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Almost at the end of the interminable Costera Miguel Alèman, here you see the last mythological figure: Narcissus, who, looking at his own image reflected in a pond, falls in love with himself and falls into the pond, drowning. But here the mexican sculptor placed him on a rock, I think to make him more visible to the many tourists who always visit Acapulco. I would like to get closer for taking him better, but I didn't have a swimsuit, so please forgiveme for this distant shot
Verso la fine dell'interminabile Costera Miguel Alèman, ecco l'ultima figura mitologica: Narciso, che guardando la sua immagine riflessa su uno stagno, s'innamora di se stesso e cade nello stagno, annegando. Qui lo scultore lo ha messo invece su uno scoglio, credo per farlo vedere meglio dai tanti turisti che visitano Acapulco. Avrei voluto avvicinarmi di più per fotografarlo meglio, ma non avevo il costume da bagno, mi sarei inzaccherato pantaloni, calze e scarpe. Pertanto vi prego di accontentarvi di questo scatto a distanza
This evenings light was amazing to see...even Clover was lol, looking at it...Right before this happened there was a golden glow atop all the trees...something to look for when there's going to be a red sundown.
آللهُـمَـ إنْ گآنْت ( آمُـــيَّ ) مهّمُـوْمــه فـفرجَ همّها ، ۈ إنْ گآنْت فرِحَه فأتّـمَ علّيِهـأ فرّحَهأ . .
ۈأحفظهأ أينْ مآ گآنْت , ۈأجّعَل لهُـأ فِي گلَ خطّؤه سّلآمـُـہ . .
آللهُـمَـ آميّـــن . .
جميع الحقوق محفوظة © 2009 مـحــد شـراتـــي . All Rights Reserved © 2009
"convinced she can do everything she's ever dreamed of with just a little more space..."
~ story people
Sorry I haven't been real active here lately. I'm trying to pry myself out of this mood I've been in. Have a great day y'all...and forgive me for being tardy! love y'all.
A triplet goblin formation after sunrise in southeastern Utah.
Note to the TE group: I changed contact info and now all TE member contacts (and a few others who I trust) are listed as "friends", my entire gallery has been public so far and will be in the future, but I will add larger versions of the "better" photos that will only be viewed by friends.
The non TE members who have commented below also have some amazing photos. Don't be shy to check them out.
The song by Metallica:
Luke 23:24
I can't run anymore,
I give myself to you,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
In all my bitterness,
I ignored,
All that's real and true,
All I need is you,
When night falls on me,
I'll not close my eyes,
I'm too alive,
And you're too strong,
I can't lie anymore,
I fall down before you,
I'm sorry.
Lyrics from October by Evanescence.
Today is Good Friday, the day He faced the cross and gave up His life to save our own. Symbolism is hidden throughout; now see if you can find it...
I have some pens and pencils.
A sketchbook.
And a head full of quotes, lyrics and the like.
Come and see them at www.Quoteskine.co.uk
Don't forget to buy the book!
I have been a bad flickr contact as of late but with good reason.
On top of my trip to Wisconsin, I recently had an out-patient surgical procedure, and have started a new Job. On top of that My wife had strep and i caught the flu, unfortunately we passed both of those on to Brendan as well as an ear infection so he has been in the hospital for the last 3 days. He came home today and is doing much better so hopefully things are getting back to normal for me.
I did this composite a while back, but am posting it now because it seems good for the time of year. All around I see squirrels doing their thing, getting ready for the rigours of winter....
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Done for the Make It Interesting Challenge Group Challenge #2 - Squirrel
This is a montage - and not my own photography - please see below for credits
Squirrel - Mad Cow NL @ flickr
www.flickr.com/photos/nvcf14/3401908314/
Window and background Robotnok @ sxc
Acorns - shannahsin @ sxc
Texture - imd_paint @ flickr
www.flickr.com/photos/imd_paint/3397430427/in/set-7215761...
Forgiveness is a gift you give to yourself. It is not as much something you do for someone else.
Forgiveness challenges you to give up your destructive thoughts about the situation and to believe in the possibility of a better future.
Forgiveness builds confidence that you can survive the pain and grow from it.
Forgiveness is an act of the imagination. It dares you to imagine a better future, one that is based on the blessed possibility that your hurt will not be the final word on the matter.
Choice is always present in Forgiveness.
You do not have to Forgive but there are consequences to that:
Refusing to Forgive by holding on to the anger, resentment and a sense of betrayal can make your own life miserable.
A vindictive mind-set creates bitterness and allows the betrayer to claim one more victim.
Best summarized by Mahatma Gandhi:
"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong."
To Forgive is a Divine act.
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In memory of all the butterflies I caught when I was a child...
I have something to confess. I hate almost all insects (that's why I mercilessly killed them with my foot a lot when I was little), but the butterflies. I love the butterflies. That's why every time young me saw a butterfly, I tried to catch it because I loved it so much, I wanted it to be mine. I was a really great catcher, so I put them in containers. Of course, they died soon, of course, my granny and granddad scolded me and called me cruel. I didn't like that they think bad of me, it made me feel sad and confused, but nevertheless, I continued to imprison butterflies every time I visited my granny's beautiful garden until my early teens. Why? Because I wanted a collection! It didn't matter to me, that every one of my butterfly collections existed only when I lived at granny's because I wasn't able to pack it in a way it could survive the plane flight in the luggage compartment. I wasn't allowed to keep it there too, so I left only to return and start again, over and over.
Thankfully, when I got a bit older, I realized that what I did was wrong and in my last visits I caught butterflies only to release them immediately. You know, for the thrill of the hunt... For the sake of the craft I once mastered...
