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When Cindy moved, the people who lived in the other apartment moved into that space and now I have a new neighbor in the upstairs apartment ... I didn't know he had a cat until I spied this one looking so intently at something on the ground... I think it was another cat because I saw it a little later... This was taken thru tree branches and isn't the best quality but I loved the look on it's face...
And when my fading memory,
Like the after-midnight trams,
Stops only at the main stations,
I will not forget you.
I will remember
That quiet evening, endless in your eyes,
The stifled sob upon my shoulder,
Like snow that cannot be brushed off.
The separation came
And I departed, far from you.
Nothing unusual,
But some night
Someone's fingers will weave themselves into your hair,
My distant fingers, stretching across the miles.
Poetry: Ismail Kadare
Source: www.albanianliterature.net/authors_modern1/kadare-i_poetr...
We had to take the flower pots inside due to frost warning and light streaming through the window was just right.
I bet you thought I was going to finish with “start to fall…”. I do love that song especially covered by Eva Cassidy. But I did actually mean leaves as in left but is leaving now… And when Autumn leaves – I get sad. Autumn is like a soothing balm to my spirit, a time when my already sensitive soul is even more sensitive, more contemplative and more raw. Autumn is the beginning of a goodbye. Winter IS the goodbye. And just like life, when you know your about to lose someone or if you are one of those people who strive to live as if every day were their last, you make some beautiful memories. It’s as if a loved one were told that they had cancer and that the time you had with them was suddenly shortened into months. Every moment you spend with that person will be in the moment. At present. The emotions will feel stronger, fuller and more substantial because you are reminded that these moments though precious are fleeting.
I lost someone precious, someone so dear to my heart that the absence of this person is a crushing weight on my soul, every day a reminder of the loneliness I grieve in her void. I lost my sister. And I lost her in the Winter.
Every time Autumn comes around I am stunned by the rich colors, vibrant and passionate palettes of gold hues, fiery oranges, provocative reds. I don’t just notice it, I live in it, I revel in it’s beauty. I embrace the color with my whole soul. When I drive pass a lineup of red maples dancing in dappled light along the street, something stirs in my spirit. A deep, deep connection. I am touched. I am moved. A yearning, a smile, even tears take place. And it’s inevitable, I think of Rebekah.
I can’t help it. I associate my beautiful sister to Autumn. She was diagnosed with cancer in the fall and began treatments for it in the late fall. Just like the leaves changing and the chemical process that takes place, my sister would lose part of herself in the rigorous rounds of chemo and radiation. Behind the beautiful colors of the changing leaves a process is happening: the chlorophyll is breaking down. The amazing chemical that drinks in the sunlight all year to give the leaves that green color of life shuts down. But in the death of the chemical and the energy it gave, something incredible happens. The leaves turn even more glorious than before. In their last days of life they are the most beautiful they will ever be.
In Rebekah’s hardest days she was most beautiful. She showed passion, vibrancy, a determined will to live life fully. She was strong. She was brave, so very much braver than I will ever be. She was young. She was diagnosed with cancer at 17, the year before she would embark on the adventure of adulthood.
The Autumn of 2010 ended like every other Autumn does every year, the cold set, the chill arrived. And so did bad news. The leukemia that was attacking my sister’s blood was back and it was too aggressive to be stopped. Every trial, transplant and round of chemo that could be done had been done. The Autumn ended with news that my sister had a few weeks to live. Autumn passed and my sister followed gracefully on December 29th, 2010.
Her whole life was glorious, but it was the ending that showed every element of color in her life, every aspect of her character, her faith and her love. For those she loved, she loved deeply.
The cold is fast approaching, the color is gone when I look out my window… I hear the beautiful song in my mind but I feel Rebekah everywhere.
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if you made it this far thank you for taking the time to
read my thoughts. This is from my blog a year or so ago. I had Rebekah on my mind tonight and when I walked this very path a few weeks ago. It seemed so very appropriate as I watched the last few leaves on the bare branches surrounding my house, flutter to the ground. I always feel a sense of sadness watching the end of Autumn and this explains why... Thank you for listening to my ramblings as always xx
Rachel
When I was a child they said that when the rowan berries had
this kind of red the winter would be very cold with
loots of snow
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A bottle of beer, a glass of wine or a shot of whiskey? No go for the liquid gold - cider.
Drinking alcohol can be a great pleasure, but you have to know when you are "too relaxed".
The drinkers paradox: Unfortunately the difference between "mellow, relaxed" and a "gibbering idiot" can be slim. So when the room starts to blur you know its too late - or you would if it wasn't already too late.
Even seasoned drinkers can get caught out. Take care.
When I visited this nice waterfall with Benjamin Barakat and Marc Hoffmann, the hike through the forest near the waterfall was dodgy to say the least. The humidity in the air made the path dangerously muddy. We also had to cross a stream coming form a second cascade higher up.
