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Isle of Arran
Here, Caisteal Abhail, corbett mountain, 847m, with Glen Sannox, a glaciated U-shaped valley, sit in ethereal, stormy light, across the Firth of Clyde. Ancient, weather-beaten beech trees are silhouetted against the Clyde and the mountains.
A lone herring gull sweeps over Sannox Bay.
Taken from Portencross,
North Ayrshire
Scotland
“From a distance there is harmony
And it echoes through the land;
It's the voice of hope, it's the voice of peace
It's the voice of every man.”
🎼 ‘From a Distance’ - Nanci Griffith. RIP, Nanci 💙💙💙
July 6, 1953-August 13, 2021
“Certain voices heard
are heard
not because
they
are phonetic...
But,
from one soul
they head,
to another,
in the form of magic.
(Poem: When, When a not, Book: Ginger and Honey)”
― Jasleen Kaur Gumber, Ginger and Honey
Ice-abstract.
Remember those who enabled today...
Hear those who challenge now and prepare tomorrow...
Dream of a world without discrimination and harassment...
Build a different world... a better world...
Hay días casi vacíos y otros que parecen guardar momentos detrás de cada aleteo del tiempo. Hay momentos llenos de luz y otros en los que la esperanza se deshilacha como un viejo sudario al que van a morir todos los sueños.
Hoy me contagié del calor de la estación y mi familia me regaló un cariño que me devolvió a la euforia de las cosas cotidianas. Aunque sepa de la caducidad de los sentimientos y también de los momentos,"por momentos" sentí doblegar el oscuro aliento del invierno surrealista que se niega a marchar; mientras una voz párvula, sin duda naif, pero necesaria, gritó desde algún rincón: "Soñar es de valientes". Mi sueño es recuperar las cosas cotidianas.
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There are empty days and others that seem to save moments behind each flutter of time. There are moments pregnant with light and others in which hope frays like an old shroud to which all dreams will die.
Today I caught the heat and the light of the season and my family gave me a love that returned me to the euphoria of everyday things. Although I know of the expiration of feelings and moments, I felt the dark breath of surreal winter bend and a nursery voice, undoubtedly naif, but necessary, shouted from somewhere: "Dreaming is brave". My dream is to recover everyday things
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We were out exploring with some friends who came for a visit when late in the day, we were visiting the Pender Harbour area.
"Oh, look at this", came the voice from the back seat of our car. The sun was low on the horizon and it was late afternoon. The voice noticed the cove we had entered, and the way the light was affecting the area. I stopped the car and said, "I am going to take a few pics".
We all got out of the car and mused about enjoying the scene in front of us. "Over here", said the voice. "You can get right down to the water", it continued. Sure enough, in place of mulling about the thorny rose bushes that guarded entrance, there was a way down to the waters edge. After setting up on this colorful place, Kayakers were on their way into my image. So, I waited until they were in the right spot and captured the scene. Thanks voice!
I wanted to take a moment to thank all of you. Thank you for the views, the faves, the comments, the awards, but most importantly the inspiration.
Yes, this is a virtual world, however it gives me moments to escape the rigor of RL and let's me connect with my creative side, however big or small it may be.
I appreciate your time, effort, and your incredible artistic abilities. I have learned so much and continue to do so. Thank you for posting incredible places for me to visit and explore as I make my own way through this life.
Thank you for being here, sharing your voices to help me remember mine.
Thank you.
It's hard to believe it has been 30-years since I last heard my mother's voice.
Her passing is a reminder of the physical and emotional pain and suffering she endured throughout her lifetime. Born with diabetes, she lost her vision when I was just 10-years old but never lost sight of what was most important to her; her son and her daughter.
Godspeed Mom as you will never be forgotten, not in this lifetime or the next.
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Barbra Streisand with Andrea Bocelli
"I Still Can See Your Face"
At least one moment everyday
I hear the echo of your voice
And though it's only in my mind,
It stays with me, I have no choice
I reached for you as if you're here
Your tender touch, your warm embrace
And though it's been so many years
I still can see your face
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Someday I'll forget the color of your eyes, the sound of your voice will be unfamiliar. Someday I'll forget that I once loved you, the feelings will have faded, someday I'll forget!
