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there you are
as you always were
in bathing light
and naked blur
you're a part of me
eternal one
by grand design
and setting sun
if you wait, i will wait
taste, i will taste
if you love, i will love
run, i will run
to my last breath
last night i turned around and thought i saw myself turning
inside the strangest dream of life unloved and cities burning
awake in my arms
you crying unharmed
our age of the hours
when they still devour all
so take it all
i doubt if we
will know it's gone
cause we've been here
since time began
begged god
awake and make these plans
wound opens
reveal this broken man
and soon there's notion
of blood on his hands
if you wait, i will wait
taste, i will taste
if you love, i will love
run, i will run
to my last breath
last night i turned around, i thought i saw myself turning
last night i turned around and thought i watched the world ending
inside the crushing i felt the pang, the tide was turning
destroyed in the wake
the jealous ingrates
who'll tear this world down
to spite god above
with his own love
with his own love
if you wait
if you wait
if you wait, i will wait
taste, i will taste
if you love, i will love
run, i will run
to my last breath
October 2018
Someone scratched it a couple of days ago.
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Paris, Musée du Louvre, October 2021
Jean-Jacques (James) Pradier, Un fils de Niobé (Niobide blessé) (1822).
Wild South Africa
Kruger National Park
I took a few hours off from work today after I learned through the grapevine that a leopard had killed a warthog over the weekend and pulled it up a Mopani tree, 4 Km from the Phalaborwa entrance gate. Everyone in town with a mobile phone, iPad and/or camera rushed to the scene over the weekend to take photos of the poor beast. This morning however, only a few vehicles were present and the leopard had left the tree to hide under Mopani shrubs against the sun and the camera lenses. After a while it got up, crossed the road and disappeared in a ditch. Everybody left but I stayed a bit longer hoping that the leopard might reappear. I was not disappointed as it soon came out of the ditch and walked straight towards me where I was parked across from where the ditch was. Since my camera was mounted to my door I could not close my window and had to reverse to get out of harms way. I had no idea what the cat had in mind! Anyway, it re-crossed the road right in front of my vehicle and settled down on the shoulder of the road, two meters away from the open passenger window of my car. I for a moment thought that the poor thing was looking for company. I then again moved to the other side of the road to fit the leopard in my viewfinder (I only had my prime lens with me) and after a few shots my memory card was full, the leopard probably became irritated, got up and disappeared again, and I rushed home to tell my story.
The animal has a neck wound which I suspect was caused by the late warthog. It does not look serious though.
This encounter made my day, as Clint Eastwood would have said.
The image was not cropped, only re-sized.
I am over here with some amazing film photographers.
Took a walk with Mamiya and a roll of Reala. It really is my favorite film.
Mamaiya 645
Fuji Reala
21:365
Sometimes you see a scene that touches your heart and you feel invasive for taking the photo but you want to record the moment. This man with a wheelchair, his son and wife were at San Onofre Beach which is part of Camp Pendleton Marine Base.
I think the part that hurt was seeing the son covering up his legs with sand just as his dad did. And seeing the paddleboarders standing up right out in front of them.
Unfortunately or fortunately, there are quite a few wheelchairs on this particular stretch of beach, just down from the surfers.
Semper Fi.
This Hippo had clearly been in the wars previously, with a Red Billed Oxpecker taking advantage of a free meal.
Monarch butterfly face. He is aged and his eyes are battered, but his tube-like tongue or proboscis in good shape and all wound up in a coil.
The curtain appears to be dripping blood at the abandoned auditorium of the Apollo High School in Burlington, Iowa.
Can anybody help me with these exit wounds
I don't know how much more love, this heart can lose
And I'm dying, dying from these exit wounds
I'm losing my best friend.
I can see a thousand things I've done wrong, in retrospect. It's always too late to fix, of course, in these instances.
I never knew this would happen, never saw things a certain way, maybe took it all for granted and figured true friendship always prevails.
Maybe I misread, or maybe I ignored.
I'm not stupid, or shallow, or oblivious.
I'm rarely shocked by things....but this week has been a chain of shocking revelations and uncomfortable realizations within myself, about myself.
I'm far from perfect, always have been. Maybe I'm farther than I ever thought. After all.
I'm losing my best friend.
From the series "Secret life of the trees".
Created after very last 5 days in Canada...
Who were the Druids? Popular folklore tells us they were ancient Celtic wise men. They wore long robes and had long, flowing beards. Merlin, the famous magician of King Arthur's court, was reputedly a Druid. They are credited with having built Stonehenge and other megalithic monuments throughout Great Britain and Europe.
Other sources tell us Druids were men and women who were really into trees. Their ceremonies were conducted in the open air, often in oak groves. The word Druid is apparently derived from the ancient Celtic words for oak and truth--dru and druidh. Other trees were also very important to them, including yew, hazel, walnut, willow, rowan, ash and birch. Tree symbolism was used in their religious and philosophical teachings, and in their calendar and system of writing, called Ogham.
Druids also believed that trees are like a humans. They deliver a babies, they grow, sometimes they get an illness, they fight, and they die...
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MA SHA ALLAH
There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child. There are seven million.
(Walt Streightiff)
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