When we finally arrived at our planned spot, there was so much spray in the air that my colleagues decided not to risk drowning their cameras. While they watched over my backpack, I grabbed my camera and tripod and headed a bit further up the slippery path to get clear of some trees blocking the view. 'View' is the wrong word though, as it was pitch black in the ravine.
In a seemingly clear spot, I set up my tripod and took a high ISO framing shot, blindly aiming towards the waterfall. The image that appeared on my LCD showed that the 28mm lens I had on was way too narrow for the scene. Shit.
I unscrewed my camera and headed back to my friends. In the half-zipped backpack I changed lenses, hoping that my sensor would stay dry. After stumbling back to my tripod, I was finally ready to shoot the scene.
I had to increase both ISO and exposure time more than I liked and when I finally got a half-decent looking histogram, my camera and lens were soaking wet. I decided to skip my usual sequence for stacking in order to leave the place while my equipment was still working.
Of course, I didn't capture the sky under such horrible conditions. I shot it in a dryer spot and the image is therefore a composite, but the alignment of the Milky Way is correct.
EXIF
Canon EOS Ra
Tamron 15-30mm f/2.8
iOptron SkyTracker Pro
Sky:
Stack of 6x 90s @ ISO1600
Foreground:
Single exposure of 90s @ ISO6400
When the young monk Tsui-Yen felt that he had understood the essence of life, he left his teacher and traveled through China. Many years later, on his return, his master asked him: " Tell me about the essence of life". and Tsui-Yen replied: “When the sky is clear and the light plays in the waves of the water. The master looked at him and said: “You have grown old too, but you have not understood. Tsui-Yen lowered his eyes and asked his old master with a tear-streaked face: “Then please tell me what the essence of life is.” The master replied: “When the sky is clear and the light plays in the waves of the water".
I immediately thought of this story, which is typical for Zen Buddhists.
Partly frozen water surface of a fish pond in the Amper valley.
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When there's so much darkness closing .in
Just swerve around slowly+
You'll find an opening
A light will appear like an
Animal between the trees~
There you'll find your pocket of peace
Make a perfect circle, it's all around you
(Ane Brun)
There's an old saying, "when gorse is out of blossom, kissing's out of fashion". Yet again I am endeavouring to photograph Irish gorse in flower every month of the year & it seems finally this year will be my year! July & August are the tricky months usually, but I took this walking up Slieve Coillte with my son & friends on Monday.
We have 2 species of gorse in Ireland - Ulex europaeus (Common gorse) which flowers in hedgerows from late autumn through to late spring, generally tailing off in June, and Ulex gallii (Western or dwarf gorse) which typically flowers in late summer, alongside heather, on mountainsides as in this photo.
New members are very welcome to upload their gorse photos to Gorgeous Golden Gorse group.
Happy Webnesday! I suspect this is the funnel shaped web of a Labyrinth spider.
When I visited this old dolmen at Kilclooney I managed to smash my phonecamera. My brother (he of the quick wit) told me it was the spirits of the dolmen getting their own back on me for disturbing their peace by taking photos.
Tape measure with both inches and the easier to use centimetres. Very necessary use of numbers when sewing! HMM:))
I’m still getting the hang of the new R6. I couldn’t imagine taking night photos as clean as this with the old EOS T7 Rebel.
A PEOPLExpress Boeing 727 tuxies to the gate after landing at DCA in the mid 1980s. There was about a dozen airlines with 727 service at DCA.
When the sky meets the land
When water invades the sand
When skies of blue reflect below
Clouds of white on the lake they flow
Travelling the land and the sky
Placing beauty in every looking eye
In a world where power crackles in the air and tension smoulders beneath the surface, one moment can ignite everything.
Captured in the split-second between calm and chaos —
Magic? Mayhem? Or just the beginning?
Mount Assiniboine Provincial Park, British Columbia, Canada.
Back to stitching a few shifts of the 24mm T/S-E. I'm liking the square format again, and, of course, the higher rez.
When I realised I was sitting in his run blocking his route I felt guilty when he diverted through a nasty patch of brambles
When Venus shines in the night sky, she eclipses all other lights with her incomparable beauty
A walk on Gress Beach, bathed in moonlight, with Venus setting in the west, the sound of the waves crashing on the reef out in the bay, the song of the grey seals, the cry of a lone seabird flying home to roost - a perfect way to end the day, and a cosy bed with some hot chocolate waiting at Mill View.
When a pair is always a win. For several weeks in late summer, NYS&W's SD45s were the star attraction on the Northern Division. Several occasions would have the 3618 and the 3634 together on the Cortland jobs. Here the 18 leads the 34 and two more south at Preble, NY.