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When Love Came Knocking Your Door -
Valentine is next Tuesday, here’s a themed story for tonight. Is it possible to fall in love at first sight? Might be, but more often than not, it is the opposite. The feeling is gradual, unwitting and unanticipated spurt of throbbing heart at the next second. This was what happened when a moth touched down for the umpteen times on the same spot and suddenly understood. Unfortunately, her love interest never felt the same. The fully furled fiddlehead received the strange settler as a transient in September.
Moth: Out of the blue, among the staghorn, maidenhair and asparagus my eyes caught, just you. Approve or do not, to sit in silence I cannot. Would you let me hide on your underside and be my Valentine?
Fern: You knocked at the wrong door. I am waiting for a butterfly with lime wings. Your parallel stripes are not right and incompatible with my vertical lines.
Moth: In terms of color, contour and mobility we are truly in opposition, but I’m set to skew the angle at which I rest so we could see eye-to-eye. I’ll alter my position, for you I would.
Fern: Can war and peace exist in hand at the same time? Some things are not meant to be. We are mismatched as a lacy shirt contesting a leather jacket with brass spikes.
Moth: How difficult is it to accept exception instead of the norm? Why do you care so much about the insignificances? At random, rain can stay while the sun is out.
Fern: Bistre is off-balance with green and mobile is contradicting with static. We are inappropriate together and just don’t fit. I wished you luck placing your devotion elsewhere.
For a precious season, the diurnal moth came every night to prove. While the roses grew prettier and plentiful, the fern remained hard headed. Dip a Nabisco Oreo for too long in tea, the biscuit turns to mush and falls to the bottom. That’s how it was for the never tiring fighter on the inside. Three days short of the given two moths span, the moth serious about life lifted her wings for the last time to seek another bracken to belong.
Twist of fate, the fern became conscious what he let go is clearly missed. Birdwings, earwigs and lacewings came but it is just not the same; the heartbreaker gets heartbroken. His regrets over the wee huddles he wasn’t able to pass grew big. As days turn into nights, the fern waited and waited for the never returning moth. Each time the sky pours, the frogs take note how his tears air race down with the water drops on their heads. In the middle of emptiness, the fern called upon the reflection on the surface and spilled, “You’re the one”.
After two summers in grief, the frond of stubborn bricks wilted. There’s a lesson our flowerless plant left behind, triviality can rend asunder connecting lovelines. Surely love had granted his wish, without informing him when, until it’s too late.
حکیم ابوالقاسم حسن بن علی طوسی معروف به فردوسی (حدود ۳۱۹ تا حدود ۳۹۷ هجری شمسی)، شاعر حماسهسرای ایرانی و گویندهٔ شاهنامهٔ فردوسی است که مشهورترین اثر حماسی فارسی است و طولانیترین منظومه به زبان فارسی تا زمان خود بودهاست. او را از بزرگترین شاعران فارسیگو دانستهاند.
بنا به نظر پژوهشگران امروزی، فردوسی در حدود سال ۳۱۹ هجری شمسی در روستای باژ در نزدیکی طوس در خراسان متولد شد.
شاهنامه مهم ترین اثر فردوسی و یکی از بزرگ ترین آثار ادبیات کهن فارسی میباشد.
فردوسی برای سرودن این کتاب در حدود پانزده سال بر اساس شاهنامهٔ ابومنصوری کار کرد و آن را در سال ۳۷۲ شمسی پایان داد. فردوسی از آنجا که به قول خودش هیچ پادشاهی را سزاوار هدیه کردن کتابش ندید («ندیدم کسی کش سزاوار بود»)، مدتی آن را مخفی نگه داشت و در این مدت بخشهای دیگری نیز به مرور به شاهنامه افزود.
