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Old houses remember those who used to live in them. I can hear this house crying over them. I am not exaggerating
I will never forget the wonderful days I spent in old houses like the one in the photo above. They ARE very warm and loving.
General Philip Sheridan before the 1875 Texas Legislature about the buffalo hunters..."These men have done in the last two years, and will do more in the next year, to settle the vexed Indian question, than the entire regular army has done in the last thirty years. They are destroying the Indian's commissary; if you will; but, for the sake of a lasting peace, let them kill, skin, and sell until the buffaloes are exterminated. Then your prairies can be covered with speckled cattle, and the festive cowboy, who follows the hunter as a second forerunner of an advanced civilization."
Roy Orbison - Crying
(Monument Concert 1965)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLC9o_unLq4
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Falling stars are just crying until they dissolve into nothing. It's okay to cry. It's okay to be awake and yet sleeping through this journey sometimes. There is joy in a simple smile and despair in a silent 'I love you'. A small tear of trust in an abundant sea of suspicion. Your compassion can silence any schadenfreude while your indifference can be vanquished by affection. It's okay to be a coward sometimes but allow your courage to be released once in a blue moon. How much longer will your anxiety be trapped within that thick wall of resilience you built yourself around?
Let it go sometimes... :)
P.S. Been waiting for Epfftfany to open... :( This set is all I need!
8f8's Written in The Stars Set
The wolf is made of recycled plastic and is found at the Yeouido Hangang Park that runs alongside the Han river in Seoul.
...while testing his wings
Peregrine Falcon - juvenile
Falco peregrinus
Member of the Nature’s Spirit
Good Stewards of Nature
Patricia Ware Bird Photography
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This title sprang to mind when looking at this image and the lyrics to 'The long and winding road' flooded my head, and look set to stay for at least a couple of days!
"The Long and Winding Road" is a song by the English rock band the Beatles from their 1970 album Let It Be. It was written by Paul McCartney and credited to Lennon–McCartney (Wiki). The band broke up in June 1970 after this song was released as a single.
Lyrics:
The long and winding road, that leads, to your door
Will never disappear, I've seen that road before
It always leads me here, lead me to your door
The wild and windy night, that the rain, washed away
Has left a pool of tears, crying for the day
Why leave me standing here, let me know the way
Many times I've been alone, and many times I've cried
Any way you'll never know, the many ways I've tried
And still they lead me back, to the long winding road
You left me standing here a long long time ago
Don't leave me waiting here, lead me to your door
But still they lead me back to the long winding road
You left me standing here, a long long time ago
Don't keep me waiting here (Don't keep me waiting), lead me to your door
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rock from Three Sisters of Tongapurutu, Taranaki, New Zealand.
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Paper: FOMA Fomaspeed Variant 312 8x10
Film: Kodak TMAX P3200 (EI 800) in TMAX dev 1+4
Camera: Minolta 7xi | Minolta AF 70 - 210mm f/4 "Beercan"
Limpkin, also called Courlan, or Crying Bird, (species Aramus guarauna), large swamp bird of the American tropics, sole member of the family Aramidae.
One of North America's most curious birds, the Limpkin is singular in appearance and unusual in its diet, with extraordinary vocal habits and a restricted range in the United States. It looks like an oversized rail, well camouflaged in brown with spots of white, and is a locally distributed resident in freshwater marsh and riparian habitats from Florida south through the Caribbean islands and Central and South America as far as Argentina, Peru, and Bolivia. In Florida, where it has been best studied, its diet is almost exclusively apple snails (Pomacea paludosa), which it deftly finds and opens with the aid of a bent and twisted bill tip, leaving characteristic piles of unbroken snail shells. The male's loud and mournful calling is especially distinctive. The sound of several males countercalling has been described as "one of the weirdest cacophonies of nature". Ritualistic territorial charging displays, courtship feeding, and a surprising variety of nest sites add to this species' unusual appeal.
I found this one at Joe Overstreet Landing Lake Kissimmee, Osceola County Florida.
It was back lit by the sun.
“Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock 'n' roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights.”
― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
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