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for February and the Romantic season.
Love me without fear
Trust me without questioning
Need me without demanding
Want me without restrictions
Accept me without change
Desire me without inhibitions
For a love so free....
Will never fly away.
By Dick Sutphen
Keep your heart pure, don't clutter it with a book-keeping of lies.
Keep your love, as tender and sweet as these petals...
Thank you, M, (*_*)
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“Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Questioning look in this portrait shot and as previously stated I could not move any further away due to the dry moat behind me. Once the stag was ashore I almost got some beautiful photos in dappled sunlight when it moved further away but some stupid girl saw me taking photos and got up from where she was sitting on a bench and stood in front of the Stag, no more than than a metre maximum from it...We witness this behaviour every year. Last year a man posed with his dog directly next to this stag whilst his wife/ girlfriend took lots of photos using a smart
phone..
Red deer have red-brown fur with a cream rump. The UK’s largest land mammal, a mature male (stag) may stand four feet tall at the shoulder and weigh up to 200kg.
Stags develop a large set of antlers that grow with age. Starting with just two points, the antlers steadily develop more branches, reaching up to 16 in most cases. These antlers are shed and regrown every year. Females (hinds) lack antlers and are more lightly built than males.
The Real Work
It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.
✁✁ ✵* Wendell Berry
Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
to be understood.
How grass can be nourishing in the
mouths of the lambs.
How rivers and stones are forever
in allegiance with gravity
while we ourselves dream of rising.
How two hands touch and the bonds will
never be broken.
How people come, from delight or the
scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.
Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.
Let me keep company always with those who say
“Look!” and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.
⚝ Mary Oliver
You see, I want a lot.
Perhaps I want everything:
The darkness that comes with every infinite fall
And the shivering blaze of every step up.
So many live on and want nothing
And are raised to the rank of prince
By the slippery ease of their light judgments
But what you love to see are faces
That do work and feel thirst…
You have not grown old,
And it is not too late to dive
Into your increasing depths where life
Calmly gives out its own secret.
_. Rainer Maria Rilke / The Book of the Hours
'The Struggle Of The Magicians' (Excerpt No. 1)
.. to go back and forth between exercised confinement and transcendence, between cause and effect - to doom or redemption; between nothing and everything, between wander and wonder; between the need to be tempered and about the freedom to be just be; to see beginnings vanishing into distant music without a trace, only to return as a noise from fragile consciousness - activated through the paradox of human reality meeting the stronghold in self - on the playground of dynamic transformation - a portal into another iteration of reality and into the composition of the wholehearted relationship.
... to even out beyond the creases of the wrinkled time and ownership of habitual bones - to eternally belong to that timeless grandeur - that plane of calm that houses wondrous clarity and tap in creativity, joy, wisdom from that which naturally breathes peace and love - to reverberate with eterna song - of virtues belonging enmasse to humility'... a song not far for the sound to fade away but whose life is connected to every hugbeat of 'Eterna' Heart
Song by Rev Theory
I hear voices in my head
they council me
they understand
they talk to me
You've got your rules and your religion
all designed to keep you safe
but when rules start getting broken
you'll start questioning your faith
I have a voice that is my savior
hates to love and loves to hate
I have a voice that has the knowledge
and the power to rule your fate
I hear voices cryin'
I see heroes dyin'
I taste blood that's dryin'
I feel tension risin'
I hear voices in my head
they council me
they understand
they talk to me
they talks to me
they tell me things that I will do
they show me things I do to you
they talk to me
they talk to me
all the lawyers are defenseless
all the doctors are diseased
and the preachers all are sinners
and police just take the grease
all you judges you are guilty
all the bosses I will fire
all you bankers will have losses
politicians are all liars
I see darkness fallin'
I hear voices callin'
I feel justice crawlin'
I see faith has fallen
I hear voices in my head
they council me
they understand
they talk to me
they talks to me [man's faint echo]
they tell me things that I will do
they show me things I do to you
they talk to me
they talk to me
I hear voices cryin'
I see heroes dyin'
I taste blood that's dryin'
I feel tension risin'
I hear voices in my head
they council me
they understand
they talk to me
they talks to me [man's faint echo]
they tell me things that I will do
they show me things I do to you
they talk to me
they talk to me
Just published the December issue of my journal that is devoted to questions and questioning. It is available for free online at questioning.org/Dec2022/allabout.html
High on the list of essential questions we ask during our lives is “What's it all about?" Schools should help students to wrestle with such questions early in life so one day they may be able to look back with pride at lives well lived.
How will I make my mark?
Will I do good?
Will I do well?
In the movie, Alfie wasn’t thinking much about his legacy, but this article will focus upon it.
It turns out we’re here for a very short time even if we live until we’re 77 or 87. The years go by all too swiftly and we might ask at the end "Did we leave our mark?"
Did we do any good? Did our life matter at all?
Continued at at questioning.org/Dec2022/allabout.html
Entering the lobby of The Continental, Thomas spotted a newspaper lying on the floor. Picking it up to study it, his brow furrowed as he read the headlining article.
"It appears the heiress was last seen here, inside the members lounge. One of the bartenders by the name of Medusa apparently had an interaction with her", Thomas conveyed to Hunter who approached to study the article over his shoulder.
"Well, let's head up and have a little chat to Medusa. Perhaps she has some insight as to where Miss Amabelle was headed to after her meeting inside the lounge", Hunter remarked.
The two investigators ventured into the dimly lit lounge area, both a little taken aback to be greeted by two rather intimidating looking characters behind the bar. After a few questions in which Medusa was constantly interrupted by her sister Euryale, Hunter and Thomas decided to head out into the ominous streets of the city. Their destination, The Black Crab.
