ISO 5571 - Disney Photography Podcast
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Orchids in their vibrant glory, a living canvas unfurled,
Impressionist colors rising, like secrets softly swirled.
Chartreuse necks stretch skyward, reaching for the light,
In nature's tender embrace, they dance through day and night.
Intertwining vines, a lover's tender clutch,
In a desperate rhapsody of life, they yearn for nature's touch.
A symphony of creation, a masterpiece divine,
All waiting to display their Creator's palette, a rainbow so fine.
Each petal a stroke of genius, a brush of artful grace,
In every delicate curve and hue, a secret they embrace.
Orchids, the poets of the garden, their verses softly sung,
A testament to nature's hand, where beauty's truly sprung.
Pure emotion
Let it Burn
Like Fire
Do you yearn for a change
And I hope that you learned
To never make the same mistake
"Every age yearns for a more beautiful world. The deeper the desperation and the depression about the confusing present, the more intense that yearning."
Quote - Johan Huizinga
Here we will have a weekend with lots of sunshine……
Hope yours will be wonderful too!!!!
Pure emotion
Let it burn
Like fire
Do you yearn for a change?
And I hope that you learn
To never make the same mistake
The mind can calculate, but the spirit yearns ....& the heart wants what the heart wants .
--- Stephen King
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Zinnias, verbena & a gerbera daisy ....grown on the balcony & taken yesterday ....SOOC .
Thanks for the visit ....have a nice day :-)
Being able to say "I like it' or "I don't like it.' That's first :-)
Jan Groover
HBW! HGGT!
cornus, dogwood blossom, our yard, cary, north carolina
** In the busy, noisy chaotic world we live in, there are times, all I yearn for is silence **
This song keeps inspiring me so here it is again my dear friends^^
" Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence .. "
- DISTURBED -
sim: Snowy Monverdun
uber: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Monverdun/139/147/21
Tune in:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WiP3Y8HxreM
There's no life, without love they say. None worth having anyway, you're a mystery to me some days.
But that's what keeps me sane, the heart that yearns is always young. But you can't love just anyone, it's been a while since 21, but I still feel the same.
So take me home.
Don't spare the horses
Away to the silence I need
Take me home, don't spare the horses. Away to a gossamer breeze. I don't need to build a house of stone.
'Cause wherever you are's where I call home. 'Cause we're just you me, can drink and laugh and dance 'till 3.
'Cause I have everything I need, when I'm with you alone
Home is where we stay all night, no roof above our starry sky
I'd lie here 'till the day I die, and our time together's flown.
So take me home.
Don't spare the horses
Away to the silence I need
Take me home, don't spare the horses. Away to a gossamer breeze. I don't need to build a house of stone
'Cause wherever you are's where I call home. And I know I've made mistakes at times, every now and then I've made you cry
For that I'm sorry, but they were few and far between.
We're closer now than we've ever been, and you know I'm sorry.
I used to wonder, why I'm here, no rhyme no reason would appear.
But since we've met, it's loud and clear, I'm here to see you, home.
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Bruno Major / Dan Mcdougal / Daniel Mcdougall
Home lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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A long yearned for walk in the woods of my home spaces....what a place of rest and peace...
Textures added by:
Kerstin Frank - www.flickr.com/photos/kerstinfrank-design/8757655575/in/d...
Charlemont, MA woods
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Architecture should speak of its time and place, but yearn for timelessness,
~ Frank Gehry.
I took this in Surrey (BC).
The foreground building is the Surrey Central Library designed by Bing Thom. It's an incredible building and I wish I could have captured the entire building, but there were too many things in the way. I will try to post more of this amazing building if I can find another one that shows a bit more.
The Civic Hotel is in the background. This hotel is also in my image "Window to the World."
” The shiny things, The gold the silver…. Anything nice Expensive and loud, I adored the envy Yearned for the jealousy; I saw how the others Tried to have What I had, But those shiny things Couldn’t keep me Warm at night, They couldn’t protect me, Listen or be my friends; They were lifeless Heartless and emptiness, And then I met you; You were shiny too But it was a whole Different bling and shine “
Rest hope you all enjoy amsy work as always ^^
Amsy ♡
Location: BBBB Studio
Sitting Paragon: Whim
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Blue
~Erin Hanson~M
Perhaps you ache for freedom
For the blue that's in your eye,
Was given as a present
From the fabric of the sky,
And when you're gazing skywards
It's no wonder that you yearn,
When part of what you're made of
Always wishes to return.
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cross over... and turn
feel the spot... don't let it burn
we all want... we all yearn
be soft... don't be stern
lullaby...
was not supposed to make you cry...
i sang the words i meant...
i sang...
Lyrics by Low - Lullaby
at White Dunes States in Second Life
Christmas market 2021 in Frankfurt. People wearing masks but high attendance as people yearn for normality.
