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This ram has a wounded back leg. As he was on a small island in the Zambezi river, we guessed that he might have been attacked by a crocodile while passing over.
His survival chances seem to be good as long as he stays on the island as the predators most likely will not appear on this island.
Picture taken from boat
The pain of some memories, felt like a stab wound. But then I realized I could fly...
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...I was ....peacefully smiling again. I could think of the beautiful times and smile instead of crying. I suddenly understood, that all the bad parts that happened to me became my story. And it was leading me right to who I was meant to become...
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Blight Nightlight (32) the Alchemist plague doctor rushes to the aid of Onix Ebonlight (22) the war priest of the Sun Queen when he is wounded in battle by mechanically augmented beings.
Does anyone know the name of this church and Village??
Roland has given the answer below.
Mont-Saint-Aloi - Arras
30.365
i remember laying there thinking, there are band-aids on my legs. like a child, like a little girl who scraped her knee, there are band-aids on my legs. but i didn't fall and scrape my knee, not this time. I was laying there, thinking of the juxtaposing pieces of the moment.
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The Wounded Thorn
Y Draenllwyn
Hawthorn tree, lush and stately,
Gentle llatai, lorn, laudatory,
Wrapped in bark and greenly clad,
Armed with spears, my Covert Lad,
Ever-changing in your guise,
Loved of God, of manly size!
In May, a fleeting wonder grows:
Wearing precious summer snows,
Your branches bow, each serried
With an army thorned, then berried.
From your foe a warlike blow
Has wedged deep: a cleft of woe:
Not half of you – not a third –
Remains to shelter beast or bird.
Star-Cherry, my living charm,
He cleaved your legs, meaning harm
To heartwood, bole, branch and leaf.
Say, Foam-Flower, who brought you grief?
“I am weak. I creak and sigh.
He came to me – I don’t know why –
A wretched churl, axe-wielding fool,
Just yesterday. The blade cruel:
An axe with shaft of apple-wood.
He came to wound me where I stood
And spill my gems, shake my top,
In hopes my very crown to drop.”
Such coral beads I have seen:
Jewels to crown an English queen!
Stand still, Soldier. By my verse
I’ll win justice. Mortal curse:
The churl shall hang, a grave his bed;
By this song he’ll swing, dog-dead.
Source material: Attributed to Dafydd ap Gwilym, paraphrased by Giles Watson. Whilst it has been acknowledged that the poem is in a fourteenth century style, modern critics have suggested that it is not skilful enough to retain a definite place in the Dafydd ap Gwilym canon. The theme of the churlish love-rival (usually named Eiddig) who is also an over-enthusiastic hedge-cutter is, however, a favourite of Dafydd’s, and is further evidence of the eternal relevance of his concerns. The choice of a tree as a llatai is also intriguing, since for obvious reasons, most of Dafydd’s love messengers are highly mobile. Perhaps the tree was an appointed place for leaving hidden letters. A particularly charming feature of the poem is the gradual accumulation of the poet’s affectionate nicknames for the tree, emphasising the fact that he knew it as an individual. The Hawthorn tree has snow-white blossoms in May, which are succeeded in the autumn by coral-coloured berries. In the right light, these are indeed jewel-like in appearance, and Dafydd’s original makes an ironic comparison between the beauty of the berries and the jewels available – to those who could afford them – in an Englishman’s shop. There is a bitterness to this line which is lost on modern audiences (Dafydd is thinking of the fact that after the Edwardian settlement of 1284, English settlers had the monopoly on urban trade), so I have replaced it with the more obvious, and equally ironic reference to “an English queen”. Poets were more highly respected in mediaeval Celtic cultures than they are in our own, and it was believed that a poet’s satires literally had the power to kill. As a result, the final lines of the poem can be seen as rather more than a mere expression of impotent rage. By coincidence, on the day I paraphrased this poem, I walked to a favourite patch of woodland, thick with gigantic ash trees and poplars, only to discover that every tree had been chain-sawed to the ground. My own rage may indeed be impotent, but I must confess that I shared Dafydd’s feelings exactly.
