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in yoga class, after holding a series of poses, i enjoy the surrender to the ground; surrender to the earth. sometimes that's exactly what we need: surrender instead of fight.
[23:52, on the ground]
Soundtrack // Bande-son: WILL SAMSON ("Night Canyon"); www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ihKnoi_90M
"What will be will be... SURRENDER... RELEASE..."
"Constance (en allemand : Konstanz) est une ville d'Allemagne, située dans le sud du Land de Bade-Wurtemberg. Il s'agit de la plus grande ville au bord du lac de Constance (ou BODENSEE)." (Wikipédia)
Yourself to your Self
Finding out who that is
(How that is)
And being more and more of that with every passing moment
Learning
to
Live her/Love her
When she is brilliant
and
When she is (so much) less than that.
When she is Spring and when she is Winter
White flower - Barb wire
Grassy meadow - Muddy feet
Quiet whisper - Venom tongue
Gentle touch - Razor cut.
The possible soundtrack to the process:
or
Site of 2 Forts that were important to early American history :
Fort Bowyer was constructed by the U.S. Army during 1813 to guard against possible British attack. This small log and sand fortification was attack twice by the British during the War of 1812. The first attack made by four British warships and a combine force of British Royal Marines and Creek Indians came on September 15, 1814. The ensuing battle was total American victory. One warship, the H.M.S. Hermes was sunk and the marines and Creek Indians were forced to withdraw. During a second battle which took place during early February 1815, a combine British land and naval force forced the vastly outnumbered American troops to surrender the fort. By the terms of the treaty that ended the War of 1812, the British had to return Fort Bowyer to the United States. Fort Bowyer defended Mobile Point until the early 1820's.
Fort Morgan was seized by troops of the State of Alabama on January 4, 1861. Turned over to the Confederate Army in March of 1861, the fort served as the first line of defense for the city of Mobile and provided protection for blockade runners entering Mobile Bay. On the morning of August 5, 1864, Union naval forces fought their way past the Fort Morgan and defeated a Confederate naval squadron which included the C.S.S. Tennessee, one of the most powerful ironclads constructed in the South during the war. Union land forces commenced siege operations against Fort Morgan on August 9th. On the morning of August 22nd, Union artillery began one of the most intense bombardments of a single fort recorded during the Civil War. The Confederate's losses were 17 men killed. The Confederate garrison's 581 men were forced to surrender the next morning.
Sucker Brook, Adirondacks, NY. I've never really believed in love at first sight. Yes, there's things that attract me, slap me in the face, and give me pause to set up and begin the camera process. But even then, things have to sink in a bit as I filter them through my meager brain. She came out of a small pond, somewhere up above here. Following opportunities between the hillsides that slope ever downward to the lake, somewhere below here. I was on a mindless journey, to an end point I was unfamiliar with, and our paths crossed and coincided as I went. And so I followed her down, or vise versa, and I stopped to take her measure as I went. Somewhere along the way she began to grow on me. She was quiet, the water barely making a sound as she riffled and ran, but there was a music to it, nonetheless. There was a steadiness in her makeup, and I could see she seldom rose above this level. She protected this forest as much as it protected her. I came to appreciate the lushness in the garment she wore as she ran, the long-undisturbed debris like jewelery on her aspect. And I was slowly taken in. But in time she flattened out, lost her character, and surrendered herself to the bigger water of the lake. The lake was a disappointing destination, as destinations often are. I returned back up the path, crossing and recrossing the stream several times, at points like this. It is captured by a lens on a box that presents an image, and maybe it is love at first sight for those of you who like what you see here. But for me it's just a small, still moment of a journey. We fall whether by a slap or an ache, and in the end they hurt the same.
I tell you this.
I have nothing more to hide.
and Nothing else to lose.
I tell you this.
I give you all that I have.
Faith, Trust and Honesty.
with this I pledge.
my surrender.
in serenity.
Concept, Creative Design and Photography by Han Ghazi.
Poem and Extra Editing by Abby Latif
(Disclaimer: Extra Editing was done to fit the concept of serene surrender and poem composed by model)
Surrender - Natalie Taylor www.youtube.com/watch?v=caoP4dj2oro
Henley Beach has been undergoing construction most of this year. They are building a new square around the jetty with many lovely features for beach-goers to enjoy. That plus some health issues saw me spend many months away from this beautiful place. Despite Adelaide having almost continuous coastline, this is my most magical place to be. The clouds, the reflections, the relative quiet, a place to truly surrender.