But oh my, oh my
I'll never learn if I never leap
I'll always yearn if I never speak
To be loved and love at the highest count
Means to lose all the things I can't live without
Let it be known that I will choose to lose
It's a sacrifice but I can't live a lie
Let it be known, let it be known that I tried
I'm so afraid but I'm open wide
I'll be the one to catch myself this time
Trying to learn to lean in to it all
Ain't it funny how the mighty fall?
Looking back I don't regret a thing
Yeah, I took some bad turns that I am owning
I'll stand still and let the storm pass by
Keep my heart safe 'til the time
feels right
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Watching David Attenborough’s Wild Isles on Sunday, just makes me yearn to go back to my happy place Skomer Island
In a sea of strangers you’ve longed to know me.
Your life spent sailing to my shores.
The arms that yearn to someday hold me,
will ache beneath the heavy oars.
Please take your time and take it slowly,
as all you do will run its course
and nothing else
can take what only,
was always meant as solely yours.
Poem by ~ Lang Leav ~
Taken at the beautiful Elvion
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Don't ever feel obligated to do so... . because I appreciate it much more, if it comes from the heart ♥
And if you can't, for any reason..... A favo will be fine too :p
For you, dear friends, this lovely origami Rose. Keep up the good spirit and stay safe and healthy!!
You could easily make a brooch from it ;-))
""Have you heard the story of the rose
that blooms in the night?
Without the sun’s presence
she grew from her own light
She did not yearn for
his warmth on her petals
For she knew she held the power
to radiate light from within
Though she had strong thorns
her heart was always open
For those with an open heart
can never be broken.""
Poem - Allie Michelle
Model: origami Rose
Design: Shin Han-Gyo
Diagrams in:
- Korea Convention Book 2008
- O(rigami) USA Convention Book 2011
Folded from one piece of shiny origami paper (15x15cm). Final size 6x6cm.
cross over and turn
feel the spot don't let it burn
we all want we all yearn
be soft don't be stern
lullaby
was not supposed to make you cry
I sang the words I meant
I sang
Sundown dazzling day
Gold through my eyes
But my eyes turned within
Only see
Starless and bible black
Old friend charity
Cruel twisted smile
And the smile signals emptiness
For me
Starless and bible black
Ice blue silver sky
Fades into grey
To a grey hope that oh yearns
To be
Starless and bible black
Sundown dazzling day
Gold through my eyes
But my eyes turned within
Only see
Starless and bible black
Old friend charity
Cruel twisted smile
And the smile signals emptiness
For me
Starless and bible black
I've always known
Since I was a young boy
In this world, everything's as good as bad
Now my father told me always speak a true word
And I have to say that is the best advice I've had
Because something burns inside of me
It's everything I long to be
And lies they only stop me from feeling free
Like a hobo from a broken home
Nothing's gonna stop me
Like a hobo from a broken home
Nothing's gonna stop me
I've never yearned for anybody's fortune
The less I have the more I am a happy man
Now my mother told me always keep your head on
Because some may praise you just to get what they want
And I said mama I am not afraid
They will take what they will take
And what would life be like without a few mistakes
Like a hobo from a broken home
Nothing's gonna stop me
Like a hobo from a broken home
Nothing's gonna stop me
I really want to hear you but
Your individuality breaks up
Words carry worries
Chaotic crescendos rise
Don’t sing all at once, either
I can’t help you if I don’t know
your unique challenges or hopes
I can’t rejoice in your victories either
I know you’d like to be a
chorus of living breathing talented lyrics
versus a cacophony
that makes even the most patient run.
But when the words have no meaning
when we lose ourselves in a
dissolving plot
it is impossible to see an exit.
Now, don’t laugh all at once.
I know there was a funny anecdote in there
But I don’t know whose it was and
if your uproar is with me or against me.
Now, don’t cry out all at once.
There aren’t enough tissues in the world
to get to each of your faces as you
yearn for new redemption.
When we don’t wait our turn
When we aren’t calm and enduring
When we insist we are the most important…
We are all doomed.
**All photos and poems are copyrighted**
Though this episode begins in a more traditional non fiction way, with many facts about how many mushrooms perish when the snow falls and temperatures plummet, the episode evolves further with a more empathetic feel. Even a mushroom documentary film maker must show the human side to the mushrooms and how they can suffer. Thus, there is a definite arc to the episode with a thrilling culmination of the collective voices of the mushroom community as they proclaim the following poem:
For days, we witnessed the ominous
“Winter is Coming!"
Well, winter is here, with it’s equal
wonder and terror
We cling to each other
like words in a sentence
without as many spaces.
We are withered, weathered,
and struggling to survive.
Lost souls shivering below flying doves
Past selves and Future selves
Culminating in a grim present moment
How much longer must we suffer and
Yearn for each sliver of daylight?
Oh, won’t some sweet soul
Come gallantly along
Crunching on the oppressive white
Pick us up out of our misery
Tear us from the dark tree bark
With all the dirt that hides under fingernails
And eat us alive?
