Legend of The Winter Soldier
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“We’ll bathe often in light of the moon
We’ll sew clothes from the stem of our womb…
Heal off the weightless you held
from the start of me…”
More on a little virtual keyhole ☂
Dust & spooky Sparkles,
Dea
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I took the photo at our local park where the grasses turned into brown. The sunny afternoon and those grasses made me feel like mother nature's womb :)
Looking out of the cave at Pinnacle Point, South Africa "According to research which Prof. Marean and his team published in 2007, this is probably where the small, core population that gave rise to all humans alive today first began to exhibit significantly modern behaviour: the systematic harvesting of food from the sea, the use of complex bladelet technology, and the use of ochres for symboling."
Writers knows how deep and how strong is the felling of having a new book out. It's like the birth of a son, at least that is what I feel.
Tired of the prolonged silence of some editor, I've decided to try the way of self publishing. Forgive me if it won't corresponds to your expectations: I did my best as editor.
So, here's the link of my first book of poems in english, where you can buy it with a couple of clicks and not so much money (I did my best even to maintain its price low, and make it accessible).
I am planning to publish something more, but mine, generally speaking, is the pace of a snail. Stay tuned. And thanks to those who'll buy my fifth, foreign son.
In the days before days, when darkness lay upon the deep, the face of the Earth was an endless expanse of Aquanis, the Prime Water. And from the womb of Aquanis rose trees, woven of the selfsame fabric from which the stars of the heavens draw their light.
And behold, man, fashioned from the clay of the earth and breathed upon by the winds of the heavens, found his life in the waters. For in every vein and in every drop of their blood was Aquanis, the Water of Life.
And man made an image of the water, not a graven image of bronze or stone, but living temples upon the waves, fed by the springs of faith. And the people sang hymns of praise to Aquanis, for it was their drink, their sustenance, and their reflection.
The commandment was given: "Thou shalt have no other gods before the Water." For in its clarity and purity was the ultimate truth beheld. And the children of Aquanis walked in the light of their teachings, strict in their belief, without doubt and without fault.
Yet times shifted, and the waters of change flowed ceaselessly. New thoughts came forth like rivers seeking the sea, but the servants of Aquanis stood immovable, steadfast as the trees of water they so deeply revered.
But Aquanis, in his infinite wisdom, let the waters rise and fall, and in an act of earthly transience, the temples were engulfed, and the servants of Aquanis passed away with their hearts of stone.
Thus remained only the trees, bursting forth from the depths of the waters, silent sentinels of once-splendid majesty. And the waters whispered the legend of Aquanis, of a time when water alone was god.
Blessed be Aquanis, the beginning and the end, the Alpha and the Omega, whose trees still tell the tales of the beginning, a reminder to the children of the stars that from water all things come and unto water all things return. Amen.
⬇️ Translations in the first comments ⬇️
Womb @2021 Moni Limassol, Cyprus
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f/6.3 | 25 sec | ISO 640 | 17 mm
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Theme : Long Exposure Photography
Series : Winter Reborn
Location: Enaerios Limassol, Cyprus
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My wife made her own wedding gawn and veil when we got married, so we decided to take advantage of the left over material from the veil.
Kyle was 5 days old.
Building close to London Bridge Underground Station, 2015.
One of those moments when I realise that distortion with this lens is huuuuuuuuuge. (-23 on lightroom to get to these results - is it ok to say it is kinda unacceptable?)
Nevertheless, it is a versatile lens and it has helped me around, particularly when I am traveling. No regrets.
Wombo Artificial Intelligence plus a touch of Photoshop! Only the selfie is my photograph. The rest of the image is word-generated AI.
This is a new work from Cristina Valadas that she will exhibit in a couple of days. This portrait (or another from the same series) also will be displayed on the same exhibition.
Bristlecone pine cones - eponymous bristles sharp as kitten’s claws, on the gaping scales.
Most of the seeds are consumed or dispersed by chipmunks, chickadees, bushtits, juncos, jays and nutcrackers. Sometimes, clouds of seeds float like confetti from trees where these creatures are voraciously active.
Other times, fierce mountain gusts send hoards of cones skittering across dry, rocky ground like rustling lemmings clamoring for the nearest gulley.
Millennia of life begins here in this most improbably fecund place. If you get there early, it could be, as Rick said, ‘...the beginning of a beautiful friendship’ (Casablanca).
Arriving a millennium or three later can work as well.