Depression Post-Mortem
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Like a ferris wheel, has it's ups and downs
Like a ferris wheel life has it's high points
Like a ferris wheel lifehas it's own conductor
If you are in controlof you life your, your own ferris wheel conductor
If you aren't well.. there is wither someone else in control or no one
Your life is either Joyous
A terror
depressing
slow
or badly in need of a mechanic
...or is it too late?
Jessica Harrington
another angle 5arboo6a.deviantart.com/art/Life-is-like-a-ferris-wheel-9...
Le Hibou des marais aime les espaces découverts et sauvages.
Pendant la période hivernale, il se regroupe en dortoirs dans les broussailles et les herbes des grandes zones dégagées de la bordure littorale
On le retrouve aussi près de vastes secteurs de prairies humides, proches de zones herbeuses
Le Hibou des marais niche au sol dans une dépression peu profonde. Son nid est abrité par de la végétation dense, sous des broussailles ou des touffes d’herbes.
Fin avril la femelle pond de 5 à 7 œufs et l’incubation dure de 21 à 37 jours. Les poussins seront aptes au vol à l’âge de cinq semaines.
Le Hibou des marais est friand de petits mammifères. Il est un grand consommateur de campagnols.
Plattbauch / Broad-bodied chaser / Libélula de vientre plano / Libellule déprimée /
Libellula depressa
The color scarlet is powerful
so treat it well, waste it not
as the world turns scarlet
don’t hide from your fears, face them
make life worthwhile
scarlet can be inspiring to some
or depressing for others
but whatever it may mean to you,
know it has room for change, just like life.
by Yenneh
Para a minha amiga Aida Pereira / 2007jolie
www.flickr.com/photos/2007jolie/
e que Maio chegue depressa!!!!
* Bon c'est vrai, j'aurais pu inverser la photo et ainsi l'intituler "ascension", mais je n'ai pas eu le courage.... ,)
* Well it's true, I could have reversed the photo and thus titled it "ascension", but I did not have the courage.... ,)
Libellula depressa
Dernière publication avant les vacances. De retour d'ici une quinzaine de jours.
Last post before vacation. Back in a couple of weeks.
Un grand merci à toutes et tous pour vos visites, favoris et commentaires.
Thank you so much for viewing, faving, commenting my images
I was on a walkabout looking for car trails and highway LE's through a metal fence when I instead happened upon this, the sight of it reminded me of the very inspiration behind Dark City Deutschland, a photographer by the name of Gregory Crewdson, whose work inspire me many years ago and made me want to get into photography.
Whilst Crewdson uses a very heavy human influence in his work, in my collection I wanted to remove the human factor but keep the evidence of it having been there, in the darker sense. Crewdson's work really hit home, the urban style, the depressive factor and as other's have pointed out, he makes the eerie evocative and curious. I really hope this is what I too have achieved, as one day I want to make book out of my work for DCD.
You can read about Gregory Crewdson, his work and style here...
publicdelivery.org/gregory-crewdson-twilight/
I hope everyone's week is off to a great start and so as always, thank you! :)
PS: Best viewed on Fullscreen :)
At a fading twilight
depressing silence falls over me and greets you.
It is not desire, not a dream, but a memory:
Oh how long ago was that not long ago!
We are both standing on unbridled rock
motionless cuddled up
with no tears with no words,
only our trembling blue lips tie us to each other
if you kiss me we will fall into the depth
I've still been dreaming with you
the joy of sweet sorrow overwhelms me,
as winter sets in everything
till December arrives.
Snowstorm in tempest
calls for rebellious miracles
then I realize my loneliness.
above you the morning light,
on your lips the twilight
until all is myself
memory and fresh air
trembling through your body.
Silence falls on me
in a red meadow greets you.
However far away
our souls meet.
and if I sometimes get captured by the agoraphobia of love,
by its petty concerns,
hiding in my bed,
crouching like nature at midnight,
silently and without signals
I listen to the song of baglama.
Hungarian:
Tünedező alkonyvilágnál
néma csend borul rám és téged köszönt.
Nem vágy, nem álom, hanem emlék:
jaj be rég volt az a nem is oly rég!
Féktelen sziklatetőn állunk mi ketten
meredten, összetapadva,
nincs könnyünk, nincs szavunk,
míg reszkető kékes ajkunk összefon,
ha megcsókolsz, zuhanunk.
Még egyre álmodom veled
és az édesbús öröm
s télibb lesz mind a vidék,
december lesz a vidék.
Viharban hófúvás,
mely háborgó csodákra hív.
Míg aztán magam leszek
fölötted a reggeli fény,
ajkadon az alkonyi fény,
mígnem minden magam leszek,
testeden átremegő
emlék és friss levegő.
Vörös ligetben, ha néma csend borul rám,
téged köszönt.
Lelkünk egymástól bármily messze válva is
összetalál,
és ha olykor elfog a szeretet tériszonya,
kicsinyes aggodalma,
ilyenkor ágyba bújva, kuporogva,
mint a természet éjfél idején,
hangtalanul és jelzés nélkül
hallgatom a baglama dalát.
I wish to all Flickr members happiness and a wonderful new week!
Ceci est une galerie personnelle. Si vous vous reconnaissez sur une photo et que vous ne désirez pas que celle-ci reste publiée, faites le moi savoir et elle sera retirée.
This is a personal gallery. If you recognize yourself in a picture of this gallery and if you don’t want it to be published, let me know and the picture will be removed.
Lorsqu'on approche de cet impressionnant nid d'aigle , on est saisi par la beauté et le calme du site .
Au XI ème siècle , le roi d'Aragon et de Navarre fit agrandir à 1100 m d'altitude cette forteresse imprenable et y installa un monastère .
Une fois franchi l'enceinte flanquée de tours rondes , on découvre un immense panorama sur la dépression de l' Ebre . ( photo suivante )
Outre le donjon massif et un bel escalier voûté , l'église , terminée au XII è siècle , soutenue par une crypte , retiendra notre attention .
Aragon ....Espagne...Huesca ...Loarre ...
"Triste à mourir ! Excellent." // "Highly depressing ! Excellent." (Régis DUBUS / www.flickr.com/photos/dubusregis/)
"Très belle atmosphère." // "Lovely atmosphere !" (Eric DOLLET / www.flickr.com/photos/84527028@N03/30054798453/in/datepos...)
own texture.
Clematis 'Jackmanii' is a Clematis cultivar which, when it was introduced in 1862, was the first of the modern large-flowered hybrid clematises of gardens. It is a climber with large violet-purple blooms, still among the most familiar climbers seen in gardens. It was produced from crosses made by the prominent nurseryman George Jackman (1837–1887),[1] of Jackman & Sons, Woking, Surrey.