پس از حدود ده سال (در حدود سال ۳۸۲ هجری شمسی در سن شصت و پنج سالگی) فردوسی که فقیر شده بود و فرزندش را نیز از دست داده بود، تصمیم گرفت که کتابش را به سلطان محمود تقدیم کند از این رو تدوین جدیدی از شاهنامه را شروع کرد و اشارههایی را که به حامیان و دوستان سابقش شده بود، با وصف و مدح سلطان محمود و اطرافیانش جایگزین کرد. تدوین دوم در سال ۳۸۸ هجری شمسی پایان یافت (به حدس تقیزاده در سال ۳۸۹) که بین پنجاه هزار و شصت هزار بیت داشت. فردوسی آن را در شش یا هفت جلد برای سلطان محمود فرستاد.
به گفتهٔ خود فردوسی سلطان محمود به شاهنامه نگاه هم نکرد و پاداشی را که مورد انتظار فردوسی بود برایش نفرستاد. از این واقعه تا پایان عمر، فردوسی بخشهای دیگری نیز به شاهنامه اضافه کرد که بیشتر به اظهار ناامیدی و امید به بخشش بعضی از اطرافیان سلطان محمود از جمله «سالار شاه» اختصاص دارد. آخرین اشارهٔ فردوسی به سن خود یکی به حدود هشتاد سال است («کنون عمر نزدیک هشتاد شد/امیدم به یک باره بر باد شد») و یکی به هفتاد و شش سال («کنون سالم آمد به هفتاد و شش/غنوده همه چشم میشار فش»).
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Ferdowsi was born in the Iranian province of Razavi Khorasan, in a village near Tus, in 935. His father was a wealthy land owner. Ferdowsi was a pious Muslim. His great epic, the Shāhnāmeh ("The Epic of Kings"), to which he devoted more than 35 years, was originally composed for presentation to the Samanid princes of Khorasan, who were the chief instigators of the revival of Iranian cultural traditions after the Arab conquest of the seventh century.
When he was just 23-years old, he found a “Shāhnāmeh” written by Abu-Mansour Almoammari; it was not, however, in poetic form. It consisted of older versions ordered by Abu-Mansour ibn Abdol-razzagh. The discovery would be a fateful moment in the life of the poet. Ferdowsi started his composition of the Shahnameh in the Samanid era in 977 A.D[3]. During Ferdowsi’s lifetime the Samanid dynasty was conquered by the Ghaznavid Empire.
After 30 years of hard work, he finished the book and two or three years after that, Ferdowsi went to Ghazni, the Ghaznavid capital, to present it to the king. There are various stories in medieval texts describing the lack of interest shown by the new king, Sultan Mahmud of Ghazni, in Ferdowsi and his lifework. According to historians, Mahmud had promised Ferdowsi a dinar for every distich written in the Shahnameh (60,000 dinars), but later retracted and presented him with dirhams (20,000 dirhams), which were at that time much less valuable than dinars (every 100 dirhams worth 1 dinar). Some think it was the jealousy of other poets working at the king’s court that led to this treachery; the incident encouraged Ferdowsi's enemies in the court. Ferdowsi rejected the money and, by some accounts, he gave it to a poor man who sold wine. Wandering for a time in Sistan and Mazandaran, he eventually returned to Tus, heartbroken and enraged.
He had left behind a poem for the King, stuck to the wall of the room he had worked in for all those years. It was a long and angry poem, more like a curse, and ended with the words:
"Heaven's vengeance will not forget. Shrink tyrant from my words of fire, and tremble at a poet's ire."
Ferdowsi is said to have died around 1020 in poverty at the age of 90, embittered by royal neglect, though fully confident of his work’s ultimate success and fame (clearly seen especially in last verses of his book). One tradition claims Mahmud re-sent the amount promised to Ferdowsi’s village, but when the messengers reached his house, he had died a few hours earlier. The gift was then given to his daughter, since his son had died before his father at the age of 37. However, his daughter refused to receive the sum, thus making Ferdowsi’s Shahnameh immortal.
Later the king ordered the money be used for repairing an inn in the way from Merv to Tus, named “Robat Chaheh” so that it may remain in remembrance of the poet. This inn now lies in ruins, but still exists.
Some say that Ferdowsi's daughter inherited her father's hard earned money, and she built a new and strong bridge with a beautiful stone caravanserai nearby for travellers to rest and trade and tell stories.
