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"Sometimes we talk all night long, we don't shut up
And when it's late we'll say we're still wide awake so...
We love to talk about how you'll come up to visit me
And we'll rent a car and we'll drive upstate
It's affection, always
You're gonna see it someday
My attention's on you
Even if it's not what you need
I think of you, I want you too
I'd fall for you"
The Half Moon Market - Claw-foot Side Table - Beech
[QE Home] Hanging Tapestry -So Deer
Squishy Fluff - D20 Bangle
Petite Mort- Own Way Novelty Tank.
6 BP [Figure 8] Panda (Gacha)
Metallic Nails Bento - L.I.C.
Raya and her two months old quarter horse filly Rose.
Sorry, but I had to upload this one, photo-technically it may not be the best one, but the bond between daughter and mother can not be expressed a lot better... ;)))
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In 1960, Los Angeles shone like a promise. Hotel façades glittered under neon lights, orchestras played standards in glowing garden lounges, and society evenings followed one another like an endless parade. It was in this vibrant city that Meur Morris, a respected elderly businessman, arrived for a series of receptions meant to strengthen his alliances. To accompany him, he hired Sharra, a young woman whose elegance matched the sharpness of her mind.
Sharra was not only beautiful. She possessed that rare way of looking at people as if they were already important before they even spoke. In the hushed salons, she stood straight and attentive, offering Morris a reassuring and distinguished presence. But it was Darius, an associate from Chicago, who first noticed the gentleness behind her confidence.
Darius lived a tidy, almost motionless life. Married for ten years, father of a little boy he saw too seldom, he moved through existence as one walks down a corridor without windows. The Los Angeles soirées were a parenthesis for him, a space where he could breathe differently. When he met Sharra, he felt something inside him awaken instantly.
Their first conversation took place on a terrace overlooking the city. Sharra simply asked whether he liked his work. Darius answered with a banal sentence, then found himself speaking more: about Chicago, about routine, about the feeling of having become a man no one truly noticed anymore. Sharra listened without judgment, with that rare attentiveness that gives each word a new weight.
As the receptions went on, they often found themselves off to the side— in a corner of a salon, near a window, or in a garden where the music seemed to float above them. Nothing abrupt, nothing forbidden: only sincere exchanges, whispered confidences, smiles that lasted a little too long. Darius discovered in Sharra a quiet strength, a way of understanding the world without forcing it. She, in turn, saw in him a tired but deeply good man, someone who had never truly had the chance to be himself.
One evening, after a particularly lively reception, they walked together along the hotel pool. The lights reflected on the water like shards of glass. Darius stopped, hesitant, then admitted he no longer knew what he was searching for in his life. Sharra placed a light hand on his arm and told him he didn’t need to understand everything right away. Sometimes, she said, it’s enough to recognize what moves us in order to move forward.
That sentence stayed in him like an ember. Their relationship, though discreet, took on an unexpected depth. They didn’t speak of the future or of promises. They simply remained present for one another, in this city where everything seemed possible and yet so fragile. Darius found himself smiling more often, looking at Sharra the way one looks at a light one no longer expected.
But Los Angeles was only a stopover. The receptions ended, the contracts were signed, and each had to return to their own path. The night before departure, they met in an empty salon. Darius told her he didn’t know how to name what they had lived. Sharra replied that some encounters don’t need a name to exist. They leave a trace, and that is already a great deal.
They parted without drama, without tears. One last look, one last softness. Darius returned to Chicago, aware that his life would no longer be quite the same. Sharra stayed in Los Angeles, carrying within her the memory of a man who had found, for the span of a few evenings, a space where his heart could breathe.
What was meant to be a simple contract had become a luminous parenthesis. A brief but sincere adventure. A meeting where Darius’s need for affection crossed Sharra’s quiet strength. And in the tumult of the years to come, each would keep this story as a gentle secret, a reminder that even the most monotonous lives can be touched by an unexpected spark.
I am reposting this photo in remembrance of my dear girl friend Biba.
