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Despite the defences put in place, year after year, the bulldozing of the sea will defeat the dune and the house at its top
youtu.be/lB6a-iD6ZOY (Sting - 1987)
A lovely song, “how fragile we are”
#CrazyTuesday : fragile
Amélie – Soulac – Aquitaine
"I don't wanna fear with love when we're so fragile,
I could never be the one to tear apart,
Help me free these selfish lies and jaded alibies,
With tears in my eyes i'll carry on..."
"On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
Like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are..."
Sting
Its a real shock when you first witness this , a giant cruise liner making its way down the Canale della Giudecca separating the main island with Giudecca bringing in a new influx of tourists to the city . This fragile old city having to accommodate all these giant vessels in its near vicinity , the scale between the two looks terrifying , the impact of the modern world with its mass tourism seems daunting .
The Doges Palace is on the left with the columns with the Lion of St. Mark the symbol of the city and St. Theodore the first patron saint of the city .
This is early in the morning , the start of yet another day before the masses arrive , the only people about are the street cleaners who sweep the this public square daily and the odd photographer trying to get some early morning captures .
Piazzetta St. Marco
Venice
I'm always delighted to see 'newly minted' dragonflies emerging from my pond, but yesterday the excitement was tinged with sadness. There were two, but they'd really left it too late for this year and weren't able to warm up and dry out enough to fly strongly. I know dragonflies only have a short life as flying adults, but I'd be surprised if these two made it past their first 24 hours. They're such beautiful, magical little creatures. I'm already looking forward to seeing them again next year.
Wasted time running scared
When all a love needs is to be believed in
All those Springs come and gone
Past like trains and boxcars leaving
But I would be lying
If I didn't tell you the truth
They will leave you
They will leave you
So come now
Let's go dance to siren's song
Come now
Leave your damage behind and gone
Some are lost to you
Wasted time running scared
All that I need is to believe in something like a Summer
And I know you need somebody just like I do
And all these foxes go down in their barrows to hide
They will leave you
They will leave you behind
So come now
Let's go dance to the siren's song
Come now
Leave your damage behind and gone
Just come now
Let's go to the dance floor
Come now
Lose your mind at Le Ballet d'Or
Some are lost
Some are leaving
Some are lost
Some are leaving
But I'm not going at all
I'm not going anywhere at all
Some are lost to you
We've wasted time running scared
Now Autumn's fire is ashes on the breeze
And it spins away like dust on pearls
As winter comes to usher in the evening
But all of these drummers go stand
on their hillsides alone
They will leave you
They will leave you alone
So come now
Let's go dance to siren's song
Come now
Leave your damage behind and gone
So come now
Let's go down to the dance floor
Come now
Lose your mind at Le Ballet d'Or
Just come now
Let's get out while the getting's good
Come now
There's no one left in the neighborhood
Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds' eggs and human hearts and dreams, are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks. Or they are words on the air, composed of sounds and ideas-abstract, invisible, gone once they've been spoken-and what could be more frail than that? But some stories, small, simple ones about setting out on adventures or people doing wonders, tales of miracles and monsters, have outlasted all the people who told them, and some of them have outlasted the lands in which they were created.” - Neil Gaiman
This is a soap bubble on the hand :) + soap bubble bokeh ♥
i hope you're having a great week!
ODC - Fragile
Flower Blossoms are always fragile. These are such a delicate pink and I can't wait for the fruit to develop. They are like little raspberries.
I love dried flowers. The rose petals and leaves in this little collection dried naturally in the air over a couple of weeks, but the hydrangea flowers were dried, and pressed, in the microwave for just 90 seconds. It never ceases to amaze me how much you can learn on YouTube. :)
This image was taken with my Lensbaby 56mm lens and I've applied a texture called Scotch Heather by Flypaper Waxworks.
Thanks, Joan. :)