....to be continued
Led by a pair of Canadians. I was questioning if this was an intermodal or not but eventually the stacks came around.
One from Monday - after that strange yellow sky I thought we might get a decent sunset. Storm Ophelia whooshed through making it difficult to hold my camera, I gave up and threw my ND filters and everything in my camera bag and legged it, questioning my sanity - what normal person would venture out on such a windy evening, and park under trees?!!
In Sera Monastery, monks debate Buddhist logic, philosophy, and scriptures through structured argument, gestures, and questioning.
Of course, I didn't anticipate the questions these passers-by might ask, but when I looked at the photo carefully on my computer, it seemed to me that each of them was asking a question. And that these four questions, typical of everyday life, could be nuanced according to the facial expressions.
From left to right, the title of the photo gives you my personal interpretation.
I have spent this past week going back and forth on wether or not I should share this image, continuously questioning myself how I feel about it. I have had this image in mind since a few months back and have always put it on the side, and didn’t create it until now. I struggled quite a bit with it in post, and am not incredibly pleased by the end result, but came to the point where I didn’t know what to do with it in order to like it.
I suppose I have reached the point where I am doubting everything that I am creating. It is rough, but I guess life is trying to teach me some sort of lesson and that I should just go for it, and see where all of this will bring me. I also don’t know why I am telling this to all of you here, but felt like sharing it somewhere.
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Love me without fear
Trust me without questioning
Need me without demanding
Want me without restrictions
Accept me without change
Desire me without inhibitions
For a love so free....
Will never fly away.
By Dick Sutphen
Keep your heart pure, don't clutter it with a book-keeping of lies.
Keep your love, as tender and sweet as these petals...
Lead and enjoy a good life, do and say things that enrich... and do not forget to tell the people close to you, how much you love them!
Thank you, M, (*_*)
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Love this big live oak in our front yard. Tree guy says it has 2-3 years before Oak Wilt gets it. Dammit.
He is quick, thinking in clear images:
I am slow, thinking in broken Images.
He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images;
I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images.
Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance;
Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance.
Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact,
Questioning their relevance, I question the fact.
When the fact fails him, he questions his senses;
When the facts fail me, I approve my senses.
He contnues quick and dull in his clear images;
I continue slow and sharp in my broken images.
He in a new confusion of his understanding;
I in a new understanding of my confusion.
Robert Graves.
Always curious, always adventurous, always questioning, quizzical, timeless. And ageless.
Weird with the screen calibration/settings. When I exported the image from LR everything was the way I wanted it, still enough detail in the shadow parts, but when I saw it here after uploading it ... details gone. Too dark. Everything. Yikes. I hope that it looks better on your monitors than on mine.
Size: 3,5 x 4 cm (1,37 x 1,57 inches). Lit straight from below with a small keyring LED.
A Happy Macro Monday, Everyone!
Thank you for your comments and faves, they are always highly appreciated!
Do you know what I don't understand about you?
The mind turned to the heart with a questioning look, and the heart looked up with love and answered
"That is your burden, dear mind, you always try to understand everything."
The mind was not convinced and continued:
"You have experienced so much pain in the past, and yet you never stop loving. There will always be people in the future who will hurt and disappoint you does that not frighten you?"
The heart answered softly, but with certainty
"I never live in the past, nor in a possible future, the way you do.
I beat in the here and now.
Yesterday no longer concerns me, because I feel at home in the present, a place where love and hope are still allowed to grow."
👩I'll be away for a while...
I need to get back in shape first.
© 2022 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.
Today at DisneyPhotographyBlog.com, I wrote I pretty open ended piece questioning if the DSLR is dying, due to the recent trend of high image quality mirrorless cameras out there. Note that I'm not saying the DSLR is DEAD, I simply question if it is starting to become on its way out. Make sure to head over there and join the conversation! Thanks for looking!
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Way before the Open Days I was questioning if I would see the locomotive attend in steam. To my surprise, thanks to the hard efforts put in by the workers to bring K160 back to life after a 13-year overhaul, this became a reality as roughly a week before the day came it was announced that K160 was back in steam and ready to roll for the event.
Without further to do, the locomotive spent the first of 3 days on good trains, public cab inspections and more. I managed to capture K160 here on the second ladder track beside the main yard where it would parallel D3 639 & Y112 on a goods train.
Newport Workshops, Victoria
March 7th, 2026
'What does one see?'
Standing before the mirror, she looked.
Questioning that which it did show.
A past filled with trials and pain of her own.
Burdens of others she had to bear.
Deep wounds inflicted that slowly healed, but
A cloudy and dark road she had to travel alone.
Until such a day where the sun seemed to shine through.
Lighting the road for a while for another to join.
Where joy and happiness followed,
As she was no longer alone.
One day a cloud rolled in and the road grew dark.
A trip, stumble and fall caused new pain and burdens.
Adding to those that had lightened for a bit.
Old woulds reopened and new ones formed.
Forsaken by family and friends, she continued on.
Again traveling down the road,
Holding tightly to one small hand though as she went.
Years went by and slowly the rays broke through the clouds.
Lighting the road once more.
Another small hand clasped the one that had grown.
Together they walked the lighted road.
Smiling and skipping as years went by.
Occasionally hopping over holes so as not to trip again.
Some clouds so persistent, arose again.
Now more than one tripped and fell this time.
The first, more wounds and scars to add.
The others, a scare and moment of hurt.
The two stood up, joined hands and continued on.
The first stayed sitting, unable to rise so easily this time.
As the mirror grew dark with no more story to tell for now,
A tear slid down her face at what was seen.
-Mystic-
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