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We have been rained on for days here in Augusta, GA. Just some of the many puddles on the Augusta Canal Trail.
Scenes from nature, July 31, 2016--Sharon, Connecticut, USA--1 of 5 images. There were Crescent Butterflies, everywhere! I'm not sure of specific ID.
After the recent 8” of rain, there are lingering puddles along the roads; some look deep enough to swim in! It’s gray today, but no rain forecasted so I went out for a 5.25 mile walk.
My 365-2022: #8 of 365
Song of Childhood
When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.
When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.
When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.
By Peter Handke
...
Dal a gyermekségről
Mikor gyermek volt a gyermek,
karját lóbálva járt,
folyónak hitte a patakot.
folyamnak a folyót,
és tengernek ezt a pocsolyát.
Mikor gyermek volt a gyermek,
nem tudta, hogy ő gyermek,
mindenben lelket érzett,
és egynek érzett minden lelket.
Mikor gyermek volt a gyermek,
semmiről sem volt véleménye,
nem voltak szokásai,
gyakran ült törökülésben,
nekifutás nélkül ugrott,
forgó volt a hajában,
és nem fintorgott fényképezés közben.
(Fordította: Márton László)
...
Elogio dell’infanzia
Quando il bambino era bambino,
camminava con le braccia ciondoloni,
voleva che il ruscello fosse un fiume,
il fiume un torrente
e questa pozzanghera il mare.
Quando il bambino era bambino,
non sapeva di essere un bambino,
per lui tutto aveva un’anima
e tutte le anime erano un tutt’uno.
Quando il bambino era bambino
non aveva opinioni su nulla,
non aveva abitudini,
sedeva spesso con le gambe incrociate,
e di colpo si metteva a correre,
aveva un vortice tra i capelli
e non faceva facce dal fotografo.
...
LIED VOM KINDSEIN
Als das Kind Kind war,
ging es mit hängenden Armen,
wollte, der Bach sei ein Fluß, der Fluß sei ein Strom,
und die Pfütze das Meer.
Als das Kind Kind war, wußte es nicht,
daß es Kind war,
alles war ihm beseelt, und alle Seelen waren eins.
Sah den Horizont, ohne sich hinzuflüchten,
konnte sich nicht beeilen,
und nicht auf Befehl und auch nicht vorsätzlich denken.
Als das Kind Kind war,
hatte es von nichts eine Meinung,
hatte keine Gewohnheit,
saß oft im Schneidersitz, lief aus dem Stand,
hatte einen Wirbel im Haar
und machte kein Gesicht beim Photographieren.
It's Puddle's favorite kind of day outside! She did mention it could be a little rainier! I was trying to rematte her makeup and it turned white so I quickly had to replace her blush ans shadow, she got a few freckles and lower lashes in the mishap as well!
It's a lot of fun to walk around and look at everyone's dolls. I enjoy seeing how people customize them. But it's also neat to see some of the rarer dolls or brand new ones in person.
#urban #puddle #reflection #phonecam #blackandwhite #street #Belgrade
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The fragile life of a puddle, moth, newt and tadpoles struggle to survive, hunt or be hunted. Photo Kevin Keatley, Camera Nikon D800, 16-35@35mm, F8, 1/200 sec., ISO 400
Mamiya C330, Mamiya-Sekor 65mm f3.5, Kodak t-max 100 developed in Microfine, Epson GT-X830. 1/250, f/8.