Ferdowsi was buried at the yard of his own home, where his mausoleum now lies. It was not until Reza Shah Pahlavi's rule, in 1925, that a mausoleum was built for the great poet.
At the end of the actual story of The Little Mermaid, the mermaid is heartbroken when her love marries another and instead of killing him she jumps from the boat takes her own life instead.
Story tells that deep in the heart of an enchanted forest lives a very sensual and beautiful creature known as Variela. She has been known to capture the heart of many explorers, who succumb to her beauty and grace. Once you look into her eyes you will be mesmerized and your heart will be captured forever. She will have her fun and ways with you, then disappear into the forest. It is said that then you will be so heartbroken, you will wander the forest in hope of finding her again, refusing to leave, until it finally becomes your eternal resting place, and you will become a captured spirit of the forest and one more of the many suffering moans heard at night. So if you ever walk down this path, no matter what you think you see or hear, don't look back, for Variela is always watching and waiting for her new victim.
Summertime in Australia
I tried so hard to do something light for this month’s FOFT challenge (“summertime” by the lovely Laszlo) given my last few challenge posts have all been on the heavy side and I tried not to write too much. But in the end I couldn’t do either.
I have spent the last few days in the country on my friend’s farm. I took images of kids jumping off the big rocks and swimming in the waterholes-typical Aussie summer fun in the country. Then on Friday we were blanketed with thick smoke as was most of Victoria and New South Wales. On Saturday, our Vic Emergency Apps sounded the alarm, telling us there was a bushfire near the tiny town of Euroa, not far from where we were staying. The smoke thickened. We decided to leave. I drove past the fires and got through without incident. Not long after, there was an emergency warning to evacuate and the highway was closed. Fortunately, the wind changed in the afternoon and Euroa was spared.
Other places are not so lucky and so much of East Gippsland and places far and wide across Victoria and other states are on fire. Almost 1 million hectares has already burnt in Victoria alone. I don’t think anyone can fully comprehend the long-term loss and devastation these fires will have on our ancient forests, their associated wildlife, the stock and all the communities dotted throughout these landscapes that will have to try to rebuild.
There are few words. I am heartbroken. I don’t have a monopoly on these feelings of helplessness. Images of summer once involved gorgeous sunsets, days in the pool, outdoor BBQs and games of Cricket. Ever since Black Saturday, the thought of summer now brings anxiety and the fear of fires.
However, as is often the case, in the face of disaster our communities band together and do the most incredible job of supporting each other. Millions of dollars has been raised (locally and overseas), food banks are being set up everywhere and people are donating their time, homes and machinery to help.
That is the heart-warming part of the story.
This image is a composite of two I took while away. The sheep in the smoke and the sun, made blood red by the fires. A light texture applied.
Mary Grace Locker, my Mom, died December 9th. She'd been suffering from emphysema for many years. In fact, six years ago, she was given six months to live. But Mom was stubborn and modern medicine is a wondrous thing. She held on to see the birth of her 12th-and-probably-last grandchild (3rd granddaughter). Her death was sudden, earlier than expected and it's been hard on us. Dad is heartbroken. They were married nearly 52 years.
We tried to get her to write down the things she'd seen in her life, the stories she'd tell us about growing up on a farm during the Great Depression and WWII. But she preferred to tell us. And when I went back for her funeral, I found that each of us had some stories Mom had told one, but not the others. I think she did that unintentionally, but it has worked out so that we all have shared memories ... and a few that are ours alone. She had to do that with nine kids - make us feel like we were all parts of a greater whole, but unique individuals too.
So this photo is a tribute to Mom. It might not seem much. To me, though, it's about Mom's love of nature and keeping natural things around to soothe the soul (apple gourds, leaves, rocks and fossils galore), and salvaging everything whether it's a little kid's hurt feelings or a basket well past its prime. The strawflower on the old chair really makes me think of Mom - they were the first seeds she and I ever planted together. I doubt this flower is in any way related to those we planted 35 years ago other than being in the same species. But I saw it and I knew - I may not see her, but Mom is here.
