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If i was a raindrop
would you be my thunderstorm?
It's cold so surround me
With rain clouds to keep me warm
I feel like I'm falling
So darling don't let me go
The thought is appalling but should I slip away
Into the stormy sea will you remember me?
Asleep in a warm cocoon
We dream of lovely things
We're both gonna wake up soon
So we hope that tomorrow brings
Us our butterfly wings
If i was a grain of sand
Would you be Miami Beach
So dusty with starlight
Close your eyes and cuddle close to me
I'll try not to wake you
Or make a sound while you're dozing off
But in the night should the high tides sweep me away from you
Tell me again my dear will you be waiting here?
Whenever we leave the ground
And take to the sky
I'll smile as I'm gazing down
Cause I've always wonder why we won't need feathers to fly
"Butterfly wings are a reminder that even the most fragile and delicate things possess incredible strength and resilience."
--Unknown
As always, a huge thanks to those who stop by to view, fave and or comment! It is truly appreciated...
Spotted and taken at Felts Preserve in Palmetto, FL. I am not sure what kind of Butterfly this is. Thank you Vincent, for the identity, Zebra Long Wing.
Happy Wing Wednesday!
HMM- the Macro Monday’s theme for today, 12/21, is holiday lights, I think there will be four possibilities. The ornament is reflecting some natural light, from the front window, with fiber optic stalks providing some, too. .... am pretty sure that this will be my choice for posting.
Así es como titulé mi blog personal hace ya bastante tiempo, y que tengo abandonado. Esta es la imagen que cubre la portada principal del blog.
Imagen de una porción del ala de una Papilio machaon. (P6201440 copia)
This is how I titled my personal blog quite some time ago, and that I have abandoned. This is the image that covers the main cover of the blog.
Image of a portion of the wing of a Papilio machaon.
Mourning cloak
This beautiful butterfly is related to the angle wings, (Angle-wings refers to a group of well-named butterflies with very angular edges to their wings) and has irregular wing borders just like those insects. The mourning cloak, however, has a unique and gorgeous appearance. The ground color is deep purple-brown; the borders are yellow, but just inside that is a band of black with royal-blue spots. It's a subtle but sublime insect, and while it's common in North America, it's regarded as one of the rare prizes of collectors in the UK, where it has been known as The Camberwell Beauty.
Mushroom
Quite a few small mushrooms have now popped up in our front lawn. This one is about 3/4 of and inch high and 1 1/4 inch in diameter. It looks like there is another behind it but it is just one. Both sides are lifted like butterfly wings.
Colias croceus for you Latin Lovers. We usually call them "clouded yellows" or "sulphurs".
Its a small butterfly and very active but what I liked was that morning sun filtering through its wings.
“Divide each difficulty into as many parts as is feasible and necessary to resolve it. “
- René Descartes
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=an4ySOlsUMY
HOW LONG WILL I LOVE YOU by ELLIE GOULDING
I LEAVE OUT ALL DESIRE
As I stand amid the poppies and smell their sweet perfume
I know that I am leaving here to find a land where I belong
I am knee deep dancing in the wind
that blows me who knows where
but one thing that I'm certain of is I'll leave without a care
there is nothing left to keep me here except this field of dreams
but I need to find another world to replace the red with cream
too much vivid colour has drained me of all reason
I need to feel snow underfoot; I need another season
red the colour of my heart; passionate; sincere
but oh so easily broken and drowned with all my tears
a perfect soul; does it really exist; I have no way of knowing
the wind's impatient just like me; I shrug and keep on going
I pack a suitcase with my life and leave out all desire
there's room enough to fill one day if someone lights my fire
my steps are lighter as though I fly above the scarlet land
where once my soul was tethered to a gentle caring man
where is he now I wonder briefly but it's just a fleeting thought
he wasn't always gentle as the time that followed taught
why do we start as one thing and let ourselves be shaped
by life and love and everything that passed by us and scraped
another scar; a pack of lies; broken bones as fragile as a bird's
bleached and leached
by the harshness of someone's scorching words
the sea rises up to claim me;
the salt-laden air cauterises my wounds
but the scars inside me will remain
long after my love for him has been consumed
I close my eyes and dare to dream;
a world with pastel colours; predominantly cream
but maybe with pure white of snow;
of graceful swans and angels wings
somewhere where time has no other meaning
than the soft beating of my heart
rhythmic; gentle like butterflies wings
and the whispered words of Descartes ...
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My artwork is a compilation of 4 of my photographs
A color study for Macro Mondays - Wing.
Speedlight with yellow gel in a softbox acting as a scrim. Speedlight with green gel in reflector with grid, from left.
This butterfly lives in an Origami bouquet that a good friend made for me, and that I have used several times before.
The wing span is 2.375 inches.
I liked how the wings were in different positions so you can see the upper and lower wings separately.
The world is a vampire...
Created for Kreative People's Treat This #105.
Source image used was Cosmic Butterfly, provided by abstractartangel77...thanks Sandy.
The world is a vampire, sent to drain
Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames
And what do I get, for my pain?
Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game
Even though I know - I suppose I'll show
All my cool and cold - like old Job
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Now I'm naked, nothing but an animal
But can you fake it, for just one more show?
And what do you want?
I want to change
And what have you got, when you feel the same?
Even though I know - I suppose I'll show
All my cool and cold - like old Job
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Tell me I'm the only one
Tell me there's no other one
Jesus was the only son, yeah
Tell me I'm the chosen one
Jesus was the only son for you
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
And someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Tell me I'm the only one
Tell me there's no other one
Jesus was the only son for you
And I still believe that I cannot be saved
And I still believe that I cannot be saved
And I still believe that I cannot be saved
And I still believe that I cannot be saved