By the way, now I kill only pest insects (and only if I have a piece of paper because I'm also squeamish), and when I find a spider at home, I carefully carry it away (usually back to the balcony where they had a lot of webs). But I'm also aware of the fact that my childhood tendencies are still there, they only transformed, but never fully gone... :|
I'm so sorry, my butterflies. May you rest in the land of flowers.
Can you forgive me again?
I don't know what I said
But I didn't mean to hurt you
I heard the words come out
I thought that I would die
It hurts so much to hurt you
Then you look at me
You're not shouting anymore
You're silently broken
I'd give anything now
to kill those words for you
Each time I say something I regret I cry I don't wanna lose you.
But somehow I know that you will never leave me, yeah.
'Cause you were made for me
Somehow I'll make you see
How happy you make me
I can't live this life
Without you by my side
I need you to survive
So stay with me
You look in my eyes and I'm screaming inside that I'm sorry..
And you forgive me again
You're my one true friend
And I never mean to hurt you
(Lyric from song by Evanescence)
My first thought on seeing this was I hope this person did not commit suicide. My second thought was I wonder for how many individuals this might be appropriate. This was seen today on a walk in the center of Minneapolis Minnesota USA.
Somehow, this time of the year, always manages to turn me toward birds.
They charm me, they and bare trees. Enthralled, I watch and click, click and watch.
Maybe it has something to do with solid skies, yielding nothing but gray days; or maybe it's Rilke by my bedside that keeps whispering...
"Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening."
Either way, my heart crumbles and is carried away on some silken, gray, wings...is lulled by branches cutting up the clouds, bleeding blue.
Thank you for the beautiful texture.
feeling like a mix of charlie chaplin and salvador dali and edward abbey and henry david thoreau and anais nin (O_O) and c.s. lewis and more than a little bit tired and in moments wondering at my own sanity. a few feathers short of a bird. still able to fly. on the winds of melodies and meanings that sway inside of my body, heart, and brain.... a blended alchemy of the past and present aimed for tomorrow. as odd and as unknown as that may be. here i go.
Bleh.
I'm tired of taking the same old boring photographhh.
But, HBW anywayyy!
There is (once again) an entire coating of ice on everything!
My mommy bought me a pro account!
I love herrrr!!
ok...one of my favorite *once all girl* metal band songs....lyrics are so true...
Beauty Fiend- My Ruin
IT'S TRUE...I'VE GOT DEMONS INSIDE ME
AND SOMETIMES...THEY NEED TO SPEAK
MY DARK PLACES...MAKE ME FEEL UGLY
MY LIPS ARE GLOSSED BUT MY HEART IS WEAK
I'M DISEASED
AS SEEN ON TV
PLEASE FORGIVE ME
FOR NOT BEING PRETTY
OR SEXY
BUT GOD NEVER BLESSED ME
HERE'S WHAT YOU'LL FIND
NEXT TIME YOU UNDRESS ME...
Scars
Wounds
I'm
BRUISED...
Watch me bleed
I'm your beauty
Watch me bleed
BEAUTY FIEND
ONCE AGAIN
WITHOUT PERFECT TEETH
I BEGIN
THE DREAM AS I SLEEP
SOON I'VE SINNED
MY SKIN IS STILL THICK
MY MOUTH AS ALWAYS
IS BRUTALLY HONEST
AT MY CALMEST
I'M TIRED OF EXPLAINING
HOW IT FEELS
TO BE EXPLOITED
AND RATED
NUMBER ONE, TWO OR SEVENTEEN
FUCK WHAT THEY PRINT IN THOSE DAMN MAGAZINES
Scars
Wounds
I'm
USED...
Watch me bleed
I'm no beauty
Watch me bleed
Beauty queen
Watch me bleed
I'm your beauty
Watch me bleed
BEAUTY FIEND
STUCK INSIDE THIS MASK OF MINE
There's no place for me to hide
Won't you please come suck me dry
Don't touch me
DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME
Don't touch me... WHY?
Can't you see beyond my skin
SIZE, my SHAPE, my ASS, my TITS
I am not your PRETTY FACE
I'm just a girl
THE GIRL YOU LOVE TO HATE!!!
Watch me bleed
I'm no beauty
Watch me bleed
Beauty queen
Watch me bleed
I'm the beauty
Watch me bleed
BEAUTY FIEND
Why can't you see beyond my skin
SIZE, MY SHAPE, MY ASS, MY TITS
I am not your PRETTY FACE
I'm just a girl
THE GIRL YOU LOVE TO HATE!!!
Stuck inside this mask of mine
There's no place for me to hide
Won't you please come suck me dry
DON'T
DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME...PIG!
~~~~~
The calm before the storm. It's thundering outside. just got back from the doctor. it's supposed to storm and hail and all that fun crap again. Was listening to this My Ruin CD on my way home...Haven't listening to it for a long time....I really miss the shirt I had...gt it front Hot Topic awhile ago...I'llfind it ad upload it in the comments when i do...the ron said "My Ruin" and on the back it said "Please forgive me for nt being pretty" it was my favorite shirt. at that point in time i was majorly depressed, walked in the middle of busy streets in a black trenchcoat in foam 8-10 inch boots..all black...white face makeup...the works. i would make little kids cry...i was also...14...15...at the time. and...without the boots...5'3.
Now reading the lyrics to this song it reminds me that- no matter what the fuck size you are...your worth the time of anyone- guy or girl, employer or whatnot. fuck what people think of your looks. your not a fucking object. YOU ARE A PERSON.
and again. i love this song.
ps.s---
i hate doctors appointment...on 2 more prescriptions as of today (but at least they are only for 5 days)...more doctors appts thursday and friday...we'll see what else i get put on then...ugh...