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Pearl earrings
Swimming, weightless beneath water
Dreaming, wild and free
In the arms of a generous lover
One incomplete without the other.
Every image we create, we hope our vision comes to life, our inner voice is heard, our soul discovered. It is a reflection of who we are without using words. A lifelong journey of discovering our most inner thoughts and feelings. Photography allows me to move further than my body ever could.
My unforgettable summer.
july 28th
flying is one of the greatest feelings in the world. there is nothing greater than the feeling of weightlessness at six am, watching the sun slowly rise over the clouds. it all feels like a dream. i want to live in a dream state, with the sound of my music blasting through my headphones. i could live like this - roadtrips at the crack of dawn, traveling from place to place with no destination in mind, taking pictures of everything and everyone and not caring at all. no words can describe this - there is so much beauty around me. everything is perfect, no thinking, no nothing. all i need to do is breathe. i love this.
i never got to thank her for such a lovely testimonial :)
"Earth below us
drifting, falling.
Floating weightless
calling, calling home..."
(Peter Schilling - Major Tom)
It was high up in the Air and on its way to USA - right above me when I was enjoying the sun in the garden. Fortunately I had the camera ready :-)
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Dedicated to C.F. (ILYWAMHASAM)
This wonderful installation at the rear of the Guggenheim Museum Bilbao is the work of Jeff Koons (York, Pennsylvania, 1955). It depicts a bunch of 7 tulips about 5 metres long as large luminescent balloons, conveying a feeling of weightlessness.
'Gold dreams
She wonders up the old granite steps of the enchanted gardens laying peacefully near the old tree in the soft tender lush green pastures she slowly drifts to sleep transported into gold dreams. Her book and brush become weightless slowly float away brushing numbers of crisp autumal leaves gently drifting through the wind and air echoing and receding in harmony with her inner music with grace so tender delicate glistening with the warmth of sun's rays the crisp autumnal leaves turns to gold as the birds flock singing their final hums the sky turns peach gently glowing with luninosity as the warm ethereal light transcends to leave the feelings of peace and serenity as freedom resides here ...'
A message to all woman in the world...Freedom of expression resides deep within You!! You are precious unique individuals !! Freedom of choice and expression is your human right... Sending Love and light ..Thinking of you!!
I am also very much thinking about people in Military and volunteers helping in Ukraine !! My heart goes out to the brave courageous Ukrainian people and all innocent people who are suffering in the world.. To protect life protect your freedom of choice of expression is your human right !! Stay strong !I pray for peace and harmony soon in Ukraine in the world !!! 🇺🇦💙💛💙🌎🙏'
A quiet connection unfolds between earth and sky. The tree, crowned with delicate pink blossoms, seems to exhale a breath so light it takes form—a drifting cloud, rising and dissolving into the endless blue. For a moment, the boundary between the rooted and the weightless disappears, as if the tree itself is reaching beyond, becoming part of the sky.
This image is a meditation on impermanence, on the silent harmony between the fleeting and the grounded. In its simplicity, it whispers of the unseen threads that bind all things, reminding us that even the most delicate presence can leave an imprint on the infinite.
Like this sea otter, I feel the most happy in water. Floating soothes and centres me. Gravity disappears as I glide weightless in a heavenly bliss. I feel powerful as I train, stroking boldly through the blue. Playful days frolicking bring carefree joy. I feel peace and harmony.
