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Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's Party!"
~ Robin Williams
This is the last in my series of four crocus images.
Shot with Pentacon AV and 12mm extension tube.
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
~Rumi
Image captured during the unseasonal sunshine and warm weather of April (England, UK) which, coincided with the first few weeks of the COVID19 Lockdown.
Created using: Topaz Labs, and Topaz Studio
“You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might also pray in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.”
- Khalil Gibran
Thank you everyone for your wonderful prayers and good wishes. I am not very well at the moment, but will try to stop by at the weekends. God bless xo
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=-uJ61jgFCMM
FADE INTO YOU – MAZZY STAR
ABUNDANCY
Pure of heart lights the way
shines like sun in the month of May
carries me throughout this day
Abundancy of Love
How I wish I could slip away
to my little island not far away
and linger longer; warm hazy days
Abundancy of Being
I can see you in my dreams
feel your touch and all it seems
is all I need and tranquil streams
Abundancy of Soul
Roses perfumed sweetness flows
cherry blossom falls like snow
seasons come and seasons go
Abundancy of Nature
Silence; tranquil; peace and quiet
nightingales sing throughout the night
twinkling winking stars and moonlight
Abundancy of Heaven
Close my eyes and turn my cheek
love me if I'm who you seek
refresh my spirit when I feel weak
Abundancy of Life
Open my heart and let me sing
beauty is found in everything
be more aware and life will bring
Abundancy of All.
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"Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth." - Diane Ackerman
I am at hospital ... nothing to worry about. Will catch up soon x
“You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy. So let them go, let go of them. I tie no weights to my ankles.”
― C. JoyBell C.
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=GxzdA60uDrU
DINGLY DELL - LINDISFARNE
Fading ideals and memories
hidden beneath the stack
of letters and photographs
piled so high; yellowing
on dusty shelves once painted black
now peeling and dimple-dinted
by hammers and glancing blows
like my heart has taken
what my soul already knows
that we can never get back those times
of sweet halcyon days
when endless rhymes
fell from my lips into your ears
you held me so tight and quelled my fears
but like back then and so like now
the memory of you still dries my tears
and I feel your presence throughout the years
but there's no real use in looking back
except as a reminder that once all was well
those days of laughter in Dingly Dell
the smudges of mud from our runs in the hills
collapsing and breathless and laughing like stills
from an old movie we watched on cold Winter nights
over and over until we could recite
each and every phrase word perfect to our delight
smiling eyes joined our souls and set passions alight
now all I have left are those memories
they keep me warm; those sweet histories
but that's alright as long as I know
that the struggle for you that ran deeper than snow
is no longer a struggle; no longer a blow
you found new horizons; new sunsets and sunrise
the pale yellow moon lights up all your highways
you travel alone without me by your side
tucked into your breast pocket a note where I lied
telling you I was ok and not to worry about me
I loved you so much; I let you fly free
I never much wanted a caged bird you see
I would never me happy; you would never feel free
that is what true love is
the ability to know
when it's the right thing to stay
or the right thing to go
and I know it's the right thing in letting you go
because I also feel freer and I hope that you know
it will never be over; this love that I have
but I no longer feel burdened and I rarely feel sad
we can live with the peace in our minds and our souls
and the space in our heart that's reserved for us all
to let new love in; like the cherry tree flowers
that fill up my senses and transform my hours
to days and then weeks; to months and then years
until finally I get it; there is no reason to fear
we all must let go before we get back
the love that we give; the freedom we lack
I hope you are thinking as I'm thinking of you
the love we created will serve someone new.
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Don't spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door.
- Coco Chanel
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=dO1rMeYnOmM
TIME IN A BOTTLE by Jim Croce - 1973
WHEN DAYDREAMS AND DANDELION CLOCKS BLEW ON THE WIND
If time is a man-made concept,
does anything really exist
Is the passage of so many footsteps
as elusive to pin down as Scotch mist
I can remember my first sweet sixteen memory
when time still meant little or nothing
I was laying on a soft bed of green meadow grass
slightly damp still from fresh morning dew
Squinting into the hazy sunshine filled sky
and daydreaming lazily of you
the sun was warming my skin and my eyelashes
were blinking away the soft fall of teardrops of joy
memories were sweet and I felt complete
back then in the days before now
when daydreams and dandelion clocks blew on the wind
and twisted and turned back to me
when whispers of sweet nothings and the idleness of youth
captivated me and held back the fears
the best days of our lives were spent in that meadow
I recall every word that you said
we were seamlessly joined in our web of sweet love
and the passing of time never entered my head
Spring passed to Summer and only the seasons could tell
if time was a matter of moments, yet forever borne in our minds
the lemon scented flowers you placed in my hair
the precious caress of your hand
now imprinted and felt like a feather
barely tangible now on my face
yet I still close my eyes and remember those days
and I still feel the close proximity of you
and I wonder whether the gentleness of the love we felt back then
disappeared or was it caught within the depths of our minds
where time creates a mirage of memories to conjure up
whenever reality threatens to shatter our dreams …
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Digital artwork by me
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.. loud, intense, and although people were yelling, little was heard above the roaring of the wind. Though there were many an intrepid soul on the beach that day, there was a sense of being alone, just me and the ancient elements. In this place the internal dialogue seems to be magnified as if spurred on by the raging wind, the volume turned up bringing a distinct clarity, a comforting haven in the midst of the turmoil. An unexpected peace, a shelter with walls of noise, and sand and wind. I walked on with a sense of thankfulness thinking clearly...
"But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold. Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
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I'm a sucker for wildflowers; more so when they're truly wild in a field. I love them, they brighten any spot, even the side of a road that's riddled with potholes.
And so, this morning when I was walking back from an appointment and spotted this field of wild growth I had to pull the camera out and see what I could capture.
No field is ever the same. If I were to go back tomorrow, it would be different and I think that's what I love about places like this.
Variety, it's the spice of life!
Hope everyone has had a good day.
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If You Can Imagine Your Breath Being Taken Away, Then You're in Paradise.
I’ve found in my travels that it is found in many places,
from forest to desert
from sea to mountains
But the feeling is always the same, it seems
It’s right in front of me with the smells coming from a slight breeze
Hearing the waters flow by a small creek
Watching the birds dance amongst the tree limbs
As a raven soars on the winds above.
I don't have to close my eyes and imagine a sight to inspire awe,
But I am!
Another work of short poetry or prose to complement the image captured one early afternoon in Denali State Park while walking the Byers Lake Trail. This was a view looking mostly north through an opening in the treeline. This point is at a campsite that opens up to include a setting with Byers Lake as it moves into the creek and a forested and mountain view off in the distance. Those mountain peaks are a portion of the Alaska Range within Denali National Park & Preserve.
As for the composition of the image, I decided to use the slight rise I was on and then angle my Nikon SLR camera slightly downward to capture that more sweeping view to guide the eye through the opening in the trees to the view and setting beyond. My thinking was to expose for the more distant areas and not blow any highlights, while still being able to pull out the nearby, more shadowed areas. I did that using DxO PhotoLab 3 where I did some initial post-processing work making adjustments to contrast, brightness and saturation.
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