A unique memorial to their only son. Lt. Robert Austin gave all for his country in 1943.
His heartbroken parents wanted him remembered. This is my small way of helping them in that vision.
After six months of waiting, today I received my trade set back from Cecile along with a lovely care package and the items she was able to complete for the trade. Despite everything I went through I'm guilted over receiving such lovely things from her for nothing. I'll make a post soon of what she sent and said in a moment... Also I'll add this set to my shop shorty. They returned in perfect condition which is a huge relief.
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Everyone knows I love trades. If find out a customer makes something I will often suggest a trade because I want to support my fellow craftsmen and artists. I going to finish all the trades I have going currently but I don't think I'll be taking any more. This is the second time I've been burned and with a trade there is not much I can do to get back my work or the value. I'm sad to loose this set because I loved it so. I made it special and went way over our set trade value, this set was almost double it, because I wanted to make something special for someone I thought was a friend. It's been several months and she won't even reply to my messages. I'm heartbroken.
[18/52] Emotional Portrait, (me)
[41/100x] My X = My 100 Favorite Places in Southern New Jersey, USA to take photos!
Location: The Laundromat in Mays Landing, New Jersey, USA. (Atlantic County)
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This was taken at the local laundromat. Thank goodness we didn't startle TOO many people.
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My cousin's home BURNT DOWN!
So 2 nights ago my cousin's home burnt down. A 3 story home, totally gone. I was on my way to work and the road was blocked off and I saw firetrucks.. I had the worst feeling in my gut. I knew that their home was viewable thru the train station - so I asked Juan to stop at the train station and let me out.
I literally stood there in total shock on the train platform looking at the home that my great grandfather built- which was my grandfathers.. I've been visiting since I was a child.. (so much as a child).. Tears were streaming down my face. My cousin and his wife.. (And I believe his brother and a child in another unit) were living there for some time. Evidentially they were able to get the families out, but my cousin's brother (I think) - is now in a burn trauma center with severe burns, but all of the humans survived.
I believe they were able to get one dog out..
But one dog died.. and 5 cats. .😥They were trapped inside this home that was totally engulfed in flames...
This whole situation breaks my heart.
I spoke to my cousin yesterday. I know he & his wife are staying with their daughter. I am so heartbroken for them. I don't even know what to say about it.. Except it's really unexpected.. they literally LOST EVERYTHING.. and my heart breaks for them.
I will keep you guys updated if anything comes up.. (A gofundme) or something. I know a lot of my customers at my job were asking about a gofundme, etc. They do want to help, I think the whole town does.. It's devastating. I just don't know what to say.. except that they definitely need your thoughts/prayers right now.. if you could.
I appreciate it.
I really don't know what else to say...
Hope you all are doing well...
>>Oh and the heater guy is finally coming to fix check our heater, tomorrow. It's about time.. we only froze all winter. Now it's spring, we don't use the heater.. and he's going to come and TRY TO fix it. I really don't know HOW I'm going to "check the heater" and see if it's definitely working (it used to shut off for up to a day at a time after running a few hours). Because I'm NOT turning on my heater when it's warm outside. Nope. So I guess we'll find out next winter? Hmm.. We'll see.
I will do my best to return your comments as soon as I can.. Possibly today and tomorrow!
I found this dead, slightly torn heart-shaped leaf one day. I thought it was beautiful in its own special way, it just needed a good background, so I placed it on this plant in our backyard.
I think the end result is amazing.
My beloved Max would have been one year old this weekend. We were stunned to learn two weeks ago that he had a heart defect in multiple chambers of his heart. He was in congestive heart failure with severe arrhythmias, then came home on multiple medications. This was the day he came home. You can see where they shaved his fur to do the echo cardiogram and to insert the IV.
He was still struggling to settle in when a blood clot entered his aorta one week later, and made his hind legs unusable. I could see he was in terrible pain and I knew that we could not let him suffer through that and everything else.
He came from our neighbor and probably he had been the runt of the litter and rejected first by his mama. He was my sweetest little baby. I am heartbroken for him and will miss him forever. His life was short but it was so full of love and fun and joy. We buried him under the apple tree near Gali and Dimi.
