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Week 46-52 -2015 Edition - Theme - Bokeh
My photo for this weeks Bokeh theme is lighted candles. I changed from my original idea to lighted candles in memory of all those killed and injured in the atrocities in Paris. Also today 15 November is World Day of Remembrance for victims of road accidents. In Ireland over 23,000 people have lost their lives on Irish Roads since records began in 1959. [source Road Safety Authotity (RSA)
www.rsa.ie/RSA/Road...road.../World-Day-of-Remembrance-2015/
Photo was taken in St. Brigid's Church, Cabinteely, Dublin, Ireland.
Used off centre focus on the candle on the left
Macro Mondays theme : Vegetables
Bok Choy is a type of Chinese cabbage. I love to use it in my cooking. It adds a touch of luscious green and as we know, green vegetables are good for us! There are of course many varieties of Bok Choy. I bought the “junior” ones (or miniature if you prefer) for my picture. I trimmed the bok choy to get to the center part. I ended up with a 2” tall bok choy! I normally use the regular ones for my cooking but the junior ones are just as good.
Enjoy! And don’t forget to eat your greens!
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Resembling a biplane poised for takeoff, this tiny amberwing dragonfly stayed motionless amidst the pink tassel flowers in a wildflower field in Central Florida.
This weeks Macro Mondays theme is Citrus.
You always hear about the bad apple, but you never hear about the bad citrus. Surely there are consequences for bad citrus, possibly including the electric chair? It appears this Cutie segment has been bad, and has met such a fate.
Nothing special in this photo, it is exactly as it seems. 12,000 volts of electricity running through fruit.
Best viewed large.
HMM.
Weekly Theme Challenge ~ Tabletop Photography
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Dream Theme
Interplanetary Travel
Youtube: 4K | Plutonia - Interplanetary Travel (Tunisia 🇹🇳)
"4K" Road Trip in Tunisia - Visiting Tunisia "2019"
Camera: Canon EOS Kiss X7i
Photograph by Yusuf Alioglu
Location: Outer space (space)
Weekly Theme Challenge ~ Starts with the Letter G
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Reader note: adult memoir themes, desire, memory, relationships, and emotional consequence.
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Khamis was not just
a body to her.
He became shelter.
Weight.
Heat.
Voice.
A human anchor.
Not because it was sexual.
Because it was safety.
The way he lay there,
talked to her,
held her in place,
and calmed the storm
in her nervous system
became a kind of imprint.
So when he left,
it was not only
a man went away.
It was this:
The person
whose presence calmed her
removed that presence
from her life.
That is a different grief.
◇ ◇ ◇
She was not only longing
for romance
or touch.
She was longing
for the one physical arrangement
that had told her body:
You are safe now.
You can stop bracing.
I am here.
Her body received
something larger
than desire.
Regulation.
Safety.
Recognition.
Home inside skin.
That does not mean
he owed her
his whole life.
But it does mean
his leaving hurt
in a way ordinary absence
does not explain.
◇ ◇ ◇
Something beloved
is going away.
You can see it happening.
You cannot stop it.
Helpless witness.
The loved thing
is leaving.
She could not keep him.
She had to stand there
and watch love leave.
That is why
his leaving became
so enormous inside her.
It was not only
about romance.
For a little while,
he had not been
the leaving.
He had been warmth.
Weight.
Voice.
Presence.
Shelter.
◇ ◇ ◇
She carried grief
from 1979
because something in her
kept asking:
Where did the shelter go?
And the adult answer
was painful.
The shelter had to become
internal.
She built rooms
of her own.
She carried the note.
She survived
without the weight of him.
But the younger woman
still remembered
what it felt like
when someone else
held the roof up
for a while.
That was not weakness.
That was body memory.
◇ ◇ ◇
When the Egyptian officer returned in 1985,
it was grief
breaking open.
It was:
You’re back.
You’re really back.
I never thought
I would see you again.
That was not just desire.
That was the body
recognizing someone
it had been carrying
for six years.
Maybe she should have cried.
Maybe she should have gone
straight to him
and let the truth spill out
before pride,
politeness,
fear,
and old codes
got their boots on.
Or maybe he would have frozen.
Maybe he would have stepped
into pride.
Maybe the truth
would have been too naked
in the room.
She was trying
to read him.
She was trying
to protect herself.
She was trying not
to make a fool of herself
in front of a man
who had already disappeared once.
But emotionally,
that was the real greeting:
You came back.
I waited somewhere
inside myself.
I thought I had lost you
forever.
That was the sentence
under everything.
Flickr Lounge ~ Starts with the Letter C
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Tracking the Grand Kids
Art for Fun by Patricia
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