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The scenic churchyard of St Mary of the Purification, Blidworth Nottinghamshire is, in legend, the burial place of Robin Hood's Henchman, Will Scarlet.
...Try to fold myself into something you can carry.
I will never again file my edges because your pockets and your palms tear so easily.
I will never again shove cotton in my mouth just so you don't wake up to my screams.
I will never again hold my breath to be as light as air so you won't notice the weight of me.
You don't love me unless
I'm soft
and quiet
and light.
You don't love me.
-a poet
We all encounter moments of self-doubt
We will hold loneliness by its hand and dance on its toes.
We will stare at the ceiling unnecessarily for hours
before finally falling asleep.
If sleeping at all...
We will clothe ourselves in sadness, and we will feel its weight bearing down upon our shoulders.
We may spend days, weeks, years even, yearning for a breakthrough...
But one day, we will release the loneliness from between our fingertips, and we will slip off the heaviness as gracefully as the trees shed their foliage on a colorful autumn day.
And instead of mourning what we've lost, we will rejoice for all of the space we've created to allow something more beautiful to take its place.
And that isn't to say we won't still feel the harshness of a brisk winter. We were never promised a life without suffering.
But one day, a bud will spring forth to remind us what it feels like to flourish and even the sun herself will envy our light.
- Ellen Everett
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TETRA Neva Bomber jacket
Erratic Layered necklace
Nylon Outfitters Thermal bodysuit
Blueberry Spotlight jeans
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Will be away for a bit as we go leaf peeping!
Bond Falls
UP - Michigan
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I will post two or three more shots from my trip to Norway in June the rest of the images from that trip will have to join my back catalogue of travel shots. If everything goes to plan I will be back in the Norwegian Arctic in December this year. Mary and I have booked a short trip to the Arctic so we are going to have to purchase some thermals I guess . We enjoyed the midnight sun so we feel we ought to try out the Polar Night. There is always the chance, fingers crossed that we might get a sighting of the Northern lights, Tromso is supposed to be a good spot for them.
Anyway there will be no images like this in December this was taken on the day of the summer solstice it was a perfect day. This is an image of Austnesfiord just north of Svolvar in the Lofoten Islands.
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Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance. O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee ...
(Psalm 42:5-6)
Hank will spend hours in the garden hunting butterflies. Unfortunately, for him, fortunately, for the butterflies, he isn't much of a hunter. Not only does sit in plain sight of all and sundry but when he does decide to make an attack it has all the grace of a charging rhino. No sneaking up on something for this fellow but rather a full out run for the finish. Oh well keeps him amused and the garden visitors safe.
I Will Survive – André Rieu & Dorona Alberti
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I must admit, I feel like a Royal Daulton figurine in this dress. It's beautiful! (how many of you are actually going to look up "Royal Daulton"? It seems that Gordon Ramsay owns it now. Who knew?)
This rose is for you all, for taking the time each day to view my photos. I appreciate you! ♥
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*CORDEWA* FEMALE WICKED DRESS
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Dig if you will the picture
Of you and I engaged in a kiss
The sweat of your body covers me
Can you my darling
Can you picture this?
Dream, if you can, a courtyard
An ocean of violets in bloom
Animals strike curious poses
They feel the heat
The heat between me and you
How can you just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that's so cold (so cold)
Maybe I'm just too demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father, too bold
Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied (she's never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry
Touch if you will my stomach
Feel how it trembles inside
You've got the butterflies all tied up
Don't make me chase you
Even doves have pride
How could you just leave me standing?
Alone in a world so cold? (world so cold)
Maybe I'm just too demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father, too bold
Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied (she's never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry
How can you just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that's so cold? (a world that's so cold)
Maybe I'm just too demanding (maybe, maybe I'm like my father)
Maybe I'm just like my father too bold (you know he's too bold)
Maybe you're just like my mother (maybe you're just like my mother)
She's never satisfied (she's never, never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other? (why do we scream, why)
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry
When doves cry (doves cry, doves cry)
When doves cry (doves cry, doves cry)
Don't cry (don't cry)
This is a two-fer:
The Smile on Saturday theme for today, 2/3, is portraying a first name with a picture but not letters.
