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“You can’t fight Fate, Mr. Magpie.” it tells him, “That is a truth you must accept and accept it sooner than later… You can’t fight fate..."
Una colonia di gabbiani viene a svernare nel parco di Legnano. In primavera se ne vanno chissà dove e ritornano poi in autunno inoltrato.
An old image that still haunts me...Originally, I cropped on the reader himself, but then I realized that he had to be presented within the entire surroundings.
Una imagen vieja que todavía me persigue ... originalmente, recorté en el lector mismo, pero luego me di cuenta que tenía que ser presentado en todo el entorno.
She was drawn to damaged souls and had a fiery desire to fix them. There were those who sincerely embraced her and then some who saw this as a way to take advantage and use her for their own selfish intentions. Little did she know that an unfortunate encounter with a deeply damaged soul would set off her downward spiral. [Read more at jangsungyoung.com]
(DISCLAIMER: Fate is a photo series inspired by past experiences. Check out the photos in the series to know the story. ♥)
Fate Series:
Fate is like a thorn vine..the more you fight..the more it hurts you...
so you can either resist or learn to use it as your weapon.
the decision is yours...
Just as I was about to snap this the breeze blew a branch over the sun giving this superb dappled effect. Just at the right time for the 1/1250 f/5.6 ISO1600 setting.. more luck than good planning.
taken at LEA22- IMMACULATE PERCEPTION - IMMACULATE REFLECTION maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/LEA22/151/66/21
"Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall." -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Samuel H Boardman SP, Oregon.
I stood back from the edge, not trusting the crumbly soil of the cliffs that have been battered forever by the great ocean. Although you would think I could step from the green grass onto the rock before me, it is an optical illusion. Where the grass ends is a long drop to harm. The day has been flat, colorless, and calm, and so I find myself waiting here at daylight's end, hoping for a show of color, a reward for those who wait. Waiting isn't good for me, for a wandering mind. That most distant darkness, where earth meets sky, is where we seem to look for things to come. The line of delineation is unachievable for me, yet what is there now is slowly coming to me, pulled forward by the moon rising somewhere behind me. Swells pulse into the shoreline, great volumes breaking apart on the rocks. Above me the great vault of cloud begins to separate too, catching the last bends of light from beyond that same horizon, casting an illusion of fluidity around me. I am more accustomed to mountain horizons, to ridge lines or high points that I see and then go to. I used to dare to dream. That I would get the girl, make the money, achieve some kind of notoriety. Time races in these dreams, a jumble of thoughts, goals made of wishful thinking. But fate has its own horizon. Now, I make my expectations small, so as not to be disappointed, and look out there, into the future, and think maybe its better not to dream.
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There is no thought that implies more freedom than this, John Connor recorded it in his head, "There's no fate but what we make for ourselves ...". Many problems would save us if from childhood we instilled this way of seeing things, because really, the future is not written ... or yes ?.
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