Asleep in the Garden of the Alchemist
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My cat in one of her favourite spots.
Two siblings sleeping, tired from a day's work in RL. Precious moments that I can share with my brother. We talk, we share words of comfort and a hug to go to sleep RL.
Tawny Frogmouth (Podargus strigoides)
Dad sitting proud on the nest this morning. I had hoped that today would be the day I got a first glimpse of the chicks but that will have to wait. The guy that lives across from the nest is pretty sure there are two chicks.
Photography by: Marie Whitfield
The opening scene in "The shape of Water" got my attention for the lightweightlessness of the objects that floated in the water and also for the serenity of the actress, deeply asleep in her sofa. This way I got inspiration to create some sort of aquatic sleeping beauty, dressed in garments of the epoch of the movie. And to complete my composition I added some details from the fashion world and a diva pose that allowed me show this stunning dress by Virtual Diva.
one of the things that made me happiest about this image, aside from seeing this barred owl seemingly undisturbed in its slumber, was that I could see buds on trees already set for Springtime ! In mid December, that is a cheery and promising sight to see :-)
Where the path closed
down and over,
through the scumbled leaves,
fallen branches,
through the knotted catbrier,
I kept going. Finally
I could not
save my arms
from thorns; soon
the mosquitoes
smelled me, hot
and wounded, and came
wheeling and whining.
And that’s how I came
to the edge of the pond:
black and empty
except for a spindle
of bleached reeds
at the far shore
which, as I looked,
wrinkled suddenly
into three egrets – – –
a shower
of white fire!
Even half-asleep they had
such faith in the world
that had made them – – –
tilting through the water,
unruffled, sure,
by the laws
of their faith not logic,
they opened their wings
softly and stepped
over every dark thing.
Mary Oliver
One of the most beautiful moments I have ever witnessed— this image was taken at a magical time, when sunrise and sunset seemed to blend into one.
Je ne puis voir la mer sans rêver de voyages.
Le soir se fait, un soir ami du paysage,
Où les bateaux, sur le sable du port,
En attendant le flux prochain, dorment encor.
Emile Verhaeren
I can't see the sea without dreaming of voyages.
It is evening, a friendly evening for the landscape,
Where the boats, on the sand of the harbour,
Waiting for the next flood, are still asleep.
Emile Verhaeren