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Flanders | 1747 | Roleplay inspired by the Jan de Lichte Netflix Series - photo taken at Flanders 1747
Runaway, from yourself
Your so pretty when your somebody else
You're the one
I'm moved, I'm always
Distracted by you
First we go down down
Then we go in it
Then we go round round
Lost in it
Innocence
Breaking in
We won't go
Faking it
We won't know
Until we make it
Round we go
♫ Prime Circle | Innocence ♫
Ename 19-09-2018
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Neem een bocht doorheen de weiden. Met ontwakend groen, aan beide zijden. De wolken rijzen uit de grond, alsof de hemel nooit bestond.
It is in the brain that the poppy is red, that the apple is odorous, that the skylark sings (Oscar Wilde) !!
Weaving on an old loom in Bruges at the old fish market (Vismarkt), where the Sunday Craft Market is held. Fascinating a young audience!
Oostende 26-05-2017
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....the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead: Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved: and now we lie
In Flanders fields!
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields
The last photo in the poppy series.
3 Images were used to focus stack this landscape using Helicon Focus pro.
The file size is over 30mb and is pin sharp front to back.
Taken with Samyang's 12mm F2.0 @ F5.6
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid- the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunsets glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
John McCrae (1915)
A year ago, today, on Flanders Moss near Stirling.
The largest lowland raised bog in Britain is home to very diverse wildlife from rare moths and spiders to frogs, adders, osprey and so much more.
This particular day was just glorious with the sunlight bringing to life the fabulous autumnal colours.
Photo taken of the poppies a few years ago while visiting the Essex Farm war cemetery near Ypres, Belgium. Within the grounds is a memorial site for Lieutenant - Colonel John McCrae of the Canadian Army Medical Corps who wrote the poem ' In Flanders Fields '
In Flanders fields the poppies blow. Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky the larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
Gent 25/08/2018
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I simply ADORE the Mediterranean BLUE !! In combination with the pure colour WHITE !! But, guess what!! Whenever it is really sunny and bright, you can meet this uplifting combination , even in the magical, picturesque , and huge, Oostende sandy beach in the Northern Belgium!!
On this occasion, and in order to celebrate the Light, I also happen to be dressed in pure white …myself!!
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During the festive days, I think of friends and family... on the Continent, mostly in Flanders...
The bells have rung, the echoes sound
The day is gone
Ay, Marieke, Marieke
In Flanders field the echoes sound
The day is gone
(excerpt from 'Ay Marieke' by Jacques Brel)
This flat, windswept land, so fertile, so mutilated in the past.
The stretch behind the dunes is still, like in the Middle Ages dotted with those 'round' villages.
Church and graveyard in the center, houses around in a circle, the road, often still cobblestones, meandering through it.
Flanders... where I was born...
It was a soft windstill evening, a beautiful silence caressed my ears, the layered fog effacing whole sections of the land from my eyes, trailing capriciously in the sigh of the sunset...
I left the bottom in because that's how it was, grey and darker and lighter again.
I wish you a day full of beauty and thank you for your visit, Magda, (*_*)
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Flanders, church, village, Belgium, trees, sunset, landscape, natural light, winter, colour, horizontal, Nikon F4, magda indigo
This flower was taken at the Jenkins Estate on one of my trips... I don't remember what I did for the poppy...Happy Sliders Sunday, Everybody
Farm in Oostkerke (Damme near Bruges). www.damme-online.com/gb/district/oostkerke.htm
Boerderij in Oostkerke (Damme nabij Brugge). www.damme-online.com/nl/deelgemeentes/oostkerke.htm
The Canals of West-Flanders
Oostkerke/Damme/Brugge...
A favourite place!
I am used to solitude, silence, peace. A change is nice, yet it can become too much. Sometimes I crave silence.
So we are off to Damme, now I must tell you, when I revisit my beloved Flanders, I have not really been there if I have not spent time here.
A few miles from Brugge, you have the small town of Damme.
In the Middle-Ages, this used to be the harbour of Brugge, one of the wealthiest cities in the North.
Due to silt the North Sea is now about 25 miles out, but Damme retained it's reputation for good food and beer, wonderful old buildings full of the history of revolutionary Flanders.
Centuries later Napoleon saw the importance of the area and ordered a system of canals to be built.
I walked across one of the bridges, a major junction, in Oostkerke, across those magnificent tree-lined canals.
A UNIQUE landscape that just goes on and on and on... A photographer's paradise!
Classified to the UNESCO Patrimonium.
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Have a wonderful day, filled with love and beauty, M, (*_*)
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“Lest we forget” – three very simple, yet also very powerful words. First used in an 1897 poem written by Rudyard Kipling called “Recessional”, to mark Queen Victoria’s Diamond Jubilee, they caution us to be careful not to forget.
As we take a moment this Armistice Day to remember those who made the ultimate sacrifice for our peace, prosperity and stability, and those who fight today to protect us still, let us also hope that conflicts around the world will come to a swift conclusion, not least of all in Ukraine and in Gaza
Armistice Day or Remembrance Day is a memorial day observed in Commonwealth member states since the end of the First World War to honour armed forces members who have died in the line of duty. It falls on the 11th of November every year. Remembrance Day is marked at eleven o’clock (the time that the armistice was declared) with a minute’s silence to honour the fallen. Following a tradition inaugurated by King George V in 1919, the day is also marked by war remembrances in many non-Commonwealth countries.
This amazing looking variety of Flanders poppy is blooming in one of our village gardens at the moment. I have seen the plain red ones before but I was amazed at these ones with their distinctive black spots.
Another photo taken on that cold but beautiful moring, some days ago.
These plants are called Cattail in American English, Bulrush in British English, and Lisdodde in the local language - Dutch.
Taken in the nature reserve "Gemene Weidebeek" near Bruges.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn,saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Major Dr. John McCrae – 1915
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During the festive days, I think of friends and family... on the Continent, mostly in Flanders...
The bells have rung, the echoes sound
The day is gone
Ay, Marieke, Marieke
In Flanders field the echoes sound
The day is gone
(excerpt fom 'Ay Marieke' by Jacques Brel)
This flat, windswept land, so fertile, so mutilated in the past.
The stretch behind the dunes is still, like in the Middle Ages dotted with those 'round' villages.
Church and graveyard in the center, houses around in a circle, the road, often still cobblestones, meandering through it.
Flanders... where I was born...
It was a soft windstill evening, a beautiful silence caressed my ears, the layered fog effacing whole sections of the land from my eyes, trailing capriciously in the sigh of the sunset...
I left the bottom in because that's how it was, grey and darker and lighter again.
I wish you a day full of beauty and thank you for your visit, Magda, (*_*)
For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk
IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved