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When I look at this basket bubbling over with a mixture of red raspberries, yellow raspberries (such a treat, they're slightly sweeter than their red cousins), and luscious blackberries, the words from (and title of) a great 1970s song by the Canadian band Trooper spring to mind: "We're here for a good time, not a long time."
That tune has always been one that I strongly associate with summer, and while the first line of the chorus wasn't likely penned about berries (but instead life itself), there's something about it that seems so true of berries, too. They're not meant to hang around forever, but instead to impart as much fun as they can into your meals during the short time they're living in your kitchen :-)
This heartwarming image beautifully captures the innocence and joy of childhood. The two children—presumably siblings—are engrossed in their shared moment, taking a selfie together. The girl's beaming smile contrasts with her brother’s focused expression, creating a perfect balance of emotion capturing the pure, unfiltered bond between a brother and sister in an everyday setting. It’s a candid moment of connection, made universal through its relatability.
I relive those memories over & over again in my mind… South Italy or Sicily… I can almost feel soft, salty sea water covering my feet, and thighs, then moving up to my neck… That feeling. That Italian ethereal heaven 💙♥️
A torii is a traditional Japanese gate found at the entrance of the shrine. It marks the transition from mundane to sacred.
Sometimes it just takes a text message/SMS on a phone to make people happy... I was looking for a grungy paparazzi effect on this shot.
Broccoli Portrait
A dramatic close-up of fresh broccoli, lit to reveal its textures and vibrant green color. Playing with contrast and shadows to celebrate the cute vegetable in a classic still-life style.
Shot with strong directional light against a black background for a moody, minimalist look.
And it doesn't matter… it doesn't matter if we are fourteen, sixteen, twenty-three, forty, fifty… doesn't matter… even as we change as seasons change… even when the color turns black & white… our architecture inside us doesn't change. We are the same youth yearning for the same things as decades ago.
How to be Happy — Excerpt The Conquest of Happiness
(1930) often cited as one of Bertrand Russell's most accessible and favorite books.
"Whatever we may wish to think, we are creatures of Earth, our life is part of the life of the Earth; and we draw our nourishment from it just as the plants and animals do. The rhythm of Earth life is slow; autumn and winter are as essential to it as spring and summer, and rest is as essential as motion. To the child, even more than to the man, it is necessary to preserve some contact with the ebb and flow of terrestrial life. The human body has been adapted through the ages to this rhythm, and religion has embodied something of it in the festival of Easter.
have seen a boy of two years old, who had been kept in London, taken out for the first time to walk in green country. The season was winter, and everything was wet and muddy. To the adult eye there was nothing to cause delight, but in the boy there sprang up a strange ecstasy; he kneeled in the wet ground and put his face in the grass, and gave utterance to half-articulate cries of delight. The joy that he was experiencing was primitive, simple and massive. The organic need that was being satisfied is so profound that those in whom it is starved are seldom completely sane.
Many pleasures, of which we may take gambling and drink as a good examples, have in them no element of this contact with Earth. Such pleasures, in the instant when they cease, leave a man feeling dusty and dissatisfied, hungry for he knows not what. Such pleasures bring nothing that can truly be called joy.
Those, on the other hand, that bring us into contact with the life of the Earth have something in them profoundly satisfying; when they cease, the happiness that they have brought remains, although their intensity while they existed may have been less than that of more exciting dissipations.
The two-year-old boy whom I spoke of a moment ago displayed the most primitive possible form of union with the life of Earth. But in a higher form the same thing is to be found in poetry. What makes Shakespeare's lyrics supreme is that they are filled with this same joy that made the two-year-old embrace the grass. Consider
"Hark, hark, the lark", or "Come unto these yellow sands"; you will find in these poems the civilized expression of the same emotion that in our two-year-old could only find utterance in inarticulate cries.
Or, again, consider the difference between love and mere sex attraction. Love is an experience in which our whole being is renewed and refreshed as is that of plants by rain after drought. In sex intercourse without love there is nothing of this. When the momentary pleasure is ended, there is fatigue, disgust, and a sense that life is hollow.
Love is part of the life of Earth; sex without love is not.
The special kind of boredom from which modern urban populations suffer is intimately bound up with their separation from the life of Earth. It makes life hot and dusty and thirsty, like a pilgrimage in the desert. A happy life must be to a great extent a quiet life, for it is only in an atmosphere of quiet that true joy can live."
— Bertrand Russell, The Conquest of Happiness
Hi my dear Flickr friends, joyful midst of the holiday season wishes to each of you! Let me just begin by saying I've been bowled over by the incredibly creativity, beautiful and inspiring subjects that so many of you have been photographing this month. Thank you for this, fellow Flickrites, my Christmas season has been made all the more bright and merry by your delightfully wonderful work.
As 2010 sneaks in it's last tiny handful of days, I thought it would be a good idea to try and upload some of the photos from this past collective of twelve months that I haven't shared with you yet (starting today and hopefully throughout this week), so that I can head into 2011 with less of a backlog and more time to concentrate on capturing new images.
