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The great white egret (Ardea alba) stands at the pond in its white robe - a bright spot on this foggy day.
(Image generated with mage.space, edited in Photoshop and PicsArt)
Einsamer Reiher
Im weißen Gewand steht der Silberreiher (Ardea alba) am Weiher - ein leuchtender Tupfer an diesem nebelverhangenen Tag.
Our hospitals are being equipped with walk through metal detectors.😵 What's next?
It's a mad mad world.
Because the crazy humans on earth are getting out of control 😱
My photo of Kitty at the cottage enhanced by AI
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I have carried rooms inside me
Where the windows would not rise,
Kept old weather in my breathing,
Kept goodbyes behind my eyes.
Then the tide reshaped my footprints,
Not to make them disappear,
But to fold them through the water
Into rhythms I could hear.
Every ending leaves a motion,
Every silence moves the air.
What I thought had gone forever
Was still changing everywhere.
The sky began within us,
Not beyond, not far away,
In the tide that keeps returning,
In the hands that choose to stay.
What we carry keeps on changing,
Giving yesterday new shape.
The sky began within us,
And it opens as we change.
I have watched the roots lift pavement,
Seen the green return through stone,
Felt a stranger’s quiet kindness
Turn a crowded place to home.
There are forces without language,
There are truths we cannot name;
Still they move through blood and branches,
Still they teach us how to change.
Every life leans into others,
Every breath becomes the air.
Even what we cannot answer
Can be something that we share.
The sky began within us,
Not beyond, not far away,
In the tide that keeps returning,
In the hands that choose to stay.
What we carry keeps on changing,
Giving yesterday new shape.
The sky began within us,
And it opens as we change.
If the road inside me closes,
If the old ache speaks again,
I will walk into the water,
Let the tide reshape the pain.
Not erase what I have carried,
Not pretend it never stayed,
Only give another meaning
To the marks that it has made.
The sky began within us,
Not beyond, not far away,
In the tide that keeps returning,
In the hands that choose to stay.
What we carry keeps on changing,
Giving yesterday new shape.
The sky began within us,
And it opens as we change.
It is here in every kindness,
In the ground beneath our feet,
In the wind across the water,
In every life we meet.
We belong to what surrounds us,
More than language can explain.
The sky began within us,
And it opens as we change.
Nothing gone,
Only changed.
Still becoming,
Still here.
The sky began within us
I asked AI to make a picture of a little girl walking on a country road while holding a balloon.
When I saw what AI created I remembered walking down a similar country road to get home from school when I lived in Poland.
Endless fields, wild flowers, fresh air and my grandparents' little farm in the distance.
My AI version of Sir John Everett Millais "Ophelia"
www.tate.org.uk/art/artworks/millais-ophelia-n01506/story...