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How long do you think it takes to dream away a lifetime?
and how long's a lifetime of dreams, anyway?
sometimes, time away finds a demulcent cure the higher it can climb
as the niggling grounded negativity's are gradually whittled away
and so our current climate strode across fields of dreams thus
a world became Heaven-sent, peaceable in it's Spring routine
the misconstrued shadows from passing flames now readjusts
we become the light of the positive's plucked from everything between
the sunrise peak of bringing sanity into the nightmare of society's darkness
an appeasement of stranded thoughts, now let free upon the purifying air
Hades appears invisible to touch, thank Heavens for this grace of apartness
such a habitation no longer prevails in the lightness of current prayer
Winter austerity is now gone making way for the gentler step of Spring
launching the Summer Sun de-robing as we speak
Her nudity is it's true purity of honesty, integrity and the harvest She will bring
the historical Apollo or Ra's midday shining over the climate change we seek
it's the heir, the apparent routine of seeing life afresh near or far
a daily deity is once in a lifetime, avenging anger through the eyes of experience
the chance at last to leave demersal nags behind and discover who we really are
inhale your weightless hopes borne unto the beautiful surrounds of natural consilience.
by anglia24
10h00: 22/05/2008
©2008anglia24
My hands, your hands tight up, like two ships drifting, weightless, waves try to break it. I do anything, to save it. My heart, your heart sit tight, like bookends. Pages between us written with no end. So many words we're not saying. Don't wanna wait, till it's gone. Think of, how much love that's been wasted. People always try to escape it. Move on, to stop their heart breaking, but there's nothing I'm running from. So baby hold on to my heart, need you, to keep me from falling apart. I'll always hold on, 'cause you make me strong. I'm sorry, if I say, "I need you", but I don't care, I'm not scared of love. 'Cause, when I'm not with you I'm weaker. Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong? That you make me strong...
Excerpt from the brochure:
19 In My Lightness, I felt Weightless and Floated Blissfully by Sandra Crisante
In this sculpture, I incorporate found and sourced materials, both natural and mechanical, as well as papier mache elements and a limited palette. Flight and soaring are key in the whimsical-bird-like winged figure which conveys the ability to stay grounded to one’s self, even while taking flight.
sunlight carves the alley like a blade, and a lone silhouette drifts along the seam of light and darkness—weightless, anonymous, poetic. a meditation on form, rhythm, and fleeting moments in the heat of the city.
The harvest mouse is the only British mammal to have a prehensile tail: it can use it like a fifth limb, holding on to grass stems with it.
The little mouse weighs about the same as a 2p coin, and she can walk over the spiky tease head without feeling pain
Life has a way of pulling us in countless directions—its rhythm often loud, relentless, and overwhelming. In the middle of this chaos, quiet moments become not just desirable, but essential, grounding us when everything else feels unsteady.
Meditation and stillness offer a sanctuary—a chance to retreat into silence and reconnect with ourselves. Even just a few minutes of quiet can soothe the mind, reduce stress, and spark fresh perspective. The beauty of meditation lies not in escaping the world, but in re-entering it with calm and focus.
Whether it's a quiet corner of your home, a bench in a sunlit park, or the meditative glow of a candlelit room, having a dedicated space for restoration creates a powerful invitation to pause. It reminds us that we have permission to step away, to breathe deeply, and to simply be.
In these moments, we’re reminded that renewal doesn’t have to be grand or elaborate—it thrives in simplicity. A quiet walk, the hum of nature, or the soft cadence of a cat’s purr can replenish us in ways that go beyond words. Taking time to renew isn’t a luxury; it’s an act of care that enables us to move through life with resilience, purpose, and a sense of presence.
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Black And White
I don’t need to go to California
I don’t wanna to see another sunset in LA
I used to need a getaway before ya
But now you’re here and I just wanna stay
I’m loving every part of it
I can say I’m confident
I’ve never felt this way
Now I’m feeling weightless
Five feet off of the pavement
Yeah you got me here
In the atmosphere
I’m finding I just wanna stay like this
Weightless
Thought I had it figured out until I saw you
But I was missing something till the day you came around
I was holding onto all those expectations
Till you put me in the clouds
I’m loving every part of it
I can say I’m confident
I’ve never felt this way
Now I’m feeling weightless
Five feet off of the pavement
Yeah you got me here
In the atmosphere
I’m finding I just wanna stay like this
Weightless
I don’t need to go to California
I don't miss that beach in LA
I got you here
I got you here
And I just wanna stay
Now I’m feeling weightless
Five feet off of the pavement
Yeah you got me here
In the atmosphere
I’m finding I just wanna stay like this
Weightless
it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless, and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
It is always easy to say: "Stay calm when you've found something is going on."
