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There are several smaller nature reserves in Damme, and this is one of them.
There is an old windmill in the background.
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Model, co-conspirator, and huge contributor: Teyla ❤
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"Do you think anyone will come?" she asked in a soft voice while rehearsing her routine, with the Angel assisting her to stay steady as she concentrated on the lines and shapes of her body.
The Angel's lips twitched, and her fingers briefly tightened on the girl's arm. "Do you think it matters?" she replied.
The girl continued to maintain her form, the Angel continued to silently guide her, tapping gently to correct. The smile never left the Angels' lips, as she waited for the girl to process her thoughts and feelings.
That part of the dance completed, the girl folded her legs under herself, hugging her knees to her chest, still thoughtful.
"It mostly doesn't matter." She murmured, then glanced up with her impish smile and wide eyes, "It's been fun, of course, but it -partly- matters; I brought my ego along in my backpack after all."
The angel chuckled in that soft, lilting way she had, nodding at the girl's words. "I think it is one of those things in life, where it is all about the journey. We've had fun doing this, you have met so many people in the city."
She shrugged, "I think you will dance beautifully, and I certainly intend to be there!"
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Reflected at Eulennest Gallery
Exhibiting through to Dec 5
A walk we do many times. Standing on the bridge looking down the river, taking in the reflections and the sounds of the flowing river.
A view in black and white of the River Teign. Dartmoor National Park.
Reflection of Patience
On a stranded log beside a small cascade on the Korana River, a heron stands still.
No rush. No doubt. Just observation.
The upper part of the river restless and textured, the lower calm like a mirror —
as if nature itself divided the frame into thought and reflection.
In that quiet waiting there is something healing.
A reminder that patience is not empty time,
but a space where things gently fall into place.
Karlovac, Korana River — my calm, my zen.
Odraz strpljenja
Na nasukanom deblu, tik uz slapić na Korani, čaplja miruje.
Ne žuri. Ne sumnja. Samo promatra.
Gornji dio rijeke nemiran je i izbrazdan, donji tih poput ogledala —
kao da priroda sama dijeli kadar na misao i njezin odraz.
U tom tihom čekanju ima nečeg ljekovitog.
Podsjetnik da strpljenje nije prazno vrijeme,
nego prostor u kojem se stvari polako slažu na svoje mjesto.
Karlovac, rijeka Korana — moj mir, moj zen.
Pikes Peak in the background ~ Briargate, Colorado Springs
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Thank you and warm regards, Jane