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Beautiful petals

And color scheme.

Among the loveliest

Ever seen.

Such is the flower

Of one’s dreams

The iris

Is a floral queen.

 

by Walterrean Salley

(Second verse)

Such grace in this iris...originally against a white background, why did I do that?!

Enjoy the week FLICKR friends, thanks for stopping by...Pat...xo

Verses in spring.

 

Violet Gartenlicht

   

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Large View On Black

Crazy Tuesday theme: big verses small

 

Tablespoon vs coffee spoon

We were playing chicken as I was standing my ground to get the shot - lucky for me he swerved around ;-)

For Smile on Saturday!

Theme: Flag Unflagged"

 

Le drapeau du peuple malien !

Le drapeau du Mali est constitué de trois bandes verticales de même largeur. La bande de gauche est de couleur verte, celle du milieu est jaune, et celle de droite est rouge. Les trois couleurs ont une signification importante pour le peuple malien.

Le vert représente la prospérité, la fertilité et l'espoir. Le jaune est le symbole de la richesse du pays, représentant le sable doré du désert et le soleil ardent qui brille sur le Mali. Le rouge symbolise le sang versé par les héros nationaux lors des luttes pour l'indépendance et la liberté.

 

The flag of the Malian people!

The flag of Mali consists of three vertical stripes of equal width. The left stripe is green, the middle one is yellow, and the right one is red. All three colors have important meanings for the Malian people.

 

Green represents prosperity, fertility, and hope. Yellow is the symbol of the country's wealth, representing the golden sand of the desert and the hot sun that shines on Mali. Red symbolizes the blood shed by national heroes during the struggles for independence and freedom.

 

Un grand merci pour vos favoris, commentaires et encouragements toujours très appréciés.

 

Many thanks for your much appreciated favorites and comments.

  

Because when the sun shines, we'll shine together.

Told you I'll be here forever

 

Inspired by verses of Rihanna's "Umbrella" with thanks and respect.

© Karen Fayeth

A reflection on my new book of poetry

colours of copper

spider web twixt leaf and stalk

sunflower sculpture

 

thanks for all visits

   

Painted on the wall by the back door of our vacation rental. This was such a wonderful place to stay!

Pinhole exposed on photo paper with beer cans and photo paper. 2014 Year

He who turns inward with untroubled mind to search where the consciousness of "I" arises, realizes the Self, and rests in Thee, Oh Arunachala! like a river when it meets the ocean.

 

verse 3 of "Five Stanzas to Sri Arunachala" of Sri Ramana Maharshi.

 

Fourth of February 2012, around 6:30. As usual in the morning, Sri Arunachala wears a cloud cap which lasts up to the early afternoon on some days. The path is quiet, especially at this part of the road on the western side of the hill. Few vehicles pass by; always one finds some people doing girivalam (the ritual circuit of the holy hill in clockwise direction).

 

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So, this is the last of my Pip-verse Justice League.... Yup. Totally didn't make a Flash and forget to edit him...

 

(I'll get to it eventually... Maybe.)

 

Anywhoozlesworth, Aquaman. I didn't want to make him all manly and bearded and, ya' know, Thor-like. My goal was to make it look at least somewhat like his classic costume while being modern-looking as well.

 

So, story...

 

I'm thinking he's a marine biologist, 'cuz I don't know Aquaman's original origin. xP While exploring a sunken city he finds a golden trident. Upon pulling it out the city comes back to life and the residents declare him their king, 'cuz he fulfilled some sort of prophecy or whatever.

 

As far as powers, the trident lets him breath underwater, swim at high-speeds, attack fluently in the water and communicate with sea life.

 

Yeah, I like this one. I had a lot of fun coming up with the design and story.

Op 8 juli 2005 arriveerde Railion 6441 met een viertal fabrieksnieuwe reservebakken VIRM in Amersfoort.

I love this verse [explore] :]

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"The lovely daisy, so justly celebrated by European poets.."

 

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Same as the heroes, these are a bunch of figures I made a while back for Talon, but didn't use most of them.

 

L to R: Clayface, Killer Moth, Scarecrow, Two-Face, Bane, Deathstroke, Raven, Black Mask, Killer Croc.

 

Leave a comment and tell me your thoughts!

I promised a birthday card for Adriana, and this silvery evening shot seems perfect. My Lighthouse is by Villagers.

She loves poetry so this is a poem by Pablo Neruda

 

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

 

Write, for example,'The night is shattered

and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

 

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

 

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

 

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms

I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

 

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.

How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

 

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

 

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.

And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

 

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.

The night is shattered and she is not with me.

 

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.

My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

 

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.

My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

 

The same night whitening the same trees.

We, of that time, are no longer the same.

 

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.

My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

 

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.

Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

 

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

 

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms

my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

 

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer

and these the last verses that I write for her.

 

Inspired again (by T S Eliot)

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For Christ’s love compels us, because we are convinced that one died for all, and therefore all died. And he died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again...

 

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation, the old has gone, the new has come.

This one might not be super noir but that's okay. The trenchcoat doesn't fit on him since he's short, but I find that humorous more than anything else. Oh, and what he's holding is supposed to be a pipe, not a random dude's hand. :P

O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;

Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;

Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)

Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;

Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;

Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;

The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

 

Answer.

 

That you are here—that life exists, and identity;

That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.

 

-- Walt Whitman

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Cathédrale Saint-Sauveur-sur-le-Sang-Versé de Saint-Pétersbourg en Russie.

The Church of the Saviour on Spilled Blood in St Petersburg, Russia; completed in 1907

 

Tsar Alexander II, known as the ‘Tsar Liberator’, was assassinated by nihilist revolutionaries on 1st March 1881. His successor, Alexander III, decided to build a church on the spot where it happened.

The new Tsar selected an unusual architectural style for the new church. It was an evolution of the ‘Russian style’ inspired by medieval Russian architecture, a striking contrast to St Petersburg’s surrounding buildings

   

This was another fairly quick figure. I'm pretty happy with the way he came out! And I'm sorry if the editing isn't as good as My last picture, I was kinda rushing it. :/

 

Okay first off, the cane was made out of a BrickForge shepherd's crook that I modified and the end of the cane has a Lego katana handle glued on the end. The watch was made from a BrickForge vambrace piece with the end of a stud glued on. The face/body/arms/legs are all 100% painted by me. The vest and coat sleeves were sculpted using a self-hardening clay called Miliput. That's about it, thanks for looking! :)

An inspiration from a good friend. The right page is from a 19th century children's book. The left page is mine, photo and verse.

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