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The elements of nature bond together; interwoven like threads of a fabric which make up the blanket of the universe.
The Red Thread
In Swedish, the expression ”den röda tråden”, which means ”the red thread”, is used much like the English expression ”the common thread” - it describes a recurring theme or characteristic, or sometimes a guiding principle. The same expression is used in German: ”der rote Faden”. Maybe it exists in other languages too.
When I began thinking about this week’s Self Portrait Sunday theme, ”the red thread” came to mind. Over the last years, following the red thread has sort of become my theme song. I try to focus as much as I can on things that are really important to me personally, which to a great extent means working on developing my talents. I get better and better on prioritizing this over caring about what others might think, and over conventional notions and ideas on what constitutes a socially acceptable lifestyle. In short, I am trying my best to follow my red thread, even on days that it might seem hopelessly tangled. I detangle it bit by bit, and it makes my heart sing.
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This one is for the Secret Santa over at Rogue Bricks. This little fellow fits nicely in the bauble :)
I was lucky enough to build for the one and only rolli.
A box of tiny embroidery thread cards from a friend. It is a piece of art. Love the colors and textures...#cy365 240/365 off prompt
A wonderful corner cafe in the UNESCO Heritage town of Colonia del Sacramento in Uruguay.
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Having snapped "Pexford Pic" at Gauxholme, it seemed rude not to wait the extra half-hour and snap the freight behind it, the 8.59am Redcar Bulk Terminal - Fiddlers Ferry PS (6M17), especially seeing as it was a relatively rare coal movement. In this instance GBRf Shed 66701 is doing the honours.
Given the lack of time, I simply opted to drop down Pexford Road (which can be seen on the left of the image) and head up the footpath on the other side to the more traditional overlook.
In the foreground is the Rochdale Canal, which has the dubious honour of being the second highest canal in England at exactly 600' (183m) elevation on the stretch between West Summit and Longlees. That section lies a couple of miles behind me where the canal passes over the shoulder of the hill through which the railway burrows via the more well-known (to railfans at least) Summit Tunnel. With around 19 locks between the summit and Todmorden, visible in the distance, anyone navigating this stretch can be sure of a decent workout.
2nd November 2017
This is a parasitic wasp that places its victims body in a mud cell and lays an egg on it. Upon hatching the larva consumes the host. Mud Lake WMA, Mud Lake, Idaho
Lots of great shops and restaurants in Chinatown in Melbourne, Australia.
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•By a Thread•
Arms raised, reaching for the sky, half alive and broken. Brittle bones and tattered dreams, a picture tells of words unspoken. Bright lights and dark caves, my mind and soul are lost, lost sometimes, sometimes...
I get asked why I don’t write more, and to be honest, sometimes I just can’t make sense of my words or feelings. I’ve been in such a rut but lately I’ve been feeling better after realizing that part of the reason I’ve been so down could be laziness. I’ve been lazy, I’ve been gaining weight, and in turn my creativity has suffered, I’ve been lazy in my process, and processing. That all ended today, in hopes of being proactive and breaking free of what has been like heavy chains on my soul. Sometimes I just want to feel normal, like “tomorrow I’ll be better”.
A few months ago while out with a client we were treated to one of the most amazing, and strange displays of light, and clouds I’ve ever seen, with temps over 100°, and random lightning (no thunder) striking often and randomly. I was lucky to capture a frame with lightning while the sun was peaking through.
A car traverses the "Needles Eye Tunnel" in Custer State Park, South Dakota. The tunnel measures 8' 9" wide and 9' 8" tall. The headlight flairs were enhanced using the Sunrays tool in Luminar AI.
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We were at a fabric store when I noticed this display of thread. I just can't resist patterns, particularly when there is some form of variation which only accentuates the repetition. Here, it's the colors and the missing spools which really sells the rank and file configuration.
We saw lots of doors in Marrakech with remnants of different coloured threads attached to the handles or other bits of door furniture. Once attached several strands are spun together to create a thicker single strand, like the twists of embroidary thread you find in your local habadashers.
A walk along the Brisbane River waterfront on Brisbane, Australia. There are some great restaurants here.
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The day started off quite nicely but by the time I got around to thinking about a shot for today, it was foul, so looked for an indoor shot. I threaded six different coloured cottons through the needle and twisted them up a bit. Taken in upstairs window where there was a little more light, trees in the background, gold reflector to the front.
Photo taken for the 114 pictures in 2014 group, Item 46. Needle
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Great little thread catchers to have near a sewing machine or craft area. I made these in hopes of having a few less threads hanging onto me.
Where the Blue Fades
Time crumbles like weathered stone,
its dust a pale haze of grey
that settles in the hollows of my chest.
I search for you there—
in the places where light breaks,
then fades like the dying edge of blue.
The sky forgets its color,
its azure skin peeled back to grey.
It is the same with memory:
your voice, once clear as a bell,
now dissolves in the air,
a thread unwinding into silence.
How quietly love unravels—
like mist dissolving into itself,
like waves pulling the shore into their hunger.
You are the distant hue,
a blue I can no longer name,
slipping further with every blink.
In this grey expanse,
I am only the shadow of what was,
moving without rhythm,
waiting for the colors to return,
though I know they will not.
Time, that betrayer,
has stolen even the shape of you,
leaving only the faintest outline
and the ache where blue once lived.