We are heartbroken to say that our lovely Erica was so poorly that yesterday we took her vets to be put to sleep. She found us and brought Bloss with her and she showed me so much love and I loved her. Bloss is wondering where she is and we miss her, but I know it was time to go and be at peace.xxxxx
“Han” the Merman in Helsingør, North Zealand (a half-hour train ride north from Copenhagen). This shiny, reflective metal statue of a young man sits sideways on a rock looking out to sea.
The Merman Han (meaning “He”)'s reflective pose echoes the Little Mermaid’s statue in Copenhagen. Whilst he doesn’t wear any fins on his feet, he could easily be her little brother.
Reflection & Longing
Hans Christian Andersen’s original story, The Little Mermaid, is not as you know it from Disney movies. The story begins the same but takes a dark turn when the sea witch makes vastly more brutal demands, and the ending is far more sombre. Spoiler alert: the prince marries someone else and leaves our darling mermaid utterly heartbroken.
The statue of Han the Merman could embody the personal melancholy that Hans Christian Andersen expressed in his Little Mermaid story. Andersen wrote the fairytale in 1836 after suffering the deep heartache of unrequited love for his close friend, Edvard Collin. Collin did not reciprocate his feelings and married, leaving Andersen feeling devastated.
Raised in poverty, possibly struggling with dyslexia, and bullied as a student, Andersen had always felt like an outsider. The ache of longing to be part of something out of reach was a theme in Andersen’s life and was reflected in his writing, particularly in The Little Mermaid. She gave away her voice in desperation to be part of the other world, where the dancing, walking, capable people are.
Han the Merman already has a human form, yet he still seems to yearn for the open seas. Maybe he longs to return to a simpler, more spartan existence.
Whatever your interpretation, he is quite literally in a state of permanent reflection. Made of long lasting and eye-catchingly polished stainless steel, his glittering form reflects the sunlight and dazzles visitors on a clear day.
And it is said that if you stay with him long enough, you might glimpse him winking at you.
INNOCENT VICTIMS
What turns men into killing machines,
That blow apart lives and destroy innocent dreams?
Look into the eyes of a child and may the pain that you see,
Haunt you as much as it haunts me.
Innocent lives destroyed by the things that they saw,
In yet another pointless and brutal war.
Look at the tear stained face of a child whose home has been blown apart,
In a war he doesn't understand and he certainly didn't start.
Feel the pain of the child who has lost a limb,
Can you explain the reasons for this war to him?
Or the little girl weeping beside her dead mother,
While the ambulance crew try to save her brother.
Look at the orphans that this war did create,
And you'll see another generation who will learn how to hate.
For as a heartbroken child cries in the still of the night,
He dreams of the day when for revenge he will fight.
— Sandra Botha
Today I went out for a photo shoot with my sister, Kendall. It wasn't too cold out. lol. I'll add some more from the shoot later.
I'm very excited; I've been booked to do Grad Photos and Wedding Photos in May :).
I can't wait, lol.
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Paris is one of my favorite cities in the world. I am heartbroken by the tragic events and dastardly terrorism that took place there almost 9 years after another of my memorable journeys there. This is a blurry handheld photo with a digital camera of that era, taken in rain, so the camera blur is visible. But the memories are sharp and vivid, of each moment. The long title of this photo is to mark an Urdu/Hindi movie of that name made when I was a little boy in Pakistan. The shorter title is to honor a fragrance that I recall seeing on my parents’ dresser, Evening In Paris, which came out around 1928 and was popular in the 1960s and 1970s I think. Love to the city of love and lights and all good people who live within it.
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When I moved to Snowdonia two and half years ago I lived very briefly in Prenteg which lies at the foot of Moel Ddu. At the time I was heartbroken having split up with my fiance and it took me weeks to find the motivation to climb a mountain. When I did, that mountain was Moel Ddu.
Tonight I returned and remembered those dark days when even the hills offered no solace.
I've come a long way but the mountains are no longer a much needed escape from everyday life...they are my everyday life.
Praying for Minneapolis, Chicago, and their people tonight. Two towns where I have spent the vast majority of my life and love. So much senseless tragedy - just heartbreaking.
Binnshire, Gouldsboro, Maine
I wouldn't normally have thought to enter this image of our beautiful and loving GSD in the Best of 2024 group but Ena left us yesterday, and left us heartbroken. I wish she could have met each of you. She loved people, and trusted everyone (and never to her disadvantage I am happy to say). I have never met a more friendly, loving and beautiful dog than our Ena. She lived well over 12 years which is great for a GSD, over six of those years with us. Before that she was a mom at a great breeder, Seelenvoll. Owners of Seelenvoll dogs are a bit like one big family and many own puppies and grand puppies of our Ena. I see Ena in the faces of many of these dogs. Run free sweet Ena! My heart may be broken, but you have left us with wonderful memories and I think you left the world a better place by spreading your love far and wide.
The story goes that a ravishing young princess from Maui was captured by a young warrior from Lanai. He took her as his wife and brought her back to his home island. He was so stricken with her beauty that he was afraid to let other men see her, and thus he confined the princess to a sea cave near the rock.
One day, as the warrior was away, the weather suddenly changed drastically, and the raging surf began to pound this side of the island. The warrior rushed back to the cave, but it was too late: His beloved Puu Pehe had drowned. Heartbroken, he retrieved her body and, with the help of the gods, climbed the steep rock island, where he buried her in a tomb. Overcome with grief, the warrior then leaped off the rock to his death.
Puu Pehe is situated about 150 feet offshore between Manele Bay and Hulopoe Bay along the island’s southern coastline. A closer look at this picturesque sea stack reveals, indeed, a tomb-like structure resting at the summit. Archeologists who have studied the rock will tell you that there are no human remains in this “tomb.” The tomb, in fact, may actually be a bird heiau (temple) constructed by the ancient Hawaiians, as numerous bones from sea birds have been found near the heiau.
I proposed to my wife here.
A little boy had been trying for many days to capture one of the little birds that snacked in the family fields. He had tried over and over again to hide in the bushes and surprise one of those birds enough to get his hands on it. Finally, after many failed attempts, he captured his prize. And he couldn't wait to show his mommy. He wrapped his hands around that little bird and he ran all the way to his house. As soon as the little guy saw his mother, he proudly extended his cupped hands and said, "Mommy, I got a bird! He's really cute!" But his joy didn't last long. As he slowly opened his hands for his mother to see, he noticed the bird wasn't moving - or breathing. It was one heartbroken boy who cried, "Mommy, I was afraid I'd lose him. But I held him so tight, I crushed him."
you can avoid that unhealthy kind of love that crushes a child and often loses a child. A controlling parent, a manipulating parent, a guilt-tripping parent, a shaming parent, a dominating parent - those are parents who will ultimately produce the very results they fear by holding too tight. You may get some immediate compliance, but you're either going to cripple or drive away that child. Nagging and criticizing and pressuring only end up pushing them away from the very choices you so desperately were trying to get them to make.
You just keep sowing good seed in their life, knowing you don't reap the day after you sow. You keep offering them the safety of your unconditional love. You keep showing them how to make good decisions; not making all the decisions for them. You keep reminding them of the awesome person God made when He made them. You keep setting reasonable boundaries with reasonable penalties, and you be consistent with them. You keep listening to their heart. And you keep giving them back to God, and stop trying to be "God" in their life. Only He can be that.
Love them deeply - hold them loosely so they can learn to fly as God made them to.
-gospel.com
Holywell, Huntingdonshire
Overlooking the Great Ouse river, The Old Ferry Boat is reputedly England's oldest inn. Located in the hamlet of Holywell, the thatched roof and white stonework have remained for many years, This ancient pub has a rich history.
The Old Ferry Boat Inn boasts a haunting story, which becomes immediately apparent when you spot the grave under the bar. Staff and customers have reported strange goings on at the pub from lights refusing to switch off to things going bump in the night.
