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Judgement was solemnly passed...
''You are not from these lands and have been found guilty of terrorising and killing the local wildlife''
''How do you plead?''
The evidence was overwhelming and the Mink knew it...
''Guilty your honour''
''Then you shall be sentenced to death by metal trap., have you anything to say?''
''Yes I do'' said the Mink
There was a stunned silence in the courtroom., what could the Mink possibly say?
''Respectfully., it's you who are guilty of of putting me here in these lands., all I do is what comes naturally to me.. What do you expect me to do? Starve to death?''
The judge stopped to think for a moment...
''Well I think we'll just ignore all of that., the truth can be a bit inconvenient at times and there's no point in complicating things...
Put him in the metal trap and kill him anyway''
''Next case?''
''Red Squirrel complaining about being evicted by imported Grey Squirrels your honour''
What a difference a Year Makes
This was December 2019 , commuting in the dark and seeing the dawn rising . as the LUAS tram passed over the M50 motorway. I have been Working From Home . since late February , this year has gone in a blur of unexpected events and lots and lots of isolation. I don't know how I feel about commuting anymore. It seems like something from a bizarre Sci-fi film now :)
We are good at adapting !
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The sentence "Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose." was written by Gertrude Stein as part of the 1913 poem Sacred Emily, which appeared in the 1922 book Geography and Plays.
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It was built in a strategic location in the middle of the Netherlands, where the Maas and Waal rivers come together (just west of current day villages Poederoijen and Brakel, in the municipality of Zaltbommel, in Gelderland). At first it was a simple square brick building, used to charge toll from trading vessels using the rivers. In the 16th century (around 1575, orders given by William the Silent) it was expanded to a larger fortress surrounded by earthen fortifications with two (later three) stone bastions on the northern side, two moats, an arsenal, and housing for a commander and soldiers.
It changed hands twice between the Northern Dutch and the Spanish (December 9, 1570 it was taken by the Geuzen, ten days later Spanish again, and from June 25, 1572 Dutch till this day), the warring parties of the day. The castle soon (from 1619) became a prison for political prisoners. One famous inmate was the eminent lawyer, poet and politician Hugo de Groot (Hugo Grotius) often presented as the "father of modern international law", who was serving a controversially imposed life sentence from 1619. In 1621 Hugo de Groot managed to pull off a daring escape in a book chest. The idea for this escape came from his wife Maria van Reigersberg (also living in the castle). He subsequently became the Swedish Ambassador to France for 10 years. Another high profile inmate was the English Vice-Admiral George Ayscue.
Turning the pages a sentence caught her eyes. “A dream is a wish your heart makes”. Perhaps there was truth in those words. She had dreamed of a different life. A life with love. Surprising and unexpected love came. Time had been tough and lonely, she thought. The change was most welcoming and very invigorating.
She had felt so happy. He was a kind and charming man. Rapidly her love for him grew stronger. Every day she had longed for him like A DRIED OUT FLOWER. She had needed him like a flower needs water. So easily he had filled her heart and soul with love, hopes and dreams. She hesitated. Stop! Don't start winding yourself up. He's gone, she reminded herself. As unexpected as he came.
Her eyes brimmed with tears as she sadly realized, that she had never found the true path to his heart. Now she knew, there was no need for searching any longer. He would remain an utterly priceless treasure. In time, she hoped, the memory would be without pain. I miss you, she sighed. No, I've to forget about him, she muttered. Still she could feel him and the bond between them. She wished it would be different, but he would always be a part of her, unfortunately she knew that for a fact. Perhaps it was time for new dreams.
Just for fun -- seeing the line up of flowers in various stages seem to form a sentence using different 'words' and 'punctuation marks'!
I've no idea what these flowers are, but they were suspended from an arch trellis and made a beautiful display.
The stripes may mark him as the prisoner, yet the weight rests on her shoulders. His smoke drifts free into the night, while she sits bound by silence. On the steps of the Cathedral, the roles of captive and keeper quietly reverse. Shot in Cologne, Germany with a Leica M11 Mono and Summilux 50mm.
This sentence is made of lead (and a sentence of lead gives a reader an entirely different sensation from one made of magnesium).
This sentence is made of yak wool.
This sentence glows in the dark.
This sentence was born with a caul.
This sentence once spit in a book reviewer's eye.
This sentence suffered a split infinitive - and survived.
This sentence leaks.
Tom Robbins
I wandered through southern North Dakota this past July, and mostly on dirt roads. I came across this farmstead and hay bale somewhere along the way.
It's long been abandoned and sits upon this little rise overlooking the plains as it did a century ago.
On some trips, I'll have a list of abandoned homes and such places, but on this one, I was mostly focused upon cemeteries and just seeing what there was to see.
I was happy to come across this little scene on an already pretty lovely morning.
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'Every Sentence Raised'
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Condamné à passer un hiver très rude
Encore un panneau stop détourné,devant des arbres enneigés se découpant sur les belles façades colorées derrière la mairie de la Croix-rousse
Doing time inside all week long at the job, now sentenced to see this beautiful sky while traveling home....I don't know about these travelers but I can handle this type of sentence just fine:)
Once this red line appears on the tree, it is sentenced to be cut down. Those ashes are attacked by caterpillar of chine. And to try to save other trees, infected one are cut.
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"And since our prison is
A land whose only horizon
Is a desert
A desert
And since we must suffer standing up
To survive here only on our knees
In the dust
Since love
Is unattainable, one day
And the dream too heavy
To be free one day
But may God forgive me
If being only a man
Is my maximum sentence
And since our calls are lost
And our sky remains without light
And without a gaze
Wherever we look
Even if believing is only a recourse
Before the little hope that surrounds us
That leads us astray
Since love
Is unattainable, one day
And the dream too heavy
To be free one day
But may God forgive me
If being only a man
Is my maximum sentence
Oh, oh
Maximum
But why kneel?
For whom would I want to live standing up?
Since love
Is unattainable, one day
And the dream too heavy
To be free one day
But may God forgive me
If being only a man
Is my greatest sorrow
But may God forgive me
If being only a man
Is my greatest sorrow
Oh, oh, greatest
Is my greatest sorrow "