Bitter Soul
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In the dime stores and bus stations
people talk of situations
read books, repeat quotations
draw conclusions on the wall ...
"I would like to end with a message of hope. I don't have one. In exchange, would two messages of despair be okay?" Woody Allen
"J'aimerais terminer sur un message d'espoir. Je n'en ai pas. En échange, est-ce que deux messages de désespoir vous iraient ?" Woody Allen
“When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it--always.”
Quote ― Mahatma Gandhi
From my house-renovation archive
Volkstone - Dimitry facial hair
XTC - Despair male pose set
Legal Insanity - Andy Chinos & Aiden shirts
Marked - Hunter pendant necklace
FaMESHed
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This will always be one of my favourite birding experiences, coupled with one of my favourite photography experiences.
I have, at the time I secured this image, crawled on my belly for maybe fifty metres. The Owl had been greeting the dawn on a small mound of snow, covering a smaller pile of dirt and grass, in the middle of what had been a corn field.
I got up and went out at dawn, looking for Snowy Owls, and saw this one at sunrise. I was concerned about flushing it, and so I approached the mound from the side before dropping down and inching forward. I was starting to despair a little that I had dropped down too soon, and that it might be lunch time before I got in range.
But the plan held: I moved a bit faster, and the Owl had not seen me, and the image here was secured shooting upward from the former cornfield to the bird - who was maybe three feet off the ground. The easy part was then back crawling. I had to get away without flushing the Owl, but there was no urgency. I went back to my vehicle, a few hundred metres away, and the Owl remained in this place and position.
A lot of factors have made Snowy Owl photography in the Ottawa area more complicated for me. I like this image because it was a simpler moment. And a safe moment for the bird.
Dulce Pontes-Canção do Mar
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“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depths of some devine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.”
― Alfred Tennyson
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Jeremiah 14:12 “If they fast, I will not hear their cry of despair. If they offer burnt offering and grain offering, I will not accept them. Rather, I will finish them off by sword, famine, and plague.”
VOLENDAM - The Nil Desperandum (never despair, LAT.) is a stately 3 mast schooner van 123 years old. In 1894 was this ship as a Clipper constructed and used to transport goods, such as potatoes, peat and such bulk products. The old glory is stirring again, the ships again glide gracefully over the IJsselmeer and the Wadden Sea and so continues the old Dutch tradition a bit. A few years ago the Nil Desperandum converted into luxury charter vessel and nowadays it carries from the early spring to late autumn passengers who are ready for a relaxing and sportive sailing holiday.
VOLENDAM - De Nil Desperandum (wanhoop nooit, Lat.) is een statige 3 mast schoener van 123 jaar oud. In 1894 werd dit schip als klipper gebouwd en gebruikt om goederen te vervoeren, zoals aardappelen, turf en dergelijke bulkprodukten. De oude glorie herrijst, de schepen glijden weer sierlijk over het IJsselmeer en de Waddenzee en zo blijft de oude Nederlandse traditie toch een beetje bewaard. Enkele jaren geleden is de Nil Desperandum omgebouwd tot luxe charterschip en tegenwoordig vervoert het van de vroege lente tot de late herfst passagiers die toe zijn aan een ontspannende en sportieve zeilvakantie.
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Another beautiful song by Ian Felice, it was superb live. I deliberately got myself cut off by the tide yesterday to force me to try something new. I had two hours before I could get back. Exploring the options was a wonderful photographic experience. Late on I spotted these wonderful wave washed rocks. I think many of us have been climbing Mt Despair , the coast helps me in my climb.
It has been an uphill battle learning a new computer, a new OS, and new software, but I think I'm finally getting the hang of it.
This photo was shot on the streets of Genoa, Italy, last month.
Say: "O my Servants who have transgressed against their souls! Despair not of the Mercy of Allah: for Allah forgives all sins: for He is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful" [Qura'n 53: 39]
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Where am I this week? Well I’m still in the woods. Things are improving in ways but I’m measuring this in weeks not days. Although my Chiropractor and Physio are helping me understand where I am I still don’t know why. Four weeks ago I spoke to my doctor who told me to self refer to the MSK unit, which I did and was given an earliest appointment of March 2nd. Last week concerned that my underlining cause should be investigated via X-ray, CT scan or MRI I connected my doctor again via the NHS app asking for advice, I again I received the self same email for me to self refer to MSK, I despair. For the first 12 years of my IT career I was fortunate to have private health care for my me and my family, although it was through a payroll benefit in the end it became too expensive for us supporting a young family, so after my last child was born I cancelled the policy, now I regret that. I fear and have little faith in the run down NHS, and the blame for that lines squarely with Tory Brexit Britain. My biggest concern is that I can’t walk any distance without being reduced to a slow hobble and I now walking with stick. I love to walk, even round my not so scenic local area I usual cover several miles a day, but my real joy is being out in lonely areas and walking forever, it’s unthinkable I’ll not be able to do that. Longing for the day I can be tramping about this wood again.