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The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck. Ralph Waldo Emerson
*happy bokeh wednesday*
Pull the strings and make the tunes of your life by your own.
(anoop raghav)
Weekly Theme Challenge - Musical Instruments
Looking close... on Friday! - Musical Instruments
(photo by Freya)
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by John Cordeaux Delpiaz | “Adversity is like a strong wind. I don't mean just that it holds us back from places we might otherwise go. It also tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that afterward we see ourselves as we really are, and not merely as we might like to be.” ― Arthur Golden
For you...
The common bleeding heart (Lamprocapnos spectabilis; formerly Dicentra spectabilis) got its name for its pillow-like, heart-shaped flower that dangles like a single pendulous drop
Here's another exploration in glass looking for caustic patterns. Forces in life are strings pulling us and shaping us into what we are becoming every day. www.graveyardworker.com/
Headed outside the moment I noticed the fog and dew!
Sorry I've not commented recently. I've long battled occasional depression. But the fog cured me this morning. So much so that I didn't wait to don appropriate clothing.
Slight crop only. Too dark? The used 60mm micro lens I purchased from www.lensrental.com after testing for several weeks can focus so closely that I almost touched the lens to the webs. So fun in the moment.
Thanks for looking.
Doesn’t it feel like it’s over? I grew up with the seasonal change in my life and I learned over the time that that part is so deeply rooted in me that I can’t live without it. I really enjoy every change to the fullest. Having said that I don’t think that I ever enjoyed winter as much as I enjoyed this one. It was the coldest one but it was great. I think that now is safe to say that it’s time for that change again. What do you think?
There are chords in the human heart- strange, varying strings- which are only struck by accident; which will remain mute and senseless to appeals the most passionate and earnest, and respond at last to the slightest casual touch.
- Charles Dickens
Again, the Puente del Alamillo in Sevilla, this time I was standing on it (here from the side: flic.kr/p/2hxTM25).
The light conditions were quite sub-optimal for this kind of shot, that's why there is almost no contrast in the left part of the strings.