The lovely pub is widely reputed as one of the 'most haunted' in Cambridgeshire, alongside The Eagle in Cambridge.
On March 17, 1050, a local girl who was only 17 at the time, fell passionately in love with a forester called Tom Zoul. Sadly, Tom didn't return her love and heartbroken Juliet hung herself from a tree near the Inn so that Tom would see her body on his way to work. In another version of the story, Juliet drowned herself in the River Ouse, instead of hanging herself.
But whatever the cause of her untimely death, Juliet was buried in the unhallowed ground close to the Inn. Because of the stigma attached to suicide in the 11th century, and her grave was marked only with a plain stone slab.
Over the years the pub has been developed and extended, and Juliet's grave slab has become part of the interior. The slab can be seen in the bar today, and rumor has it that Juliet's ghostly form rises from the river at midnight on March 17, every year, and glides towards her grave.
Many people claim to have seen the heartbroken phantom, while others have commented on the eerie feeling associated with the ancient pub.
For hundreds of years a ferry crossed the river at this point. One famous passenger, Hereward the Wake. used it to escape from the Norman invaders.
Poppy 2004-2018
Poppy died of cancer, she had a growth and it was very aggressive. luckily she was not ill for long, I miss her so much, I'm heartbroken, she was always with me and now I feel very lonely without her, well I suppose at least I still have my Megan, she is missing her too.
Thank you for taking the time to stop by, your comments or criticism is very much appreciated, take care,stay safe and have a lovely day !!
Sorry I am so far behind with comments and group work, also my laptop broke and it's taken a while for me to get a new one and now I'm stuggling to use it, it's so different to my old one and much faster than me :))
Donner Lake is beautiful. Honestly, I was more excited to head to Donner Lake than Tahoe, just because it's smaller and the scenery immediately near it is more spectacular than Tahoe's. I went there at around 2pm and went to Tahoe, and then came back to it it at sunset. This is looking the opposite way than the sunset. I've never stood on a frozen lake, so my right foot here was standing on the ice, and my left foot about a foot down in the snow.
Feel free to View this purple sucker LARGE unless you want Cloverfield to come down and whomp on ya.
In other sad news, yesterday after work, I was going to photograph yes, another sunset and i grabbed my tripod to set it up and I.... broke off the head!
Before you start accusing me of taking steriods, I should tell you, the tripod I've been using I got back in 1986 as a promo item when my parents bought me (a snotty nosed 11 year old) my first telescope at K-mart. Plastic and made by Ambico, I've used that POS for every single landscape shot that's needed it. Pretty amazing if you ask me, considering some of my shots.
Heartbroken, I threw that sucker in the first trash can I found, did some research when I got back to my hotel, and promptly bought the Manfrotto 785B travel tripod. I got it on sale, and keeping the reciept means when I get home I can give it back to Ritz.
Today has been one of the hardest days of my life. Following the vets advice, we had to come to the painful decision to let our dear sweet gentle Podge go on his final journey. We are totally devastated so please forgive me if I am not very communicative just now. There is never a good time but this has to be one of the worst times to say goodbye to a beloved pet. Podge was 20 years, 3 months and 12 days old and I have known him for every second of his life as I saw him being born. My heart is broken, I loved this boy so much, he was such a character.
We are “borrowing the world from our children” and we are not playing nice. We may be the first generation in history to leave our world worse off for our children.
At a time where I sometimes feel overwhelmed by the troubles around the world, speechless and heartbroken at the things we do to each other and our planet, yesterdays Strike for Climate Change gave me hope. The march belonged to the children, the students who came out in the tens of thousands, holding signs and chanting for change. For many, including my daughter (not pictured), it will have been a first. Hopefully, not the last.
They were joined by us old folk, who came along to support them and their dream for a better future - a war cry for action.
I fear they will not be heard yet but maybe when politicians realise that the children are only a few years off voting, they might be compelled to take action, albeit kicking and screaming.
Keep chanting for change young people. One day you will be heard. I am proud.