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But actually it should be said .....
"Touch my mind and I will think of you ... touch my heart and I will never forget you." by unknown
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But actually it should not be said ...
"All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside, It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it." by Cat Stevens
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But actually it should be stated like the ocean ...Because: "The least movement is of importance to all nature. The entire ocean is affected by a pebble." by Blaise Pascal
Therefore,...."Time can bring you down, Time can bend your knees, Time can break your heart, Have you begging please, Begging please," by Eric Clapton
BUT:
"Spend all your time waiting, For that second chance, For a break that would make it okay, There’s always one reason, To feel not good enough, And it’s hard at the end of the day, I need some distraction, Oh beautiful release, Memory seeps from my veins, Let me be empty, And weightless and maybe, I’ll find some peace tonight" by Sarah Mclachlan
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Conclusion: "I will be the answer, At the end of the line, I will be there for you, While you take the time
In the burning of uncertainty, I will be your solid ground, I will hold the balance, If you can't look down,
If it takes my whole life, I won't break, I won't bend, It will all be worth it, Worth it in the end, Cause I can only tell you what I know, That I need you in my life, When the stars have all gone out, You'll still be burning so bright, Cast me gently, Into morning, For the night has been unkind, Take me to a
Place so holy, That I can wash this from my mind, The memory of choosing not to fight" by Sarah Mclachlan
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ESA-sponsored medical doctor Nick Smith snapped this photo of the storage containers at Concordia research station in Antarctica shortly before sunset, 8 April 2021. The dark blue line at the horizon is the shadow of the Earth.
The containers store food, recycling and the scientific samples of blood, saliva, and stool that Nick routinely takes. The units on the right are part of the summer camp, during which researchers sleep in tents.
Science for the benefit of space exploration does not only happen off planet. While some studies require the weightless isolation of the International Space Station, Antarctica also provides the right conditions for investigating the consequences of spaceflight, and it is a little easier to access than space.
Part of the 17th crew to spend an entire year at one of the most remote bases in the world, Nick and 11 other crew members have taken up the adventurous challenge in the backdrop of a pandemic to continue important research that is furthering space exploration.
Located at the mountain plateau called Dome C, Concordia is a collaboration between the French Polar Institute and the Italian Antarctic programme, and is one of only three bases that is inhabited all year long.
As well as offering around nine months of complete isolation, Concordia’s location at 3233 m altitude means the crew experience chronic hypobaric hypoxia – lack of oxygen in the brain.
During the Antarctic winter, the crew of up to 15 people also endure four months of complete darkness: the sun disappears from May and is not seen again until late August.
Temperatures can drop to –80°C in the winter, with a yearly average of –50°C. The temperature at the time of this image was -65°C, with wind chill at about -80°C. To put this cold into perspective, it was so cold that the camera battery died within ten minutes.
As a station set in Earth’s harshest space, Concordia is an ideal stand-in for studying the human psychological and physiological effects of extreme cold, isolation and darkness. For the rest of the year, Nick is poking and prodding the crew for samples to study changes in mood, immune systems, blood cells, and gut health.
Follow his adventures on the Chronicles from Concordia blog.
Credits: ESA/IPEV/PNRA–N. Smith
From above the cloud deck, the Deben feels like a boundary between two moods. Up here the light is clean and cold, the air looks almost weightless, and the winter sun turns the top of the cloud into a bright, billowing shoreline. Below, Woodbridge and the fields along the valley sit in shadow, softened and half-hidden, as if the town has been tucked under a blanket of quiet.
