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Today is my lovely flickr friend Annamaria`s birthday!
Hope all that you do
Turns out happy for you
And all that you wish
Comes your way,
So each hour will bring
Every wonderful thing
You could ask of a wonderful day
This was such a magical spot that Fred showed us, and one I NEVER would have found on my own. What amazed me the most by traveling around this area is how many gorgeous places there are, and not inside ANY parks. This is the real 'Wild, Wonderful, West Virginia'!
**For the life of me I cannot remember this waterfalls name, or the creek from where this was taken. I am sure Fred will be able to tell me *smile*.
This photograph is a Pinhole photograph.
BoxTnegor of Zeiss Ikon was converted and photographed.
Water flows coolly.
The mountain stream of a valley.
The blue world.
涼しげに流れる谷間の渓流。
露光時間の関係で、こんなに青い流れになりました。
Model: Bree Swing
Photographer: Justin Bonaparte
Copyright 2019 by Justin Bonaparte. All Rights Reserved.
"When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity - in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass, but partners in the same pattern.
The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now. Relationships must be like islands, one must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits - islands, surrounded and interrupted by the sea, and continually visited and abandoned by the tides."
Anne Morrow Lindbergh