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A FULL FRAME FISH in HK
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Something to remember HK by....I have been here so many times but never tried shooting the place...I mean really shoot it the way I wanted. Borrowing my partner's terminology for a full frame camera with a 15mm fisheye (thanks to Raymond Cruz for the lens), I tried to bend matter and light.
The distortion is to taste and i love it.
"Autumn arrives, array'd in splendid mein;
Vines, cluster'd full, add to the beauteous scene,
And fruit-trees cloth'd profusely laden, nod,
Complaint bowing to the fertile sod."
― Farmer's Almanac, 1818
...is actually a repeated pattern as it takes place much more often than just this lovely season.
Living with white requires some attention - not having pets and children at the moment helps - and of course frequent cleaning procedures.
The covers of these fairly old Ikea sofas have survived a few dosins of washes, as they are being washed almost every second month!
Here, as being put on fresh, no previous ironing required ( chosing the "light ironing" programm in the washing mashine helps a bit though)
Picture taken late inthe afternoon...
Another glorious sunrise over Padre Island. Press "L" and let the light shine down on you!!
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Happy Sunrise Wednesday!
ETA: Two of my very sweet Flickr friends need some light from heaven above so this is dedicated to the both of them. ♥
"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time." —John Lubbock, The Use Of Life
This is our sweet Shani. She doesn't have the best relationship with the camera for some reason. She scoots away or turns quickly when she sees anything pointed at her. I got lucky on this day.
Another storm cloud image. Used an infrared preset and boosted the red, orange, yellow, and green colors. Removed the pole that the hummingbird is on and used the marquee tool to make the overlays.
I'm really missing Rachel today. On our last evening together, we went to the park.
To talk.
To swing.
To watch the sunset.
I miss you already... I miss you always
I miss you already... I miss you all day
This is how I feel...
“In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the Bhagavad gita, since whose composition years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial; and I doubt if that philosophy is not to be referred to a previous state of existence, so remote is its sublimity from our conceptions.
I lay down the book and go to my well for water, and lo! there I meet the servant of the Bramin, priest of Brahma and Vishnu and Indra, who still sits in his temple on the Ganges reading the Vedas, or dwells at the root of a tree with his crust and water jug. I meet his servant come to draw water for his master, and our buckets as it were grate together in the same well. The pure Walden water is mingled with the sacred water of the Ganges.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
The rest shall be left behind, but this remains. One moment of split sunlight bringing a distinct curiosity and a desire to just stay. Stay because this isn't the same without you. Because you make silence sing. #sweeterpoetry
"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time." —John Lubbock, The Use Of Life
Peaceful and beautiful morning in Prague
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Haruki Murakami's— "On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning" #💕☔#🌿☁
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One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:
She is the 100% perfect girl for me.
He is the 100% perfect boy for me.
But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.
A sad story, don’t you think?
Yes, that’s it, that is what I should have said to her. .
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Source: Gravitytrope | On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning — Haruki Murakami
"Love is the most important thing in life, and it happens when you least expect it" ❤️ —Diane Kruger
⋅ (Article reading www.townandcountrymag.com/a6656)
“Standing on the snow-covered plain, as if in a pasture amid the hills, I cut my way first through a foot of snow, and then a foot of ice, and open a window under my feet, where, kneeling to drink, I look down into the quiet parlour of the fishes, pervaded by a softened light as through a window of ground glass, with its bright sanded floor the same as in summer; there a perennial waveless serenity reigns as in the amber twilight sky, corresponding to the cool and even temperament of the inhabitants.
Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.”
— Walden (1854) by Henry David Thoreau
(Chapter 16: The Pond in Winter)