And on 2/6, my FAFM posting for the letter F will be fawn.
:::::♪♫::::Play:::::::::::: I will survive-Gloria Gaynor ::::::::
Dedicated to Zpanish Zcorpio ;)
Two police officer sculptures by Will Kurtz part of the Portal installation curated by 4Heads at Federal Hall
IMPORTANT: for non-pro users who read the info on a computer, just enlarge your screen to 120% (or more), then the full text will appear below the photo with a white background - which makes reading so much easier.
The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
Thank you all my dears Flickr friends for your sweet comments! I do appreciate them very, very much
Imagine John Lennon
My Books:
My book "Discover GUIMERÀ" (preview)
My book "Discover SANTA PAU" (preview)
My book "Discover BESALÚ" (preview)
Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
And no Hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no country
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
Maybe someday you will join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no posessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
Or Brotherhood of Man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
And maybe someday you will join us
And the world will be as one
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
Maybe someday you will join us
And the world will be as one...
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"i cried and it started raining and i know you are looking down on me laughing. i will miss you and your jokes and how you always made me laugh regardless of how you were feeling. you will always be in my heart, bye for now my oldest SL friend"
I'm out, will she love me?
I'm still seeing honey sweet
You shout don't you leave me
Don't you leave this incomplete
I wanna know if this road
Belongs to my eyes and only mine
Then I'd go back and show my love
A heart attack, I'm told I should have known
No more nights alone, so cold
Let's go back discreet, honey sweet
I'm out, I heard a heavy creek
Behind my window, honey sweet
There's no doubt you still love me
You'd still love this incomplete
I wanna know if this road
Belongs to my eyes and only mine
Then I'd go back and show my love
A heart attack, I'm told I should have known
No more nights alone, so cold
Let's go back discreet, honey sweet
The Milky Way will always be one of my favorite subjects. Spending time in the dark, playing with light, taking a moment to contemplate your place in the universe. My problem in the mountains is finding a place dark enough to properly capture it, and get colors out of it. I had been wanting to head to the coast and try it out on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. I couldn’t get to the island I wanted to get it from… but after I argued that I didn’t want to go up here, I was convinced to go to the top of 4x4 Road on the beach, after dark. I was shocked to find, that despite being surrounded by lit beach houses, it was more than dark enough to create this exposure. It was an excellent time, I had a blast creating this. As an additional note… I would like to apologies to everyone I ever made fun of because they were swarmed by midges…. I understand now, and I am so sorry.
Aperture: f3.2
ISO: 3200
SS: 8 44 second exposures
Focal: 8mm
Fujinon 8-16mm
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“Will you love me in December as you do in May?”
― Jack Kerouac
Yes, I will love this place every month of the year....
unburden myself stone by stone, and I will look at them in the light and perhaps they will no longer weigh so heavily.
This tree is the epitome of the will to survive. Otherwise gone including bark and leaves, this old tree still hangs on to a couple of branches that have some life left in them.
Roadside Begging Coyote on Panamint Valley Road. These always cause a morality conflict for me - it's sad to see, especially when they have the youngsters out there learning to live like this also, but how else are you going to be within 20 -30 feet of a Coyote for as long as you want? We never feed them, but obviously plenty of folks do or they wouldn't be doing this.
“Dare to dream! If you did not have the capability to make your wildest wishes come true, your mind would not have the capacity to conjure such ideas in the first place. There is no limitation on what you can potentially achieve, except for the limitation you choose to impose on your own imagination. What you believe to be possible will always come to pass - to the extent that you deem it possible. It really is as simple as that.”
― Anthon St. Maarten