Sweet surrender up Trail 189... How could I resist?...I had already hiked the 1/2 mile trail into the forest up to the trailhead and now was on Trail 189 leading up to Margarette Falls. My spirits were lifting higher and higher by the minute. What a great way to start my day!...West Fork Dry Creek, Trail 189 to Margarette Falls, Greenville, Tennessee, Cherokee National Forest
Secret, hidden underneath it,
Trying hard to keep it
Safely out of reach.
Creeping, I can feel it breathing,
Calling to the surface,
Finally in my dreams.
Sweet despair feel you devour me...
Silently, Oh won't you carry me..
Home..
Taken down I give into what I can't disguise.
I surrender..I surrender
Broken down, I give into what I can not have..
I surrender..I surrender
Locked in, buried under my skin
Riding on the whispers, restless in the wind
Hunted, I can feel it coming
Keep me under cover in what could of been
Sweet despair feel you devour me...
Silently, Oh won't you carry me..
Home..
Taken down I give into what I can't disguise.
I surrender..I surrender
Broken down, I give into what I can not have..
I surrender..I surrender
Don't make a sound now
Don't make a sound now
Maybe it won't find us after all
Carry.. Me.. Home..
Taken down I give into what I can't disguise.
I surrender..I surrender
Broken down, I give into what I can not have..
I surrender..I surrender
Don't make a sound now
Don't make a sound now
I surrender..I surrender..
Don't make a sound now
Don't make a sound now
I surrender..I surrender..
Broken down I give in.. I give in..
I surrender..I surrender..
(digital daggers - surrender)
smiels:)
texture: jimmy brown, thank you so much! <3
www.flickr.com/photos/jimmybrown/11649411905/in/faves-the...
"Le corps d'une femme, les collines blanches, les cuisses blanches,
tu ressemble à un monde, se couchant en reddition...."
— Pablo Neruda
________
"Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender..... "
— Pablo Neruda
Rest assured, the final defense is here.
Plastic toy.
Transformers. Metroplex (G1)
©HASBRO 1985
©TAKARA CO. LTD. 1985
Japan
You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.
― Roman Payne
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHtf3N5Wt3A
style Creds:
Hair: Agrace
shoes: Renegade at Fetish Fair
Studio: Comhar
Soundtrack // Bande-son proposée par VINCENT (www.flickr.com/photos/58769600@N07): VASHTI BUNYAN (""): www.youtube.com/watch?v=a3SxsVOBvDM
"Whatever pulled the wind that night... It had it bring a tree down... Untidy lime tree holding tight... To the end of my last garden... One of five against the sky... AN ELEGANT SURRENDER... It broke the wall and bent the gate... And warmed us through the winter..."
"The Surrender" This is a self-portrait I created a few months back. The location is a dried up lake called Øyeren, which is located just a few miles outside of Oslo. This image represents the days you just want to surrender and disappear from the face of the earth. I'm sure everybody can relate to this in one way or another... If you want to learn more about my creative process, check out my latest blog post!
Sooner surrender
Then watch the last wall collapse
And sooner surrender
And our love will count for everything
In my sweetest dreams
It's just you and me
And we break wide
I wake reminded love
How I just gave up
And how you moved on, how you moved on
I'm waiting for something
I've waited for now
For the rolling canyons of love
And i'm tongue tied
And you're coming alive, coming alive
-Matt Nathanson
{221/365}
She was a free bird one minute: queen of the world and laughing. The next minute she would be in tears like a porcelain angel, about to teeter, fall and break. She never cried because she was afraid that something 'would' happen; she would cry because she feared something that could render the world more beautiful, 'would not' happen.
Oh this road has been hard
On my feet, on my heart
Led me to the gates of hell
I know sorrow all too well
Lost my love to the wind
Left me half of who I am
Heavy load, Heaven knows
I'm tired
I give up, I give in, I lay down
I surrender
I won't fight, I won't try, I lay down at your side
I surrender
After all I've been through
I can't say what is true
But I choose to believe
There's a hand guiding me
There is hope, there's a home
For my soul
I give up, I give in, I lay down
I surrender
I won't fight, I won't try, I lay down at your side
I won't cry
Why should I?
I lay down at your side
I surrender
located on Surrender road between Swaledale & Arkengarthdale where it crosses the Old Gang Beck, also known as the Mill Gill or Hard Level Gill.
Procamera, Snapseed, Stackables App, Afterlight
I was just completing this image yesterday evening when I was overwhelmed by an excruciating abdominal pain. After medication and tests, thankfully it was nothing serious. One thing that resulted from it was this: the physical pain pierced its way through the darkness - and it put a lot of things in perspective. I am left with a feeling of relief and gratefulness. And thus, my edit of the image was altered.
