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The Russian word for butterflies and moths means 'little soul' and in Greek it means 'soul'.

According to Mircea Eliade's Encyclopedia of Religion, some of the Nagas of Manipur trace their ancestry from a butterfly.

In some old culture Butterfly also symbolize rebirth into a new life after being inside a cocoon for a while.

 

in en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butterfly

 

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WITH A WATER-LILY

   

SEE, dear, what thy lover brings;

'Tis the flower with the white wings.

Buoyed upon the quiet stream

In the spring it lay adream.

 

Homelike to bestow this guest,

Lodge it, dear one, in thy breast;

There its leaves the secret keep

Of a wave both still and deep.

 

Child, beware the tarn-fed stream;

Danger, danger, there to dream!

Though the sprite pretends to sleep,

And above the lilies peep.

 

Child, thy bosom is the stream;

Danger, danger, there to dream!

Though above the lilies peep,

And the sprite pretends to sleep.

 

//Henrik Ibsen

The Andes... my heart just stoped to bit for 1 minute and i couldnt stop to see this..

This contrast is so powerful and full of life!

Amazing place.. and i want to see this again! ;)

“The fate of the bridges is to be lonely; because bridges are to cross not to stay!”

 

Mehmet Murat ildan

What's behind the red fence?

“A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.” ― John Lennon

 

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Same day before the horse.

 

For the end scene you must know this: flic.kr/p/2jekhSv

 

Note Jan 2022: I truly FED UP by your tree pictures and mentions!

I will not bear to see one more!!!!

Benoit Courti - Somehow i followed you.

Yes , that was a great task for me to catch a shot with my son - the goalkeeper of the house!!

Moves his hand in every possible millisecond !!

Camera in one hand , another one is you can see....

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Sakia

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This picture was taken from a moving car on our way to Kuruva Island, wayanad

We all have a dream of escaping the daily duties and bills. Or ...

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Photographed on the theme - A dream.

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Best viewed on black.

Recent discoveries of the first dinosaur fossils in Scotland were from the Jurassic rocks of Staffin in the Isle of Skye Area of Scotland.

 

Spectacular seabirds can be seen flying in and out of these vast ancient rocks, some of which are the Fulmar and the Kittiwake who nest among the cliffs below. Others, like the gannet, a summer visitor travel here to feed from as far away as Sula Sgeir, the Flannan Islands.

  

From a snapshot taken at Pony Hell (private sim)

The day of many lights... i'll never forget it.

Aquinnah Beach, Martha's Vineyard 2005

Shangri-La is often told to us to be only a figment of our imagination that we keep hidden from ourselves in our deepest secret dreams. It's a place and time that we all yearn for and search for, only to have it disappear from our fingertips or thoughts like an elusive dream. But sometimes, sometimes if you wish for something and open your thoughts to endless possibilities, it may come true. So it was for me, a short cut, a wrong road, onto a super bloom plain of flowers and colors of a magnitude and magical properties I didn’t think earthly possible. A time and place where reality and myth blurred together into one’s personal Shangri-La heaven. It beckons you to leave your vehicle behind and walk with a young heart and dreams onto fields of wonder. And that sense of wonderment and awe will never leave you, even when the fog and mist have lifted.

 

May you find your special place and time.

 

Carrizo Plain National Monument, California.

Photo taken and processed in Topaz Colored pencil 1.

 

A snake came to my water-trough

On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,

To drink there.

In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree

I came down the steps with my pitcher

And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before me.

  

He reached down from a fissure in the earth-wall in the gloom

And trailed his yellow-brown slackness soft-bellied down, over the edge of the stone trough

And rested his throat upon the stone bottom,

And where the water had dripped from the tap, in a small clearness,

He sipped with his straight mouth,

Softly drank through his straight gums, into his slack long body,

Silently.

  

Someone was before me at my water-trough,

And I, like a second comer, waiting.

  

He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do,

And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do,

And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment,

And stooped and drank a little more,

Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels of the earth

On the day of Sicilian July, with Etna smoking.

The voice of my education said to me

He must be killed,

For in Sicily the black, black snakes are innocent, the gold are venomous.

  

And voices in me said, If you were a man

You would take a stick and break him now, and finish him off.

  

But must I confess how I liked him,

How glad I was he had come like a guest in quiet, to drink at my water-trough

And depart peaceful, pacified, and thankless,

Into the burning bowels of this earth?

  

Was it cowardice, that I dared not kill him? Was it perversity, that I longed to talk to him? Was it humility, to feel so honoured?

I felt so honoured.

  

And yet those voices:

If you were not afraid, you would kill him!

  

And truly I was afraid, I was most afraid, But even so, honoured still more

That he should seek my hospitality

From out the dark door of the secret earth.