What catches the eye is the river itself. The River Deben winds through the darkness like a strip of polished metal, flaring white where it reflects the sun. In places you can sense the shape of the estuary—broadening and narrowing, with pale mudflats and sinuous channels that hint at the tide’s constant reworking of the landscape. Even when the land feels subdued, the water insists on being seen.
Woodbridge has always belonged to this river. It is a place shaped by tide and trade, by boats and shipwrights, by the steady practical rhythm of moving goods and people along a sheltered Suffolk waterway. Nearby, on higher ground above the Deben, Sutton Hoo holds its older story—an Anglo-Saxon burial from around the seventh century, uncovered in the 1930s, a reminder that this “quiet” landscape has carried power and meaning for a very long time. On the waterfront, the tide mill speaks to a different kind of ingenuity, drawing work and light from the sea’s pulse.
This is what winter can do: divide the world into layers. Above, a luminous calm. Below, the familiar grey that waits for you to return. Yet the river threads them together, a bright, living line that makes even the dark land look inhabited, held and quietly beautiful.
Schwerelos... Remember all those little aspiring ballerinas who wish to defy the spirit of gravity.
Flick Friday
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Down to the earth I fell
With dripping wings
Heavy things won't fly
And the sky might catch on fire
And burn the axis of the world
That's why I prefer a sunless sky
To the glittering and stinging in my eyes
I feel so light
This is all I want to feel tonight
I feel so light
Tonight and the rest of my life
Gleaming in the dark sea
I'm as light as air
Floating there breathlessly
When the dream dissolves
I open up my eyes
I realize that
Everything is shoreless sea
A weightlessness is passing over me
Everything is waves and stars
The universe is resting in my arms
This young bull was having a blast playing in the water... It was probably warmer in the water than out, plus the sensation of weightlessness must be a relief..
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Sainte-Chapelle is relatively small compared to the grand cathedrals of Notre-Dame de Paris, Chartres and Amiens. But what it lacks in size it more than makes up for in jaw-dropping beauty and elegance. Supported by slender pillars, the high vaulted ceiling seems to float weightlessly above the magnificent stained glass windows which take up almost all of the upper wall space. The overall effect is that of a breathtaking experience of light, colour and transcendence of spirit.
Amazingly, the chapel was built in only seven or eight years. Work began in 1240 or 1241 and was completed by April of 1248. The rose window in the western wall was added in the following century. Significantly, almost two thirds of the stained glass is original.
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The photo captures a dramatic upward view of the Gateway Arch in St. Louis, its stainless-steel curve slicing through a sharp blue sky streaked with thin clouds. Seen from below, the monument feels almost weightless, even though it anchors the skyline with unmistakable presence. The surrounding downtown buildings sit low on the horizon, emphasizing how the Arch towers above everything else.
Completed in 1965, the Gateway Arch was designed by Finnish-American architect Eero Saarinen after winning a national competition. Its form looks simple, but the engineering behind the 192-meter structure pushed the limits of the time. Each leg is a hollow triangular tube, and precision had to be extreme: when both sides met at the top, the allowable error was just a fraction of an inch.
Historically, the Arch commemorates St. Louis’s role as the “Gateway to the West,” marking the starting point for 19th-century expeditions that expanded the United States beyond the Mississippi River. It stands as the centerpiece of the Jefferson National Expansion Memorial, connecting modern visitors with the era of exploration, migration, and the vast reshaping of the American frontier.
Today the Arch is both a symbol and an experience. Its mirrored surface shifts with the light, turning the monument into a changing sculpture against the sky. Inside, a small tram system climbs to an observation room at the crown, where narrow windows offer a view over the Mississippi and the city. The result is a structure that functions as architecture, history, and icon all at once.
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“Let us go where skins are rainbows
Enhanced by every hue.
Where genders are clouds
Weightless and formless through.
Let us go where creeds are stars
That illuminate our view.
Where men and women are one
And the in-between are true.
Let us go where I am free to love
For I cannot unlove you.”
― Kamand Kojouri