Life throws us a lot of curve balls. When you live with The Black Dog around the corner, it's always important to absolutely focus on the little things that are good so that when the time comes, and you feel overwhelmed, you still have the ability to put one heavy leaden foot in front of the other - even if you have to drag that damn foot. So, sometimes the fight is about surrendering to some facts, simply to accept. When you do, you fight stronger.
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gabbyjaws.blogspot.com/2025/04/sweet-surrender.html
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A5z2H1CmHgU
Mu-Shi Doll Karla Outfit "Karla" Outfit
LaraX, Petite, Maitreya Lara, Petite, Legacy, Reborn
various color choices
Mu-Shi Doll
Life's gone haywire. Obviously. And to add to the fun, the creatures around here provide their own form of unadulterated entertainment. There was this awesome war/battle/judgment day level thing that happened right at the entrance of my hostel. These weird ants, at some stage of their growth get wings and stuff and they go nuts, lose their common sense if they ever had it in the first place, and they swarm towards all sources of light. So, when I walked into the hostel on that particular night (2 am i think), there was this entire battalion of these stupid ant things, and there were about 10-15 frogs on the floor. Those frogs were completely intoxicated (imagine me in front of a gigantic vegetarian feast) and they just sat there, shooting
their tongues out in every direction, completely feasting on the stupid ant things. I stood there for a few minutes, transfixed by the glory of the one-sided battle. Then I stopped behaving like one of those stupid ant things and brought out my cam. Took a few shots, even though I was getting those icky stupid ant things sitting on my shirt. Sheesh, it was insane. Those frikkin' frogs were bloating up like hell. I mean, they didn't give a shite about their waistline. They were just gobbling up each and every one of those stupid ant things that came withing striking range. They themselves
were covered with stupid ant things. Next morning, under every visible tubelight in my hostel there were millions of wings belonging to the deceased stupid ant things lying around. The sweepers went home with the worst backache they could have expected. And the frogs didn't appear for a few days. I bet their tummies got so screwed, food wouldn't cross their one track minds for a few days.
Messed up most of the shots I took because I left the camera on manual mode, using the settings I had used for the last shot (the one with the drop).
All the brownish stuff you see in the background consists of stupid ant
things flying around, wings of dead stupid ant things, pieces of stupid ant
things scattered after a frog duel, and regurgitated bits of stupid ant things. The frog in the forefront is one of the smallest I saw that day.
Title Dedication : U2
Cuando te sangran las manos después de darlo todo y aun así no te detienes por que sabes que rendirte no es una opción...
When your hands bleed after giving everything and still do not stop because you know that surrender is not an option ...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jUphJftlzRM
Dying to Live - DTL Poses : Giving Everything
A self portrait and self reminder that surrendering my fears and embracing life's ever-changing flow can lead to magic falling right into my fingertips... magic I never would have expected or dreamed of.
Fun fact: This log was a beast to get to for this photo! The rocks were soooo slippery with slime and algae, I had to crawl (more like slither) along them, fingers clinging to any crack or grippy surface I could find, trying not to slip all the way into the water for an icy swim... needless to say, the poor white dress was not white anymore by the time I reached the log and climbed up. Thank goodness for photoshop's slime n' grime-ridding magical powers! 😉
P.S. For those interested, this image is available as a limited edition print, here: elizabethgaddprints.com/products/surrender
"If we are to be who we are, if we are to accomplish great things, then we must learn the heart's most essential rule: NEVER SURRENDER DREAMS"
- J. Michael Straczynski
Thanks to:
For the beautiful model.
From Textures only Competition #34: www.flickr.com/groups/textures_only/discuss/7215761506062...
Note: Due to my original flickr account being deleted by someone or by accident, I have lost all information regarding the contributors of textures and source material for this image. I'm sorry that I cannot give them credit. I can only say, thank you again.
I know "never surrender, never give up" but I think this sums up 2020 for a lot of families, 2020 has been a bitch of a year and I have my fingers crossed that 2021 will bring a new hope
Happy New Years everyone and thank you all for your support, comments and favs. through out these strange time. Having Flickr as a creative outlet and being able to share with you guys everyday has been an oasis in a desert of craziness
this shot mark my 10 year anniversary of 365 projects !!!! 3653 straight days of taking a picture every day and posting it to Flickr and it's been such a journey and I've made so many new friends along the way and was even awarded my Fellowship in Photography from the Irish Photographic Federation.
will i start my 11th 365 project ? ? you'll have to come back tomorrow to find out 😉