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© Marie Eve K.A.

[ Rose, petals, macro ]

Chihuly Garden and Glass – Seattle, WA

 

www.chihuly.com

A veces olvidamos lo frágiles y vulnerables que somos en realidad.

Without solitude of some sort there is and can be no maturity. Unless one becomes empty and alone, he cannot give himself in love because he does not possess the deep self which is the only gift worthy of love. And this deep self, we immediately add, cannot be possessed. My deep self is not “something” which I acquire, or to which I “attain” after a long struggle. It is not mine, and cannot become mine. It is no “thing”—no object. It is “I.” The shallow “I” of individualism can be possessed, developed, cultivated, pandered to, satisfied: it is the center of all our strivings for gain and for satisfaction, whether material or spiritual. But the deep “I” of the spirit, of solitude, and of love cannot be “had,” possessed, developed, perfected. It can only be, and act according to deep inner laws which are not of man’s contriving, but which come from God.

- Thomas Merton, “Notes for a Philosophy of Solitude”

walking through the woodland I spotted this small tree growing on the rock.

"I held a moment in my hand, brilliant as a star, fragile as a flower, a tiny sliver of one hour. I dripped it carelessly, Ah! I didn't know, I held opportunity."

Hazel Lee

 

(btw, in case you were wondering, it's potpourri in my hands, dead flowers) :)

  

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Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,

But sad mortality o’ersways their power,

How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,

Whose action is no stronger than a flower?

O! how shall summer’s honey breath hold out,

Against the wrackful siege of battering days,

When rocks impregnable are not so stout,

Nor gates of steel so strong but Time decays?

O fearful meditation! where, alack,

Shall Time’s best jewel from Time’s chest lie hid?

Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?

Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?

O! none, unless this miracle have might,

That in black ink my love may still shine bright.

 

William Shakespeare

Sonnet 65

  

 

ok i seriously seriously hate this photo... i effin hate when i have a photo in my mind and it turns out completely different to what i imagined it! :( i guess it happens...

 

that's sorta how i come up with my photos, either i dream them or i randomly have like a mental picture and that's how my ideas are created, mainly ran by emotions and personal experiences...

 

but tell me... how do you come up with your photos? i mean what drives you? i don't even how you elaborate the freaking question.

 

i literally just took this 5 minutes ago and i've had a headache all day :( really bad... i do feel... fragile.

 

anyways have an amazing weekend everyone!

 

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Snowdrops: Theirs is a fragile but hardy celebration... in the very teeth of winter.

Louise Wilder

 

textures thanks to Nasos 3 and Clive Sax.

Alla mia povera fragilità

guardi senza sprecar parole.

 

Tu sei di pietra, ma io canto.

Tu sei un monumento, ma io volo.

 

Io so che il più tenero maggio

all'occhio dell'Eternità è nulla.

 

Ma io sono un uccello e non incolparmi

se una facile legge m'è imposta.

-- Marina Ivanovna Cvetaeva

Happy new year, friends!

 

I was in Chile for new year, hope you are all ok!

 

I'll try to catch up with you .. slowly :-)

 

Exif data

 

Camera Nikon D5000

Exposure 0.04 sec (1/25)

Aperture f/5.6

Focal Length 55 mm

ISO Speed200

  

Explored 2011/08/01

 

""I take this opportunity to thank you for your virtual

presence in my photostrem during 2008 and wish

you and your family a fabulous Christmas and

Happy New Year!" - JUAN PABLO-

 

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An alternate shot for the Wabi Sabi theme

 

Amaryllis, seeks the light while arching graciously.

Old train carriages at Betswy y coed, North Wales

Fragile- MDC pose

 

Rebourne Beach

 

Photographer Mathilde De Cyriac

 

MDC Store Inworld

 

MDC on Marketplace

 

Flickr MDC Store

No winter lasts forever

Mésange à longue queue

 

A rose, a glass and a book..

“Notre intelligence, c'est une bougie en plein vent.”

Jules Renard

 

Thank you very much for your comments and for your faves.

(Please do not use without my written permission.)

Thanks for your visit and comments I appreciate that very much

by Studio Drift, at the Stedelijk Museum in Amsterdam

Merci ThereseDion/Fragile, 2004, 54”w x 33”h, diptych, combine/mixed media painting on found object (crate panels from Galerie Terese Dion)

 

I found these two wonderful crate panels outside (in the garbage, of course) of a very well know gallery here in Montreal, Galerie Therese Dion. I snatched them right up... I fell in love with them. And so here they are as a backdrop to a piece I created in 2004.

 

Mme Therese Dion has recently passed away, so I cherish these as a legacy.

  

ODC Our Daily Challenge: black and white nature macro

apologizing: I am one handed for some time and not very skilled in shooting

New 365 project 2023: 10.09.

Ribes, すぐり,

This photo is included in the slide show posted in April.

Thank you hemarijke for telling me the name of the flower.

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