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Solid walls adorned with barbed wire, electric wire, surveillance cameras…a common sight in my hometown Windhoek. (High crime rate)
For Wednesday Walls
Have a happy day, everyone!
Various ropes, hooks and chains are needed to secure the large ships in our harbour... a little close uo look
The motion of the dragonfly caught my eye as I was driving near my starting point on Old Port Isabel Road in Brownsville, Texas. Amazing how those tiny silk threads held it securely despite its vigorous thrashing.
At Pillar Point Harbor, just north of Half Moon Bay, California.
Kind of strange lighting that day made for some interesting shooting conditions, and cool B&W shots.
Crazy Tuesday - Keys
Looked for a key with a bit of a 'different' cut out....... found this one that is used to secure the tow-hitch on a caravan - I did learn something when trying to photograph in an interesting position.......because it is metal it could stand 'on end' on my 'magnetic' tablet cover......who knew !!!
So just to make it a little more interesting, it stood proud in front of a bottle of cherryade!!
Taken for this weeks creative photography thread at The World through My Eyes
I used the painting with light technique ( a long exposure in the dark with the subject illuminated by a flashlight) to achieve the dramatic lighting.
The key is a huge one that my husband "acquired" as a child from a convent that was being demolished.
I recently visited the Southward Motor Museum near Wellington and very handily, I just happened to have the big Pentax on board so decided to see what different shots I could get from my previous visits here.
1935 MG R Type
© Dominic Scott 2022
Whatever this man is carrying on his homemade cart he's certainly making sure it's tied securely. Bacolod City
Philippines.
Despite being held securely in this black skimmer's bill, this fish sure looks a little worried about its flight. Or maybe the fish has some other issues. :-)
Probably have to view large to see the "expression" of the fish.
A local fishing boat has secured its catch with a trail of seagulls following it. A spotlight from the sun makes it all "pop".
Along the coast is the "Incomputa", an unfinished road open to pedestrians and joggers. The steep coast is secured with heavy wire nets. Before that the road was rockfall endangered. This rock must have fallen into the sea a long time ago.
Mum is making sure that this Welcome Swallow youngster eats his lunch.
Photographed in the Royal Botanic Gardens in Cranbourne using The Ephemeral Lake as background.
Little Pied Cormorant
Busy day at the old pier. All the best spots were taken. This one came in looking to secure a spare space.
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Repost:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ROa3TC6_WxE - "Dervish Dance," David Parsons & Mark Parsons
A storm is coming.
"I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms." -John Geddes
I love storms, violent weather, fierce and bold. I have since before I can remember. My mother told me that before I could walk, I would crawl to the window as quickly as I could upon the first crackle of lighting across a darkened, stormy sky. I would pull myself up on shaky legs, pull aside the curtains, and just watch, mouth open and eyes in wonder.
With each clap of thunder, each bolt of lighting and each slash of rain across the window, I would smile, bounce up and down on wobbly, little legs, point a tiny finger at the heavens and coo and speak in baby jabberwocky talk.
She said at first she feared for my safety, and would pull me away from the windows. But I would howl and cry and struggle to get back when she did. Eventually, she said, she recognized I was safe and secure as storms held no danger for me; that I was at home with them and seemed to feel particularly alive in their embrace.
She, however, would retreat to her chair in the closet to read, smoke cigarettes and just ride them out (she still did this until she could no longer get out of bed. Even when she was 80, when a storm blew in I'd call and say,
"Mom, you in the closet?"
"Damn right, you know I am," she'd reply with a smile in her voice).
Dad would sit in his chair, smoking his pipe, and read the paper as if nothing was happening, while I was free to go to the window, or out on the porch as I got older, and be one with the storm.
I have been ever since.
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky." - Rabindranath Tagore
"Nature is impersonal, awe-inspiring, elegant, eternal. It's geometrically perfect. It's tiny and gigantic. You can travel far to be in a beautiful natural setting, or you can observe it in your backyard - or, in my case, in the trees lining City sidewalks, or in the clouds above skyscrapers." - Gretchen Rubin
“To make myself understood and to diminish the distance between us, I called out: “I am an evening cloud too.” They stopped still, evidently taking a good look at me. Then they stretched towards me their fine, transparent, rosy wings. That is how evening clouds greet each other. They had recognized me.” - Rainer Maria Rilke, Stories of God
"Forests, lakes, and rivers, clouds and winds, stars and flowers, stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes - every form of animate or inanimate existence, leaves its impress upon the soul." - Orison Swett Marden
Calumet Park, at the far end of Chicago, looking up at the southern end of Lake Michigan.
Image Taken at maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Angel%20of%20Pain/60/124/4000
THE SILENCE OF SOLITUDE
In the silence of my solitude my mind is free to dream,
To contemplate the things that were, that are, and those that might have been.
While a life yet still to come which I have never seen seems tentative at best
Stirring up a future hope from which I never rest.
For memory is part of life and dreams of future speak,
But in the now my soul resides in a body strong and weak.
In my body works the weakest frailty of men and it may lay me low
To steal away the freedom we call life as we daily come and go.
When we do and say the things that make us what we are
Naked truth in action, unblemished or with scar.
Where we seek the touch of love's forgiving soft caress
The refuge of all lives set free of loneliness.
My mind can see so clearly in the still and rest of peace
The many deeds of men that daily never cease,
The good, the bad, the selfish and societal conformed.
But I must contemplate my life since the day that I was born.
For I am far from blameless in so many varied ways,
And shall be ever still until my dying days.
Even in my solitude with secrets I don't share
I need to know that somewhere close there's someone who does care.
I crave to feel that comfort of someone holding hands
Secure within the knowledge that there's nought I can't withstand.
Grateful for the one who sees me in my need, for we are all the same
When finally The Reaper comes to make his mournful claim.
Here in the silence of my solitude, my refuge and tormentor,
I must face myself alone without a friend or mentor.
No one can hear the words or set my spirit free,
No one can share the happiness no one but me, but me.
And shall I ever be allowed to open up my soul?
Perhaps I will upon the day that we are all made whole.
Here in my solitude I know love, anger and loss
As I draw from my wells of joy, and resent my failure's cost.
Reflection, fulfilment, and memories reside for me
Here in my safe place where unspoken words fly free.
And I must wait until the end of time for me
To know the sense of what it was to live reality.
Reginald Reid