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All I Ask Of You
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′′ I'm not asking you to kiss me.
Don't apologize to me
when i think ur wrong.
I won't even ask you to hug me when I need it most,
I don't ask you to tell me how beautiful I am,
even if it's a lie,
not write me anything nice.
I won't even ask you to call me
To tell me how your day went,
not tell me you miss me.
I will not ask you to thank me
For everything I do for you,
Nor that you care about me
when my souls are down,
and of course, I won't ask you
To support me in my decisions.
I won't even ask you to listen to me when I have many stories to tell you.
I won't ask you to do anything, not even be by my side forever.
Because if I have to ask you, I don't want it anymore."
- Frida Kahlo
...for more. This is such a scary time, and I hope all of my friends are safe. My wedding is now postponed until August, work is crazy, but I am beyond blessed to have my health, have work, and have my soulmate here with me through it all. Take care, stay safe, and love with all of your heart ♥
I have been asked to "keep the blue alive" ...I know that was a joke...but...here ..is.....my......
........................................................................."alive blue"......................................................................
Thanks a lot ...Dio....for your..."keep the blue alive" ......
Have a nice day...everybody...many thanks for your visits and comments...
see you very soon..
Pongsak..
# explore 27 July 09.....#26
"If you stand for a reason, be prepared to stand alone like a tree, and if you fall on the ground, fall like a seed that grows back to fight again." ~ Anonymous
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♪ Wax - In Some Other World (Rude Version)
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Day 31
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Had Fun doing this project with some people here :* and sharing my shoot's in this month , I'm blessed to have a contacts like you ALL , hope you all enjoy my stream in this month :D , there are some important events happened to me in october :") !
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And sorry i was busy these days ♥ :"D
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Ask restaurant was formerly a bank and the curved wall of the building is adorned with some of the 32 caryatids, or armless ladies, which continue along the adjoining terrace of shops. They date from about 1840 and are loosely based on similar columns at the Acropolis in Athens. We are so used to them but they are really quite a sight to behold and something that shouldn’t be missed if visiting Cheltenham.
Taken at night for Smile on Saturday theme City by Night, HSoS 😊
Do you empathise with the fish or the bird, I wonder? Several people have expressed sympathy for the fish in previous photos 'Do they ever get away?' I have been asked. Almost never.
The Great Crested Grebes work hard for their catch - they dive below the surface for about 30 seconds, cover a surprising distance under the water, and only bring up a fish every 10 - 20 dives. This one managed to catch two fish in the space of about half an hour. Nature as it is lived in the wild.
All I Ask
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Ne yere, ne göğe ismini yazdım.
Senin ismini aşkım,
Kalbime yazdım...
I wrote your name neither on the ground nor on the skies.
I wrote your name, my love
On my heart...
Özdemir Asaf ( 1923 - 1981 )
#9 - Bell, 52 in 2015 Challenge
This is my last photo for the group, 52 in 2015 Challenge.
Finished a little early this time.....it's been fun, for the second year in a row. Hope to see you all next year, as well as some new Flickr friends joining us!
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The girl spent most of the next three days cleaning the theater, scavenging chairs from other buildings, and even finding some curtains that could be used to dress up the stage.
The Angel would drop in occasionally, to watch, or sit and chat, and on one occasion to do maintenance on her leg frame, which fascinated the girl.
"Does it ever hurt?" she asked the Angel, who was tightening something, with a fixed look of concentration on her face.
"Oh no, well; rarely, I did try dancing last year and that got a bit iffy, although I'd been to the ballerina camp so I was slightly wobbly from the Vodka.
"I'm wondering if you *are* one of the Russian Ballet members, you know - I visited the camp last night .. " The girl rubbed the back of her head as if soothing a headache, then continued .. "They asked me to help them out."
The Angel glanced up from her work, a twinkling eye directed at the girl...."A tasting?" she asked.
The girl shook her head, then thought better of it, grasping the back of her head again. "No, no.... washing, I needed to wash a few things, and traded my time.." She paused a moment... "might have been some tasting...."
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Reflected at Eulennest Gallery
Exhibiting through to Dec 5
Thank you my friend Tyler ! I enjoyed a lot to share this moment with you, It was fun (even with so many crash :))
Credits : elemiahchoche.com/ask-the-moon/
The beautiful Tyler's version is here :
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A friend asked me: "After all these Safaris you made, what are you looking for this time? What is it you like to snap this time?"
My answer was: "Honey Badger! We´v seen them often, but I never was able to get a clean shot of one of those guys. They always tend to disappear in the grass only allowing blurry butt shots."
As if someone had listened, luck was on our side and we had this lovely badger in hunting mode for several minutes. The critter never stood still but I was lucky enough to get some nice shots, at least.
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تبحثُ عن الهُدوءِ !!
قلّل إهتِمامك ..
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وغيرنا المودل :P
جلسه تصوير أخرى مع الجميله منور
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My son and I are quite the team. For those of you who know Micah from my early Flickr days, he's now 14. A beautiful and growing teenager who has had challenges all his life with being diagnosed with severe autism and intellectual disability from a young age. Despite being non-verbal, he's always had a joyful spirit and loves with his whole heart. A few months ago my heart almost stopped as he begun having seizures. The first was the worst but he's continued to have many of what they call focal seizures since. He's started medication but they are not under control. I'm left trying to find help from hard to contact specialists and it makes me feel like I'm drowning some days because I don't know what else to do to help him. It seems so unfair. I want to rage but I feel sad. So asking for prayers, for him, for me, for a better balance of my spirit xx
If you ask most gardeners, they might be quick to tell you that the thistle plant has no reason to be near their favorite plants. However I always have loved seeing the transition that the plant makes from bud to bloom to soft fuzzy bits. Once I did a bit of online sleuthing, I discovered that many critters enjoy this plant as much as I do.
Thistledown is the pappus of a thistle consisting of silky featherlike hairs attached to the seed-like fruit of a thistle.
Thistle flowers are the favourite nectar sources of the pearl-bordered fritillary, small pearl-bordered fritillary, high brown fritillary, and dark green fritillary butterflies.[8] Thistles and thistle-seed feeders provide important sustenance for goldfinches and the flowers are strongly favoured by many butterflies besides fritillaries such as the monarch, skippers, and the various types of tiger swallowtail. Hummingbirds will feed on the flowers of the biennial species, which feature large flowers, as compared with the perennial creeping thistle.
IMPORTANT: for non-pro users who read the info on a computer, just enlarge your screen to 120% (or more), then the full text will appear below the photo with a white background - which makes reading so much easier.
The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
And his loyal swamp puppies! Ask first before petting!
☆Featured Camp Syndicate Items☆
✦ SOMEONE → Stillwater Triton Skin (Murky)
✦ Kururu → Kiara Hair
You can find all of the Camp Syndicate Items ☆HERE☆ until November 9th! As usual, I have linked all creator's Marketplaces or in-world locations so that you can find the goodies after the event ends!
P.S. If you're interested in also being a big swamp puppy, you can get it from the Cerberus marketplace, ☆HERE☆, with the Bayou Beast coming in several sizes and the ability to be quadrupedal or bipedal!