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I'm sick with missing;
sick with longing,
for someone who has been promised.
I have seen them in type,
but not yet in person.
They wait,
as in a sleep;
lost in the dream.
(Listening to Chad Valley - Labasa - still!!)
Sometimes you find words by a chance, like small treasures hidden -waiting for you to discover them.
Sometimes they inspire,
sometimes you stumble upon them after you have been running around in damp grass with no shoes on
- and you think that your original thoughts are shadowed by the apropriateness of the newly discovered gems.
We all have our reasons, our why's and because's, our wants and needs.
Its perhaps all a question of the cards we get dealt in life, how much we can use our because, how deeply we feel our why and how strongly we want or need.
Tonight's treasure comes from Old Russia.
We were four sisters, four sisters were we,
All four of us loved, but had different "becauses:"
One loved because father and mother told her to,
another loved because her lover was rich,
the third loved because he was a famous artist,
and I loved because I fell in love.
We were four sisters, four sisters were we,
All four of us wished, but had different wishes:
one wished to raise children and cook oatmeal,
another wished to wear a new dress every day,
the third wished everyone would talk about her,
and I wished to love and be loved.
July 24th 2006
EXPLORE August 04, 2008.
Sometimes we tend to miss out on the details of things... and life in general...
Sometimes we miss out on curves, and lines, and beauty...
Sometimes, it takes a monochromed view to bring us back
to the bare essentials
and re-awaken us to the fact
that, yes, beauty is,
indeed,
in the eye of the beholder...
(This ain't caramel no more...
But nevertheless deliciously curvy! I thought treating it in black and white would do it some justice. Have a great week ahead everyone!)
"When your stepfather abused or bullied your brother, were you usually spared?"
"I don't know…..Sometimes." I watched the fists on my knees tighten, relax, tighten. "I guess."
The old guilty relief : being the one not screamed at, not yanked by the arm or whacked in the head.
(I Know This Much Is True - p. 273 - Wally Lamb)
A volte, l'Amore, non lo puoi spiegare.
A volte, l'Amore, lo puoi solo vivere. Ed è pieno di sole.
A volte, l'Amore, lo puoi solo vedere negli occhi di chi si ama veramente.
E, quando è Amore, lo riconosci.
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Sometimes, Love, you can't explain It.
Sometimes, Love, you can just live It. And It's full of sun.
Sometimes, Love, you can just see It in the eyes of those who are really in Love.
And, when It's Love, you recognize It.
“Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
...konnte man Sonntag den Schirm zusammenklappen und für die letzten Spiele des Turniers am späten Nachmittag schien die Sonne
...I could collapse the umbrella today and to the end of the tournament the sun was shining
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Tag 183/365 (2017)
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Sometimes the smallest things
take up the most room in your heart.
(These words were spoken by that well-known philosopher, Winnie the Pooh.)
i haven't been taking too many photos of morley lately even though i know his time is limited. he just doesn't look like himself these days. his abdomen is swollen from the prednisone ... or an enlarged liver, i have no idea. his left eye which has been blind for probably the past year reflects the light and his eye lid sags. the right eye which has very little sight left in it appears to bulge, perhaps from the pressure of the tumor behind it. his hind end has atrophied and he swaggers with limited control, mostly due to the phenobarbital.
he did wag his tail a lot when merrick first came here ... not so much these days. i think he's feeling like merrick's just another obstacle to maneuver around in his dark world.
last night he had another grand mal seizure ... not as long as the last one, but perhaps a little more violent. the pheno and the pred are supposed to be helping stave off the seizures, and they pretty much have until last night.
i'm not sure whether to take him to the vet again. we're between a rock and a hard place ... the drugs are trashing his liver and/or kidneys, but without the drugs he could fall into cycle of seizures he'd be unable to come out of. not sure what else the vets can help with and we really can't afford any more vet bills.
i only wish this old man of mine wasn't so stubbornly independent ... i wish i could hold him and squeeze him and tell him how much i love him ... but morley has always needed his space. if i cuddle with him, i know he's not comfortable and is doing it only for me.
i wish i could turn back the clock ...
EDIT: right after posting this, morley waddled over to my chair of his own accord ... and when i reached down to pet him, he wagged ... a lot. it's good to see that wag.
2nd EDIT: 11:45 p.m. ... morley had a third seizure in 24 hours ... i believe it has left him totally blind now. after sitting up with him for hours in the brightly lit studio (he's lost in the dark), he's finally sleeping now at 1:45 a.m. ... i might try to carry him upstairs to his bed so maybe i can sleep too.
You can take what you can get
I forgive but I forget
You can never sleep enough
And your alarm is going off
You wake up and you can't pretend
A dream was just a dream again
Won't you dry your eyes?
But it doesn't matter anymore
You did just what you did before
Until you realize the words
Go la la la la la
You can dip your brain in joy
When you find the real McCoy
When some pretty boys with skinny ties
With black flowers and Valentines
Try to take you home
Do you recognize that I
Have stopped before you get too high
On your own supplies
Singing la la la la
You want it, you got it
You can't take it home
You got a long way to go
I wait forever to say that you will
You have a heart to show, ohh
Well you don't have to stay inside
Don't have to run, don't have to hide
Come dry your eyes
You know you can always change your mind
Maybe I will too in time
Once we understand
No one understands at all
Singing la la la la
Singing la la la la
Yo la Tengo
Sometimes this area is flooded, but it wasn't when I was there.
Los Angeles County, California
Photographed March 8, 2024
(Scanned 35mm color negative)
Camera: Nikon FE
Lens: Nikkor 50mm f/1.8 AI-S
Film: "Film Never Die" Sora 200
Sometimes you can't make it,
the best you can do is to fake it.
Sometimes you can't make it on your own…
I was tagged by www.flickr.com/people/langleyphoto/ to tell 10 things about myself. (By the way, check out this guy's stream if you haven't already. He's everything I want my photography to be)
1. I live on the coast of North Carolina in the United States.
2. I have a slight obsession with zombies.
3. I love The Smiths
4. I can play the guitar.
5. I cannot do the little tongue roll thing.
6. The furthest I've ever traveled to is Hawaii.
7. I met my wife in high school.
8. I am my own worst critic, especially with photography.
9. My favorite sport is probably hockey and college basketball.
10. I've nearly had skin cancer two times in my life, both times requiring surgery.
11. (I'll take it one step further)...I say "dude" A LOT in real life.
Happy Fence Friday, flickr-mates :-) Oh, and I"ll probably tag a few folks to play along, if they want.
Please Listen and thank me later. Everything that a song should be---> www.youtube.com/watch?v=oE7G2m4Wk1Q
This Scaup had just surfaced, and moments after the photo was taken, it dived again...
Sometimes, a Photographer manages to be in the right spot just at the right moment...!
Thanks so much for the very kind and encouraging comments beneath this photo...! Your support is very greatly appreciated.