Created for the WPC Week 518
Original photo by: Paul Cowie
texture by Pareeerica
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Paper: Bromexpress-2 18x24cm (exp 1991) in Kodak D9
Film: Kodak Tmax P3200 (EI 1600) in TMAX dev 1+4
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The "Kanzel" is a multi-peak mountain in the Bavarian Forest National Park south of Lusen and Hohlstein. The area around the Kanzel is primarily referred to as a "rocky hiking area", which is crossed by numerous hiking trails, which always cross rock formations. However, only the Kleine Kanzel (1,011 m) forms a true peak a little further to the west. The nearest village, and a good starting point for a climb, is Mauth.
This a polypore belonging to a group of fungi that form fruiting bodies with pores or tubes on the underside. They are a morphological group of basidiomycetes like gilled mushrooms and hydnoid fungi, and not all polypores are closely related to each other. Polypores are also called bracket fungi, and their woody fruiting bodies are called conks.
Most polypores inhabit tree trunks or branches consuming the wood, but some soil-inhabiting species form mycorrhiza with trees. Polypores and their relatives corticioid fungi are the most important agents of wood decay. Thus, they play a very significant role in nutrient cycling and carbon dioxide production of forest ecosystems.
Interestingly, polypores are used in traditional medicine, and they are actively studied for their medicinal value and various industrial applications. Several polypore species are serious pathogens of plantation trees and are major causes of timber spoilage.
Text partially from Wikipedia.
This Golden Retriever lives a few blocks from me and when He and Trish go for a walk they stop in to see me.. I wrote a little limerick and he wound up in a little bath tub.. Couldn't figure that one out, it was so obvious.. I was telling another friend about the pictures and what I had said and she said that the word washed gave me the bathtub try cleaned instead.. Made all the difference in the world... Created in MidJourney.. Prompt:
There is a Golden Retriever named Copper
He’s a real love and Oh, so proper
But he cleans my face
When he visits my place
And he really is a big bopper!!
Image of a Passion flower vine, looked very interesting. Got in close to get a Macro of this unique shape. Wishing all my Flickr Friends a wonderful Sunday. Hope y'all like it.
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Thanks for all your wonderful support on my work in the art of Photography. Hope you all like it.
Gaston (aka Gasssman).
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I have always believed in life that life is like a mirror to us.
People come into our lives to teach us, some we may perceive as our enemies in the moments of our betrayal or whatever pain this person has caused you. In time and with inner guidance and contemplation I know that those we perceive as our enemies are nothing more than ‘teachers’ in disguise to expose that part of us that is our deepest wounding.
The lessons are painful and these painful lessons are more profound, have a deeper impact dependent upon the depth of feelings we have for that person.
I was accused of being unforgiving and nothing could be further from the truth. I can forgive, but that does not mean I have to tolerate bad behavior from others when I have felt unfairly treated over and over again – everyone deserves a 2nd chance in life and throughout my life I have forgiven more times than most people have deserved and only ended up being betrayed, hurt over and over by the same people. There comes a time in life when you simply have to walk away, remove yourself from their life.
It does not mean you have not forgiven them, it simply means you honor yourself more.
I have fallen hard, because I loved too much, cared too much and it hurts. The kaleidoscope of emotions flood through me like a raging river that at times I feel like I am drowning in.
Love transcends the physical dimensional world and love resides inside of me like a volcano that is capable of erupting into a hot flow of sultry passion with the right man. It is glorious divine presence to have someone affect you so deeply that your love for them is beyond words and beyond comprehension at times. All I know is – it is magical, breathtaking and their happiness becomes your happiness.
To give expression to this Love inside of me is the greatest gift and the greatest blessing ever in life.
Never underestimate the feelings of others and the impact we each have on each other.
When I love it is for all eternity, Love is the most powerful of all emotions accept for the polar opposite – hate which is equally as powerful as Love but in such a toxic negative way.
No matter how hurtful a person has been, no matter how cruel my experiences of them may be, there is this part of me that will continue to hold a part of them inside my heart.
In time the pain and suffering subsides and you move on with your life. The journey is a slow one, because I feel too deeply and the love never dies for me. Yes I may go through negative emotions initially but these toxic feelings subside and all I feel is overwhelming love once more along with heartache.
It is as if all the wounds of the past of betrayal, loss & grief overwhelm me beyond comprehension.
I understand the learning I need to make –I have walked this road so often in my lifetime.
It is as if anything that is beautiful and good in my life is destroyed and ripped out from underneath me in this life.
I have learnt to shut down, withdraw for fear of every feeling so broken again. To shut down is the greatest tragedy of all – so in time you open up again, allow yourself to love again and give your all.