  

He drank enough

And lifted his head, dreamily, as one who has drunken,

And flickered his tongue like a forked night on the air, so black,

Seeming to lick his lips,

And looked around like a god, unseeing, into the air,

And slowly turned his head,

And slowly, very slowly, as if thrice adream,

Proceeded to draw his slow length curving round

And climb again the broken bank of my wall-face.

  

And as he put his head into that dreadful hole,

And as he slowly drew up, snake-easing his shoulders, and entered farther,

A sort of horror, a sort of protest against his withdrawing into that horrid black hole,

Deliberately going into the blackness, and slowly drawing himself after,

Overcame me now his back was turned.

  

I looked round, I put down my pitcher,

I picked up a clumsy log

And threw it at the water-trough with a clatter.

  

I think it did not hit him,

But suddenly that part of him that was left behind convulsed in undignified haste.

Writhed like lightning, and was gone

Into the black hole, the earth-lipped fissure in the wall-front,

At which, in the intense still noon, I stared with fascination.

  

And immediately I regretted it.

I thought how paltry, how vulgar, what a mean act!

I despised myself and the voices of my accursed human education.

  

And I thought of the albatross

And I wished he would come back, my snake.

  

For he seemed to me again like a king,

Like a king in exile, uncrowned in the underworld,

Now due to be crowned again.

  

And so, I missed my chance with one of the lords of life.

And I have something to expiate:

A pettiness.

  

Taormina, 1923

D.H. Lawrence

 

Eastern Massasauga Rattlesnake (Sistrurus catenatus catenatus)

"Not too near and not too far

Out of the stress of the crowd

Music screams as elephants scream

When they lift their trunks and scream aloud

For joy of the night when masters are

Asleep and adream."

 

D.H. Lawrence

Se desideri qualcosa, tutto l’universo cospira affinchè il tuo desiderio si realizzi.

Paulo Coelho, L’Alchimista

 

[Commending the dreams to the black of night ...

If you want something, all the universe conspires... so that your wish comes true.

Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist]

 

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The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.

 

Albert Einstein

"She came with a warning label"

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No lo verás, puesto que es invisible, y se muestra tan sólo a quienes tienen el poder de dejarse tocar y dejarse movilizar por aquel gran ángel y gratificante sentimiento.

 

No podrás entenderme, ya que tu vida ah sido un eterno dolor y una interminable búsqueda de la satisfacción y completa estabilidad material.

 

No confiarás en mí, debido a mis tropiezos y la etapa “decisión y duda” en la cual me enfrento.

 

Pero ten en claro estas tres cosas:

(Ya que son fundamentales si me amas y

Tienes la voluntad necesaria para confiar en mí.)

 

1.El sueño que me sostiene y me da vida, es mi sueño y me hace volar y caminar entre jazmines tapada en seda, y no pienso dejar que no me sostenga y me complemente. No.

 

2.Mi vida en estos dieciocho años, ah sido no más que una historia normal y hasta privilegiada, si comparamos con otras las cuales dios llora desde el cielo, pero es mi vida; y quiero ser feliz y vivir.

 

3.La decisión; mi decisión, ya esta tomada, sólo falta que el circulo que me dio vida y estuvo a mi lado desde el momento de mi concepción, pueda aceptarme y dejar de lado el derrumbe causado por mís mil y un equivocaciones que repito, son tropiezos, a los cuales me dispuse a levantarme y así fue.

 

Viví 8 años de mi vida preguntándome el “Porqué” de mis miedos y dolores alma-corazón, y ahora que encontré la respuesta, no pienso detenerme, porque hoy un 23 de septiembre de 2008, eh vuelto a nacer, y aquí comienza mi lucha, por aquello que muchas personas llaman, un sueño por cumplir.

   

Pandaleps

texto y foto

 

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“Your path is clear,” said Moon Man. “You just need to find it.”

~ Maria V. Snyder

 

{{click on image to view on black ~ a bit more surreal}}

What a journey. What scenery. I stood up to my waist in powder snow...

For once the 85mm f/1.8 lens behaved well shooting straight into the sunshine.

Breathtakingly beautiful Adreena, on the subway platform.

 

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Danny Leclair and Aubrey Loots share a moment by their cake ahead of their New Years Day wedding on the AIDS Healthcare Foundation's third annual float entry, "Living the Dream," for the 125th Tournament of Roses Parade in Pasadena, Calif., Friday, Dec. 27, 2013.

 

AHF float invokes the 2014 theme: âDreams Come True,â with Loots and Leclair âLiving the Dreamâ as they legally marry and proclaim

with AHF that âLove is the Best Protection,â recognizing the role marriage can play in reducing HIV infections among gay men. (Eric Reed /AP Images for AIDS Healthcare Foundation)

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