**All photos are copyrighted**
While browsing through the old photos on my phone, I came across some wonderful memories from my visit to Perun Mountain at the start of last year. I strolled along the narrow paths of this lesser-known mountain, a sibling to the more famous Mosor Mountain, in search of tranquility amidst the bustling city of Split, which was clearly visible from my vantage point in the picture. It was truly a moment of discovery. I ventured deep into the cold winter night, yet my heart yearned to linger near the quaint St. George's Chapel. I promise myself to return there in the near future.
" Dancing bears,
Painted wings,
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings,
Once upon a December.
Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully across my memory
Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully across my memory.
Far away,
Long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart used to know,
Things it yearns to remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December ... "
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the remote vastness and wild beauty of iceland's immense Westfjords offer an experience which those who shared it will never forget and always yearn for repeating I guess.
It just seems that all would be wonderful if we didn't have to celebrate our birthdays in chronological order :-)
Robert Brault
HFF!! and Happy Birthday to me ;-)
chrysanthemum, 'Autumn Spice Igloo', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
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I long for you, I yearn for you,
I ache for you…
Please, bring all that I crave
in your incomparable self.
Come to me. Come to me. ~Shaikh Haneef
Just loved the up-close version of this image taken in August for the Art as Mindfulness Project.
Visit exact location it was shot
Over the past year, I have really struggled with having my business shut down, forced lockdowns all while wearing face diapers in public so I thought it was fitting to rezz a cage for me with doves flying free...
The symbolism of my doves is divine sovereignty versus captivity of humanity's free will. I yearn for true freedom.
(Divine sovereignty, which is that God exercises efficacious, universal, and loving control over, it is compatible with human freedom in that humans are free to do what they want to do, although God is sovereign over our desires)
I pray to my maker, for it is he who opens cages & restores clipped wings.
Original Post ;) www.flickr.com/photos/149454947@N03/51408250355/in/datepo...
Life along the backwaters seems to move at a leisurely pace and is in tune with the tropical elements of the beautiful area. I often yearn to have this type of life, but know that at my age, I have been "spoiled" way too long to survive the physical demands.
I'm getting lost in this city
These skyscrapers ain't what they used to be
Turn the clock back then maybe
I'll see a brighter light shining down on me
Been lost for some time
Growing restless trying to make out
The dreams in my mind
This silence is starting to kill
Slowly starting to ebb away my kind
I don't know if I'll make it through
I don't know if I'll stay alive
All I know is that the sun will rise
Hope to god it won't leave me behind
Take it all till I'm bruised and red
You know I yearn for the bright light up ahead
Every time I fall I burn inside
Tryin' to fight this pain I cannot hide
Every time I'm stuck inside the rough
I'm worried that I won't make it above
Oh I hear it coming
I'm straighten out cause I'm in love and
I'm finally starting to find my way
I'm tired of burning up in these flames
I feel it and I know
What I'm searching for
The things I'd do for you
Hear me say
Every time I fall I burn inside
Tryin' to fight this pain I cannot hide
Every time I'm stuck inside the rough
I'm worried that I won't make it up above
People like me we need to fly
Do every little thing to get us up high
I'm lost in this city feeling down
Worried if I'll make it safe and sound
And when this story ends
Will we find peace under our skin
And when this story ends
Will we find peace under our skin
Every time I fall I burn inside
Tryin' to fight this pain I cannot hide
Every time I'm stuck inside the rough
I'm worried that I won't make it up above
People like me we need to fly
Do every little thing to get us up high
I'm lost in this city feeling down
Worried if I'll make it safe and sound
And when this story ends
Will we find peace under our skin
And when this story ends
Will we find peace under our skin
Inspired by the old-world romance of Amsterdam; Red Light District is the best place to shop for the latest adult items by SL's boldest designers.
Image Entry for the Red Light District Photo Contest
SLURL: bit.ly/2lSb8Qx
Location: WonDerLand 2.0 Realm of Wonder
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Realm%20of%20Wonder/43/60/44
Model: Unknown
(please respond to be credited)
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Golden Wings
-Lara Nelemans-
♡
You fly on golden wings
High above my dreams
Will you take me with you?
Your spirit is free
And lives day to day in the moment,
Will you teach me how?
I long to know you,
Yearn for the freedom you bring.
For you life is a dance,
A song,
A tribute ready to be given.
You do not know me
But you cut to the very heart of me.
Words need not be spoken,
You are as you are
And you infect me with your passion,
Let me grow golden wings and fly with you
High above the earth.
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Reaching out with all my might,
I long to touch the one in which my soul ignites.
Everything burns,
Everything yearns,
Just to make a connection;
To feel the warmth of your loving affection.
This is a macro double image. A little fire and summer light for a crisp cool day. I hope it warms you from the inside out.
Thank you for the kind favs and comments. I hope you all have a bright and sunny day!
Z i b s k a
Shura
& Usha Deux
... Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember
Things my heart used to know
Things it yearns to remember
And a song someone sings
Shura (headpiece)
available at Zibska Mainstore
Usha Deux (Arm sleeve + adornments)
available at Flourish
from 23 Aug to 15 Sept