The wounding is deep and relates to my real life, but, this virtual world I have discovered so many times becomes a platform to mirror to you that which you need to heal in your real life.
At the same time – we never truly know who we are dealing within a virtual world.
You get back up in life and you find the courage to take small steps forward over and over again.
You once more find the dim light inside of yourself and through your understanding, patience with yourself - ignite that fire inside of you once more.
Our deepest yearning is to be loved and to be loved in return, it is a pretty simple desire but yet it seems to elude me over and over despite having experienced the most pure beautiful unconditional love that most never experience in a lifetime. I am blessed and cursed at the same time.
Because to live a life now and never experience that beautiful elixir of love again is a life not lived.
I am so tired of not living a life without that deep passionate love.
The worst part is to have tasted it again briefly to then have it taken away from you is the cruellest of cruel of life, or to discover it was just an illusion.
It is like being thirsty in a desert and nothing quenches your thirst
For now – the darkness overwhelms me inside that terrible dark vortex of anxiety, overwhelming emotions, confusion, heartache, most of all loss & grief.
Once more the deepest wounds have been cracked wide open.
What are my lessons through all of this is a constant question. I think I have got it in the past, but still these same experiences have once more hit me hard.
Learning to live with ‘what is’ as opposed to how we wish for things to be. But why taste this elixir once more for it to be ripped out from underneath you? This just torments me for now
It took me several years to heal after the last relationship that had gone to real life.
Just when I believed I had found my happy place in life – another deeply painful lesson comes along. It is as if it has opened up every wounding from the past.
The mysteries of being human continue to delude me. Perhaps my greatest lesson is the Buddha’s quote
Pain is inevitable – suffering is optional
And the root of suffering is attachment
It is difficult to love without attachment – perhaps that is the lesson that is needed right now.
Bless this mess and may I once more find the love and light inside of myself that feels so overshadowed by grief right now.
But then again grief is nothing more than the depth of love you have felt for someone.
Sometimes I wished I did not love so deeply.
For now it seems empty, painful & shallow to be in world and I take solace in using my emotions and energy into my flickr and creative works of others.
Life is a beautiful tragedy . . . Chant Lyric
An old shot I found in my files... Apparently originally on FILM. What a concept! These shots are from a Canon Snappy EL that I paid almost nothing for. It's when I started taking an interest in photography as more than a passing interest.
«Let all the wounds of sorrow go to another dusk; let them hush in another mirror lake»
Odysseus Elytis, "Dionysus" (Orientations, 1940)
«Κι ας παν τα τραύματα της λύπης σ’ άλλο μούχρωμα – σ’ άλλον λιμναίο καθρέφτη να σωπάσουν»
Οδυσσέας Ελύτης, "Διόνυσος" (Προσανατολισμοί, 1940)
www.nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1979...
Inspiring post about fires and Pelješac can be found at
www.chasingthedonkey.com/travel-to-peljesac/#2-Wounded-pl...
A look at a copper solenoid (a coil of wire designed to produce a magnetic field when electric current is passed through it) seen perpendicular to the long axis of the device.
This solenoid was wound around a square frame, which gives rise to the sharp ‘cutoff’ at its top edge. The area of the coil in the photo is about an inch square. Straight outta the camera, except for a crop.
HMM!
P.S. From my end, Flickr is close to not being functional at all at this point. I can’t search, I can’t see my groups, and the notifications are hallucinating. I’m uploading this from my iPad using the (now unsupported) Photo Explorer app. So with this I’m going to sign off from Flickr until after the transition to Amazon Cloud is complete ...
... and hope for the best.
See you then.
( #charcoal , #drawing on 200gsm rough #paper , 11.5 x 17 in)
been working on this while I was recovering from an injury...
This piece is a part of my Vanity project which shows and/or includes my hand/s as my rendition of a self portrait because I choose to show who I really am through every lines of my hands.
for details/close-up=> www.saatchiart.com/art/Drawing-ALL-WOUNDS-HEAL/980307/481...
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"If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents and all generations of your ancestors. All of them are alive in this moment. Each is present in your body. You are the continuation of each of these people." - Thich Nhat Hanh (quote)
You see-
- Faces shows "what we choose to look like" to control of what others thinks of us - our REPUTATION
- Hands shows "who we are" - our CHARACTER
Our hands is our true identity.
Bear in mind that Reputation and Character are two very different things.
Reputation is that which people are believed to be; character is that which people are!