Tomorrow will be two years that she left us.
We always remember you ... and we always love you.
Forever.
~moment of tenderness between my daughter Dora and our dog Biba... they love each other so very much...
and Biba is so gentle and full of love and confidence... and yet so big and strong and mighty!~
~My Interestingness by isaias.com.mx~
Photo Mirna Bronić © All rights reserved
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Storm light is so amazing to shoot under. This is an amazing location and to be here with amazing storm light makes capturing landscape images so easy. This places was so amazing that I came away with 3 amazing images from this sunrise location.
This is probably my last upload from my Canon EOS system as I've been shooting landscapes with the Sony a7R ii.
Schwabacher Landing
Grand Teton National Park, Wyoming
I was awestruck by the way the elder one was holding, what must have been, his younger sibling while the mother was busy grooming! Pretty soon the one in the middle was into his antics..tight rope walking.. doing it perfectly! The prankster then sat on the thin rope and was showing off to a few audiences as well.. may be expecting some applauding!
Dhamrai has so many monkeys wandering around and its really fun to watch them. The more you watch them the more you question yourself.. did I really come from them?!!? LOL
PS: Sorry friends.. I haven't been on Flickr much lately being physically indisposed (fever, cough and cold) and I know I have some catching up to do! But do please bear with me.. Thanks
It's easy to anthropomorphise the natural world and even get downright sentimental however there's obviously a feeling of contentment and connection between this female guillemot and her chick. A fundamental part of what keeps it all going.
It's also a fairly decent shot of a bridled guillemot - which I've been after for some time.
Press L or Z - especially to get a good look at the little ones expression.
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Above all else, guard your affections. For they influence everything else in your life.
Proverbs 4:23
"You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection." Buddha
ILLUMINATONE ~ MID KATOOMBA FALLS
Still some places on my waterfall workshop Sat 21 Nov garyphayes.com/photography/…/wild-waterfall-workshop/
Rainy days and mist days always promises so much and when the light breaks, like some celestial harp, across the waterfalls and escarpments, it is truly magical. It makes one feel so rewarded and self deserving after walking through and standing in the moisture for hours on end.
Sony A7r2 ~ 55mm FE Zeiss x 3 vStitch ~ 0.4s (handheld) ~ f14 ~ ISO 100
Blue Mountains Australia Scenic World Blue Mountains Visit NSW Sydney.com Australia.com Hawkesbury N.S.W. Australia
Félins pliés à partir de la base préliminaire. Papier kraft traité à la gomme arabique + pigment. 17.5 x 17.5cm.
Felids folded from the preliminary base. Kraft paper treated with gum arabic + pigment. 17.5 x 17.5cm
these clouds were so pretty though no rain...as they sadly move on. You can see however it's greening up compared to the late winter..have a great weekend.
...facing east.
This is the final stage of the birds sharing the nest before the one on the right climbs up the branch and flies off to go hunting for the family. Third in the series.
from the eyes and face of the mother one can understand the feelings about affection.
thanks for every one for views, faves, and comments.
Black-tailed prairie dogs are very social animals. These two were clearly showing affection for one another, with something akin to kisses and grooming one another. Taken in the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge. It was the nation's first bison refuge. Our beautiful world being passed on.
The swan-necked head lay on the white cushions, silver fence, and a gentle smile hovered in his eyes, the cheeks still smooth, the mouth serene. Not even a sigh or a moan revealed the long ordeal of a lifetime: the little hand was looking for my head in a silent caress of blessing. "Why - he asked me - is your face pale?" » Surprised, I remained silent. But he didn't insist. And the warm breath of his sweet affection even of every pain it soothed the torment. Now I search for the scant words, but in vain, my lost Mother, the light caresses and, deep down in the secret of my soul, the clear light of your blind eyes.
Poetry by
Lea Luzzati Segre Sorrowful Mother
Even organized by: Ombre D'Arte, Associazione Culturale
Location: Villa Molin
Model: Lucretia Von Denaly
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