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When we kiss my heart's on fire
Burning with a strange desire
And I know, each time I kiss you
That your heart's on fire too
So, my darling, please surrender
All your love so warm and tender
Let me hold you in my arms, dear
While the moon shines bright above,
Makeup and styling by Kelayla
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7 May 19
Surrender, a word that we don't understand
How are we to get ahead when we have empty hands?
We fight for what will fade
We cling to that from which we're saved
And soon we'll wake to find
We've naught but fists of sand
What good is the whole world
If you've no soul?
~Cool Hand Luke
I just adore their lyrics. Oh how they make me think!
On another note - yeah....winter sucks. Maybe it's still fall where you are....not here.
Made Explore #398
"Sometimes what seems like surrender isn't surrender at all. It's about what's going on in our hearts. About seeing clearly the way life is and accepting it and being true to it, whatever the pain, because the pain of not being true to it is far, far greater."
- Nicholas Evans, The Horse Whisperer
- Lao Tzu.
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Recently during the thanksgiving weekend, we decided to head to San Diego and see if we could get some nice sunset shots. I have heard and read so much about sunset cliffs that we decided to head there and after sitting in LA traffic for about 3 hours we finally reached just after the sun went down. The location itself was nothing spectacular especially if you compare it to more dramatic coastlines of Big Sur or Oregon. Bu t what was interesting was the cloud formations in the sky and the small puddles on the shore that work as nice for ground interests. Here is one of the shots I made there hope y'all like it. Thanks for visiting.
Every now and then you find a scene that you know will be perfect in a classic black & white. This was the case when I discovered Bondleigh Hall ruins for the first time on Friday.
The white flag of surrender flying on top of Dollar Law in the border hills. Brrrr it was very cold that day thats for sure. This unusual "icy flag" stuck to an old rotten fence post caught my eye on a walk in the southern uplands.
The third building on the site and dating from 1841, A lead smelting mill on the moors between Arkengarthdale and Swaledale. Production was moved to other smelters in 1880.
Immersing myself in the veiled mysteries of the Serra do Corvo Branco, the largest rock-cut in Brazil nestled in Serra Catarinense, I found a world beyond the tangible. The fog enveloped everything, casting a spell of mystique over the landscape. Towering trees stood shrouded in mist, their enormity humbled. The vegetation came alive, every leaf and twig adorned with dew drops like glittering ornaments. Pines bore the weight of the water, their resilience echoing in the silence.
Vehicles appeared like phantom ships drifting down the foggy slopes, dwarfed by the majesty of the Serra. Small figures wandered, engulfed in the ethereal landscape – their insignificance amidst nature's grandeur was a lovely sight. Amid them, a woman, a fellow photographer, seeking to capture the elusive beauty of this world, just as I was.
The scene before my eyes was a testament to nature's unending surprises. The fog would surrender to the snow the next day, but I couldn't witness that transformation. What I did capture, however, were these fleeting moments before the snowfall, the calm before the storm.
This was one of Brazil's coldest days, but the chill in the air did not dampen my spirits. Instead, it amplified the experience, etching it in my memory. I hope these photographs do justice to that unforgettable day at Serra do Corvo Branco – a day that will always resonate in my heart.
Lord to You I surrender my everything....
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When we kiss my heart's on fire
Burning with a strange desire
And I know, each time I kiss you
That your heart's on fire too
So, my darling, please surrender
All your love so warm and tender
Let me hold you in my arms, dear
While the moon shines bright above
Photo & styling by Cindy
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1 Jun 15
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I was busy with the grand-children today so am posting this very late. Enjoy your day and thanks for visiting.