I'm reposting this because I just now saw an wonderful photostream of Boston and vicinity street photos. Such fun and so nostalgic for me... They were by fotosqrrl
The magnificent Dusty Button in Anthony Randazzo's lovely and wonderful class The class was onstage at The Boston Opera House. during The Boston Ballet Fiftieth Anniversary Alumni Reunion Weekend. Fantastic...:)
I was heartbroken to discover that the view from front row seats at the Boston Opera House cuts off the dancers' feet!!!! This may be okay for opera viewing, however, it is a disaster for dance photography!!!
I could get decent photos of dancers only while they were jumping! That was after the ballet class had moved from the barre to combinations in "the center." Notice the missing feet of the dancers who are not jumping...(:-(
Another interesting observation. The dancers exhibit different dance styles. I imagine it's because the dancers are from all over the world...
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Thank you Glynn Wormley. This is the last photo taken of our lovely horse Whitaker. Unfortunately today he crossed the rainbow bridge after a long debilitating illness. We are all heartbroken but he had the most loving home and lovely life. RIP beautiful boy xx
11th December,2023.
It is very frosty outside today and cold but the snow from the weekend has now all gone. I just hope the weather is going to start getting better now and this will be the last image of a snowstorm I will be posting. This is my adorable owner Charlie. He owns me not the other way round.
I lost my beautiful fellow September 2021 am completely heartbroken.
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This young fellow followed Molly and Alicia home last night. We tried to find his ower, but there was no-one around. He has no ID and no-one so far has reported him missing. He's mostly labrador and still a pup. Bless. Hope we find his owner as they must be heartbroken!
"Old story has it, as we go thru life we really don't really change. we just become more of the same. You look around you as the years go by, and it seems a very valid premise. People dont change. As a matter of fact most of us resist change very strongly. Yet change is a sure thing. The only variable is rate. Slow we read as evolution, and fast as revolution." ~ Forget
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Today, I think i just lost my best friend.... for reasons I'm not really wanting to go into. For now, perhaps its for the best, but I can't help but be heartbroken about it. It feels so surreal, almost like a deja vu. This exact senario has happened to me more times than I can count.... maybe its just part of the curse of being me. Somehow I gotta figure out how to keep this from happening in the future, cuz it always hurts... but I dont know how to, because its always comes as a complete suprise. maybe I'm just naive. /sigh
I was kinda shocked that she went to rehab BUT I'm glad that she want a help and she knew she had problems. I'm sure she wanted start all over and starts a fresh life and put all bad things behind her. and DONT KILL ME OR HATE ME! I personally think Joe kinda made it little worst because he brought Ashley to their tour and Demi was still trying to move on and was still heartbroken. I think It was asshole of him for doing that. He made it even more emotional and more akward. Okay I'm done.
I am heartbroken to hear of this great loss and injury. My prayers and my heartfelt thoughts are with you.
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we all share the yearning for a place to call our own, marking our presence in the world with our relationships, creations and items that represent us. we dream, share pain, laughter, love, hate, joy, anger and yet we focus not on our similarities but our differences. we let governments speak for us. our voices silent and lost in the masses. ignorance is bliss until someone we love is lost through actions of those who will never be held accountable. the internet draws us all closer making friends of strangers. a place where we learn from each other, realise we're not alone and that the world is a smaller place than we could ever believe. no one really wants to fight, we all know that conflict never solves the problem and it's always due to greed and inflated egos. it's about time for weapons to be removed from all sides, temper tantrums checked and for those we elected to respect the positions we gave them and to respect us. our humanity should unite not divide us. i for one am heartbroken when hearing and seeing anguish every time i watch the news. i'm tired of feeling so helpless. i'm tired of feeling so achingly powerless. and i'm sure in that i'm not alone. those of us who live in a world where we wake and sleep in a soft warm bed, wander with loose change in our pockets, a world where we can drive through the nights to sweet music, dine out under twinkling stars, glasses clinking and ears warmed with sweet conversations. i hope you realise we already live in shelter. we are sheltered.
let's be kind to one another <3
just some thoughts.. wishing you all a lovely weekend!
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