffiti or Posters, some with, some without ‘The Human Being’. I have photographed over a long period of time. There is also some awesome graffiti out there and all I have done is to record it. To the artists I take my hat off to you and have much regret when your work is vandalised. To the poster makers and poster stickers, keep up the good work. To the people, all I say is, just keep on moving around.

 

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p/s: con bò k liên qan:-L

It seems the name of Suriname derives from a native people, the Surinen, who were driven out of the coastal areas of the Guyanas in the late fourteenth and fifteenth century by agressive Caribs and Arawaks. They disappeared into the forests...

No peaceful coexistence then and certainly even less when Europeans and their murderous slavery settled here.

Nothing like what we see here on this False Buttonwood, Borreria verticillata: a Honeybee - no doubt its forebears were imported here from Europe in the nineteenth century - and a probably native Pompilid Wasp. Both foraging for nectar on that flowerhead with lots of little white flowers.

Staying in a pleasant hotel with manicured lawns, I strayed out anyway to the edges of the riverine mangroves and moco-mocos where vegetation was wild. I got a regretably fuzzy photo of a giant lizard of perhaps 1.25 metres long catching a big rat for lunch. But the insects such as the ones in this photo were more delightful for my Sony's appetite! And just look at Bee's tongue!

 

PS Still belaboring the internet. Sorry.

30-Day Song Challenge.

Day 28: A song that makes you feel guilty.

youtu.be/CBD6Mx8bAT4

 

Took me a while to decide on a song for this theme. I about switched it three times. lol My main issue was.. what exactly am I guilty of? I don't regret much really because I believe everything is a lesson learned. But I do feel it deeply when, with my stupidity, I end up breaking someone's heart. Words, actions, thoughts you have out loud.. who's never hurt anyone at some point? Forgiving yourself is hard daily effort though. I'm still working on it.

 

Photo taken at: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Firestorm%20Ghost%20Town/1...

Acrylic on canvas, It doesn't look like one of mine, from a strange time, some sort of mask.>

Nathan Hale, the state hero of Connecticut, was captured and executed by the British for spying during the Revolutionary War. He was remarkably eloquent before being hung, famously saying "I only regret that I have but one life to give my country."

 

An idealized bronze statue commissioned from Bela Lyon Pratt in 1913 stands in front of Connecticut Hall, where he lived when he was a student at Yale.

 

“How I wish I was like the water,

Flowing so freely with every drop

Let my every emotion wonder,

No need to start, nor even stop

How I wish I was like the fire,

Burning with every flame up

Leaving a trace of hot desire

As a Phoenix raises its' wings up

How I wish I was like the earth,

Raising each flower from the ground

Seeing the beauty of death and birth

And then returning to the ground

How I wish I was like the wind,

Hearing each whisper, sound and thought

A lonesome and wandering little wind,

Shattering all that has been sought

Oh, how I wish I was where you are,

Not separated by empty space, so far

It seems like we're galaxies apart,

But we find hope within our heart

And how I wish I was all of the above,

So I can come below and yet forget,

The beauty of angels which come down like a dove

And demons who love with no regret.”

 

Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache

Precious winter light

Submits to dark’s long shadows

Retreats in inches

 

{ A poem by Christine }

This is a quick study of drawing birds on Fabriano paper in which I decided to use charcoal & graphite. Charcoal powder is diluted for the background.

 

I'm actually hoping to convey that sort of "danger" #ClimateChange could cause through this image...I think if we humans won't believe and actually listen to scientists perhaps animals could give us a "warning" of the truth behind what is inevitable...

 

for Close-Up & details=> www.saatchiart.com/art/Drawing-REGRET/980307/6321021/view

Kamera: Ondu 6x6 Mk III Rise

Film: Ilford SFX 200 + Red Filter

Kjemi: Rodinal (Stand 1:100 / 60 min. @ 20°C)

 

No cropping, no post-processing, film has not been pushed or pulled. No alterations, no bullshit.

 

Karuna Films LTD: Doing Time Doing Vipassana (1997)

 

- Meditate, Cunda, do not delay, lest you later regret it.

 

Sallekha Sutta

Hommage à Barbara - Angelina Wismes reprend "Nantes"

 

********* youtu.be/HQmIcLzfhaQ ********

  

Nantes

 

It's raining in nantes

Give me your and

Nantes' sky

Makes my heart grieve

 

A morning like this one

It's only a year again

The town had this dyed pale look

When I leave for the train station

Nantes again did not know me

I had never come there

It had needed this message

Because I'm going on a journey

 

"Madame, go to the rendez-vous point

At the intersection of 25th street and Grange-au-Loup

Go quickly, there is little hope

He asked to see you."

 

At the time of her last hour

After truly years of wandering

He re-found me with a full heart

His cry broke the silence

Since he had good

For a long time, I had hoped

For this wanderer, this disappered

Here! he had re-found me

 

The intersection of 25th Street with Grange-au-Loup

I remember the rendez-vous

And I engraved it in my memory

This room at the end of a corridor

 

Sat near to a chimney

I saw four men get up

The light was cold and white

They wore their Sunday best

I didn't ask any questions

To these strange companions

I said nothing, but from their looks,

I understood that it was too late

 

Though I was at the rendez-vous

The intersection of 25th Street with Grange-au-Loup

But he never returned to me

He had again disappeared

 

Here, you know the story

He had returned one evening

And this was his last journey

And this was his last shore

He wanted before to die

To re-warm himself with my laugh

But he died on the same night

Without a goodbye, without an 'I love you"

 

On the path which follows the sea

He sat in the garden of stones

I want the tranquility, he rests

I slept there among the roses

My father, my father

 

It's raining in Nantes

And I remember

Nantes' sky

Makes my heart grieve

 

Hommage à Barbara - Angelina Wismes

I always regretted the fact that OK Motor Services (or OK Travel to use its later trading name) never acquired any Volvo-Ailsas. Had it bought any new then it would most likely have had them bodied by Northern Counties of Wigan, as it did for its long-wheelbase Leyland Atlanteans and solitary Dennis Dominator.

 

This image depicts a Northern Counties-bodied Ailsa in the final, simplified OK Travel livery. It was in fact the style that had preceded the 'stripey' version but without the black edgings between the colours. Like all the OK liveries it looked extremely smart when clean, although sadly standards of turnout fell towards the end.

 

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A fall from grace.

 

To get prints please follow the link: www.redbubble.com/people/hfoster/art/4717714-1-regret

Thank you to night-fate-stock, sol-stock, al-stock for some beautiful images.

Summer 2018, London, England, UK

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...

PDX - 2017

 

Hasselblad 500cm

Fuji Provia 100

 

www.christophersoukup.com

 

Instagram

aka 'Hillbilly Rocket Fuel'

 

I mean, really what else is there to add. And no, not a joke...

 

I chugged one, all 24 oz. of it, straight down. For science. Yeah, science, that's it.

self-portrait

 

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"Les enfants peuvent nous apprendre à profiter du temps qui passe plutôt que de regretter le temps qu'il fait."

Christine Collange

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

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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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regreting being impulsive, sometimes..

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