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The voices in my head keep telling me I’m not okay
'Cause it’s feeling like a hurricane in my brain
Dark clouds, dark skies, bad weather
Please don’t make this last forever
The voices in my head keep telling me I’m gonna (Die)
And I don’t wanna talk about the drama, I’m trauma-(tized)
They keep tellin' me I’m fine but we both know that’s a fuckin' (Lie)
I’m losing my mind but I don’t wanna talk about it
“Twilight campfighter
You build your fire into an open wound
You want us to feel better
On these darker trails
With light revealing holy grails
To hike through dangerous weather
You need twilight eyes”
~From the song by Guided by Voices,
“Twilight Campfighter”, written by
Robert Pollard
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Do you hear me in the dark
Whispering your name?
Do you see me in the crowd
Fighting against the waves?
My mouth may be closed in silence
But my mind delivers endless written pages.
Do you hear the words on my heart
Despite the silence from my lips?
Do you recognize yourself
In the sound of my voice?
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Voices in My Head
Song by Falling In Reverse
Lyrics
The voices in my head keep on telling me to pray
'Cause I'm spinning like a carousel, circling the drain
Hit the bottom of the bottle, I don't wanna feel the pain
But that is all I got for now, I don't wanna talk about it
The voices in my head keep on begging me to stay
If I pull the trigger now then the demons go away
And I know my time is coming so there ain't no time to waste
So that is all I got for now, I don't wanna talk about it
The voices in my head keep telling me to choose a side
It's heaven or hell like it's do or die
I'm a sad boy, you know better
Please don't make this last forever
The voices in my head keep telling me I'm not okay
It's feeling like a hurricane in my brain
Dark clouds, hard times, bad weather
Please don't make this last forever
The voices in my head keep telling me I'm gonna (die)
And I don't wanna talk about the drama, I'm trauma (tized)
They're tellin' me I'm fine but we both know that's a fuckin' (lie)
I'm losing my mind but I don't wanna talk about it
The voices in my head keep giving me the worst advice
Kamikaze crash like a suicide
I'm a lost boy, you know better
Please don't make this last forever
The voices in my head keep telling me I'm insane
And maybe I'm a little bit, that won't change
Dark clouds, hard times, bad weather
Please don't make this last forever
The voices in my head keep telling me I'm gonna (die)
And I don't wanna talk about the drama, I'm trauma (tized)
They're tellin' me I'm fine but we both know that's a fuckin' (lie)
I'm losing my mind but I don't wanna talk about
The voices in my head keep telling me I'm cursed
I'm paranoid, I don't wanna make it any worse
We're all gonna die but first things first
I'ma take the world with me when they put me in the dirt
The voices in my head keep telling me I'm cursed
I'm paranoid, I don't wanna make it any worse
We're all gonna die but first things first
I'ma take the world with me when they put me in the dirt
Move
(Move)
Voices in my head keep telling me I'm cursed
I'm paranoid, I don't wanna make it any worse
We're all gonna die, first things first
I'ma take the world with me when they put me in the dirt
The voices in my head keep telling me I'm gonna (die)
And I don't wanna talk about the drama, I'm trauma (tized)
They're tellin' me I'm fine but we both know that's a fuckin' (lie)
I'm losing my mind but I don't wanna talk about it
The voices in my head keep on telling me to pray
'Cause I'm spinning like a carousel, circling the drain
Hit the bottom of the bottle, I don't wanna feel the pain
I'm losing my mind but I don't wanna talk about it
I sogni sono come le conchiglie che il mare ha depositato sulla riva. Bisogna raccoglierle ed ascoltare la loro voce.
Romano Battaglia
Foto dal mio archivio, Indonesia. Conversione in B N da raw con LR
Buona serata
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My Baby, I Love
My Baby, I Love Your Voice
Oh, My Baby, I Love
Oh, My Lady, Lady
My Baby, I Love
My Baby, I Love Your Voice
Oh, My Baby, I Love
Oh, My Lady, Lady
I’m Cold Without You, I’m Comming To You Without Any Reason
Touch Me Unwittingly, Say What Makes Us Different
Everything’s On Fire And Your Eyes Are Unbroken Universe Like Narnia.
Loose Them In The Dark, But Look At Me Carefully.
Storm, Storm Outside, Won’t Come To Our Door
Storm, Storm Outside, But I Can Only Hear Your Voice
Your Gentle Voice Will Save Me
My Baby, I Love
My Baby, I Love Your Voice
Oh, My Baby, I Love
Oh, My Lady, Lady
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My mother is right at this place...still with it but now she has "friends".
Inner voice's, inner voice thought to itself:[pursed his lips and let one long, salty, steupse flow forth, like a tsunami rolling over flat land]
Trini just smiled to himeself. Trini kept looking at the Lelutka Connor head admiring the new bones.
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THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.