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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.
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.
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.
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...
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
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.
Hommage à Barbara - Angelina Wismes reprend "Nantes"
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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.
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...
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
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