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too late to wait for you,

too late to still love you…

I cry with silent tears

Sorrow

1 a: deep distress, sadness, or regret especially for the loss of someone or something loved

Photographer: ilker kocas

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My lovely cousins helped me make a beautiful story through five photos to illustrate a school assignment called "from sorrow to joy".

Playing around with the brightness and contrast. Hope you will like it.

 

This was photographed last April 2008 at Grande Island, Subic.

water color from DEBE.

Blinded By Sorrow

 

Modelo: Sarai Da Silva

Fotografía: Franco Petrini

Conceptualización / Edición: Franco Petrini

Asistentes Fotografía: Andres Ibarra - Marcos Perez

Maquillaje y Estilismo: Sarai Da Silva

I was supposed to photograph a concept for school, I had to take 6 photos of the same concept and I could choose between sorrow, happiness, rule, life, anger and worries. I chose sorrow and for one of the photos I asked my wonderful and adorable little sister to help me. Those are 100% real tears b.t.w. and I felt so bad for her when I was photographing her, I almost began to cry myself!

"Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak Whispers the o're-fraught heart, and bids it break."

-- William Shakespeare The Tragedy of Macbeth, IV, iii

  

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(Playing MadPea's Silver Moon)

 

I arrived at the wagon camp only to find it too abandoned. In another note I've found that fortunately for these people, they were given enough warning, to flee before the beasts were upon them. Marie has continued to flee as well, and she begs that I no longer follow, but I've come this far already, how can I abandon her now?

 

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One for sorrow,

Two for joy,

Three for a girl,

Four for a boy,

Five for silver,

Six for gold,

Seven for a secret,

Never to be told.

Eight for a wish,

Nine for a kiss,

Ten for a bird,

You must not miss.

A page in my Dylusional journal.

Background: Dylusions Inks

Image: magazine cutouts

Tioga Point Cemetary...Athens, PA

Derelict Lunatic Asylum

close up of a stone angel child clutcing a rose in a cemetary

Asahi Pentax Spotmatic, Super Takumar 50mm f/1.4, Kodak Tri-X

nikon D3000, 55-200mm VRlens

Please don't use this image on websites, blogs or other media without my explicit permission. © All...

At the cross her station keeping

stood the mournful Mother weeping,

close to Jesus to the last.

 

Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,

all His bitter anguish bearing

now at lenght the sword had passed.

 

Oh, how sad and sore distressed

was that Mother highly blessed,

of the sole-begotten One!

 

Christ above in torment hangs,

she beneath beholds the pangs

of her dying, glorious Son.

 

Is there one who would not weep,

'whelmed in miseries so deep,

Christ's dear Mother to behold?

 

Can the human heart refrain

from partaking in her pain,

in that Mother's pain untold?

 

Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled,

she beheld her tender Child

All with scourges rent.

 

For the sins of His own nation,

saw Him hang in desolation,

Till His spirit forth He sent.

 

O sweet Mother! fount of love!

Touch my spirit from above,

make my heart with thine accord.

 

Make me feel as thou hast felt;

make my soul to glow and melt

with the love of Christ, my Lord.

 

Holy Mother! pierce me through,

in my heart each wound renew

of my Savior crucified.

 

Let me share with thee His pain,

who for all our sins was slain,

who for me in torments died.

 

Let me mingle tears with thee,

mourning Him who mourned for me,

all the days that I may live.

 

By the Cross with thee to stay,

there with thee to weep and pray,

is all I ask of thee to give.

 

Virgin of all virgins blest!,

Listen to my fond request:

let me share thy grief divine;

 

Let me, to my latest breath,

in my body bear the death

of that dying Son of thine.

 

Wounded with His every wound,

steep my soul till it hath swooned,

in His very Blood away;

 

Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,

lest in flames I burn and die,

in His awful Judgment Day.

 

Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence,

by Thy Mother my defense,

by Thy Cross my victory;

 

While my body here decays,

may my soul Thy goodness praise,

safe in paradise with Thee.

 

Amen.

Gargoyle acting like: I've seen things...

The Stations of the Cross or the Way of the Cross, also known as the Way of Sorrows or the Via Crucis, refers to a series of images depicting Jesus Christ on the day of his crucifixion and accompanying prayers. The stations grew out of imitations of Via Dolorosa in Jerusalem which is believed to be the actual path Jesus walked to Mount Calvary. The object of the stations is to help the Christian faithful to make a spiritual pilgrimage through contemplation of the Passion of Christ. It has become one of the most popular devotions and the stations can be found in many Western Christian churches, including Anglican,Lutheran, Methodist, and Roman Catholic.

 

Inchicore is home to two major churches: the Church of Mary Immaculate [Oblates] and St. Michael's which I did not photograph today but I hope to do so in the not too distant future.

 

Behind the Oblate's Church is a full size replica of the Grotto of Lourdes, which was opened in 1930. The grotto is 50 feet high, 130 feet wide and 40 feet deep, and is built of reinforced concrete. The grotto does need some attention as its condition is not good. According to many reports the local bishop disapproved of the grotto and insisted that it must not be referred to as the "Irish Lourdes" - he also disapproved of “torch-lit processions, praying with outstretched hands and all-night novenas, especially those with women in attendance.

 

For many the main attraction is the rosary garden or rosary walk which was established later than the Marian Grotto but I do not know exactly when.

 

Oblates exercise very diverse ministries but above all seek to dedicate themselves to the poor and abandoned. One can thus find Oblates in Britain and Ireland working in parishes, in missionary formation, preaching, social justice and pastoral ministries, or prisons.

 

One cannot weep for the entire world. It is beyond human strength. One must choose.

- Jean Anouilh

 

Eyes can express alot of emotions.....but what you see may not be the actual emotion ones feeling inside...

 

A wistful look from a street-performing Zorro.

personally i think 95% of these people are scammers

He just fought back tears. He had to hide his sorrow.

가끔은 걷고싶은 길과 반대로 가야할때가 있어.그때 느껴지는 슬픔을 무엇과 비유를 할수있을까??

 

acrylic on the canvas 45.5 * 53 cm

-sold out-

"If a man take no thought about what is distant, he will find sorrow near at hand.”

-Confucius

  

a beautiful duet... emotional and raw.

In Sorrow and Support

At Toronto City Hall the day after the Paris terrorist attacks or Nov 13 2015

 

Only the street shots - thestreetzine.blogspot.com/

52 weeks of 2014 - Week 42: Naked portrait

ODC - A CANDID MOMENT

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