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Character is like a tree and reputation like a shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.
Abraham Lincoln
Shadows on the corrugated side wall of a bike shed in Christie Walk, which is a community of apartments and flats in Adelaide.
Taken with iPhone 4S.
This photo was taken at a wetland while I was trying to catch a sunset.
A father was holding her little daughter and walking through the shallow water carefully.
It was like a dream, bathed in the golden lights. And the shadow in the sunset reminded me of the time I spent with my father in my childhood. And I love the reflection in the water, it was amazing!
Shadow Model: My 3 and a Half years old [lest u start thinking the Ben 10 flip flops belong to me]
Exposure: 0.017 sec (1/60)
Aperture: f/22.0
Focal Length: 18 mm
ISO Speed: 200
Someone at Norfolk Southern must been a REALLY big fan of Sonic the Hedgehog, because not much else can explain the designs they put on their DC-AC units.
Song of the Barren Orange Tree
BY FEDERICO GARCÍA LORCA
TRANSLATED BY W. S. MERWIN
Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the torment
of seeing myself without fruit.
Why was I born among mirrors?
The day walks in circles around me,
and the night copies me
in all its stars.
I want to live without seeing myself.
And I will dream that ants
and thistleburrs are my
leaves and my birds.
Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the torment
of seeing myself without fruit.
This shadow reminded me of those cave paintings or Egyptian caricatures I see on tv. It's my tree actually
The Shadow Consecrates
The shadow consecrates the stone
Between the altar and the bone:
A tangible absence.
I stand without; within they sing,
My soul and theirs all spiralling
Towards some Presence.
I see the Light, I hear the Call
Between the lychgate and the wall,
And keep my distance.
The shadow weaves the loom of loss:
A hollow tomb, an empty cross
Raised like a monstrance.
The shadow consecrates the bone
That lies beneath the lichened stone
And I am Present.
The congregation sing within
By gargoyle’s tail and angel’s wing
And I am Absent.
Poem by Giles Watson, 2011.
Thanks for the idea Carlos! :o)
sorry have been a bit busy this last fews days and will catch up with yous all ... when I finish tonight for the holiday weekend ...Yay!! :D
Une demoiselle est apparue proche du carrousel , elle a fais un apparition assez funèbre . Oiseau de Mauvais Augure ? Peut - Etre . Qui est cet être étrange qui erre autours du manège enchantée ?
A lady appeared near the carousel, she appeared quite do a funeral. Bird of ill omen? May - be. Who is this strange creature that roams the arena goshawks Magic?
I don't like this photo.
These past few weeks I've been a bit lonely with how things go with my life. I feel like I'm doing all sorts of wrong things. My exams are not really good, unlike before. I try to study, but I just can't get those things inside my head. I'm afraid I might lose my scholarship and I still have a year left of school. I'm scared and exhausted at the same time. I feel really out of everything.