On that note, this afternoon's uploads are more photos from a day last summer that I spent photographing a pretty (and rather tasty!) assortment of blackberries and both red and white raspberries. As we sit here in the frosty depth of late December, these sun-kissed still life shots are serving as a wonderful reminder of summer's beauty and helping making the freezing temps outside a whole lot easy to bear! :)
Pasta with cheese, garlic & tomatoes is one of my favorite foods. I would also add fresh bread to this mix. While I do hear often that I can eat absolutely anything & everything nothing can be further from the truth (that ship has sailed after 18th bday). I don’t gain weight I explode especially my face & cheeks, but then again being an absolute food addict I indulge, and then spend hrs & hrs walking & exercising. I should call Italian embassy and explain to them that I’m almost Italian citizen, they should see how many Italian stamps I have in my passport ... maybe they will let me in !!!
The tree frogs like to hang out at my swimming pool every year. This one looks like he's smiling and posing for the camera. He make me smile every time I look at this photo!
Espoo, Finland. Easter 2025.
The frost is gone, and with it returns the rhythm of play. Spring tiptoes in quietly, sunlight on grass, ball against net, the neighborhood waking up again.
Thank you to everyone who comments or favorites; it is always appreciated!
I took a photo of this quirky graffiti on an alley wall. The red-painted brick contrasts sharply with the white paint above. The playful message, "Hi Dummy," with a heart, adds a touch of humor and humanity to the urban landscape. This simple, unexpected moment of street art reminds us to find joy and connection in the most unlikely places.
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Victoria Fisherman's Wharf is one of the attractions my friend recommended coming. My first impression was: Hmmm, this is like a mini Granville Island. And Indeed, both places share a lot of similarities.
Victoria Fisherman's Wharf is pretty much a floating pier with many shops and food vendors. You can also take sea buses to different locations in Downtown Victoria. As you walk deeper, you will also enter the residential side of the Fisherman's Wharf. One of my favorite moments here was the kid enjoying his ice-cream after his mom allowing him to "finish" it. His face certainly says it all :)
Location: Victoria, BC (Victoria Fisherman's Wharf)
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Hi my dear Flickr friends, joyful midst of the holiday season wishes to each of you! Let me just begin by saying I've been bowled over by the incredibly creativity, beautiful and inspiring subjects that so many of you have been photographing this month. Thank you for this, fellow Flickrites, my Christmas season has been made all the more bright and merry by your delightfully wonderful work.
As 2010 sneaks in it's last tiny handful of days, I thought it would be a good idea to try and upload some of the photos from this past collective of twelve months that I haven't shared with you yet (starting today and hopefully throughout this week), so that I can head into 2011 with less of a backlog and more time to concentrate on capturing new images.
On that note, this afternoon's uploads are more photos from a day last summer that I spent photographing a pretty (and rather tasty!) assortment of blackberries and both red and white raspberries. As we sit here in the frosty depth of late December, these sun-kissed still life shots are serving as a wonderful reminder of summer's beauty and helping making the freezing temps outside a whole lot easy to bear! :)
The essence of life is not in the great victories and grand failures,
but in the simple joys.
~ Jonathan Lockwood Huie
After its little portrait session yesterday, this broccoli’s getting ready for the real work! 💦
A good rinse to keep it fresh and clean before cooking. Love catching these everyday kitchen moments.
Life sucks. . . It does. . . We all (the majority) have our share of heartbreaks. . . And I have my share. . . And I wake up with them every day as new. . . But it’s also beautiful & unique & there are so many things to enjoy & appreciate! Every day when I walk outside and breathe in the air, it’s like another miracle just occurred. . . Maybe some give that feeling the fancy name “meditation” I call this feeling happiness! That’s what happiness is because it’s not always available to everyone.
"None of us are getting out of here alive, so stop treating yourself like an after thought. Eat the delicious food. Walk in the sunshine. Jump in the ocean. Say the truth that you're carrying in your heart like hidden treasure. Be silly. Be kind. Be weird. There's no time for anything else." - Richard Gere
Basically live your life the Italian way ;)
Alors que le soleil provençal disparaît sous l’horizon, la silhouette des poignées d’un vélo encadre les teintes éclatantes du crépuscule. Cette image, avec son jeu d’ombres et de lumière dorée, évoque un sentiment de liberté et de nostalgie. C’est un moment paisible qui reflète les joies simples de la vie rurale en Provence, où le temps ralentit et où chaque détail de la journée déclinante devient profond.
As the Provençal sun dips below the horizon, the silhouette of a bicycle's handlebars frames the radiant hues of twilight. This image, with its interplay of shadows and glowing light, evokes a sense of freedom and nostalgia. It's a quiet moment, reflecting the simple joys of rural life in Provence, where time slows down, and every detail of the fading day feels profound.
The first time I saw pretty pastel chalks was when I encountered the lovely stream of
Natalie French. Her simplicity in her photography and the tone are so soothing and pretty.
Then I saw another version of pretty pastel chalk by the creative Laura Ruth. Her whimsy style totally caught my eyes.
So I had to try it because I never knew chalks could look that pretty. :)
Here's my version. Happy Monday lovely peeps.
Spring. Nature. Birth. Rebirth. I always think about time. Two hundred & two years ago when Walt Whitman was born - such a long time ago for us and almost nothing for the time of the earth. And I touched the soil. And I can almost imagine & see his mother getting ready to give birth or when he was two years old running around on the green grass and smelling lilacs. Someone said to me that he doesn’t understand his poetry. My reply in exact words was “you don’t have understand his way or writing. all he was trying to say life is beautiful & magic, regardless of what happens.” ♥️
I’m tired of hatred, negativity, judgment, of bottled up feelings, of useless noise when there’s so much beauty & reasons to love ... including WW’s heart & poetry