This is my heart

Dive deep

You have somethin' that I wanna keep

We get carried away

Don't stop

I've got nothin' but time

You're what I want and that's all

♫ Dive deep

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All the poses used in my pictures are made from scratch

No AI used

If you read

what this April

rain writes

on gold leaves

in transparent ink,

a blurring script

of how what falls

through air

from nowhere

and shimmers,

for the moment,

a book of days

of unsayable

syllables, lovely,

nevertheless,

bejeweled,

reflective

of late light

along the deckle

edge, dissolving,

running off, falling

again, as all brief

infatuations do

into silence,

perhaps, in time

bittersweet memory,

then you know

the feeling.

--Miguel de O

What happened here....???

It says in Dutch "Niet op de Muren schrijven", in English "Don't write on the Wall".......

HWW everybody!

Pick up the pen, put it on the paper

Write on my skin, bring me to life

Can't start again, there ain't no eraser

All of my flaws, you got them so right

Everything is blank until you draw me

Touching on my body like you know me

Write on me

Colour outside the lines

Love the way you tear me up

Baby, take your time

Write on me

Give me some wings, I'll fly

Love the way you tear me up

I'll never change my mind

Write on me, write on me

Write on me, write on me

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Rumi .. Ipad textures

The answer is blowing in the wind!

Saccharum spontaneum (wild sugarcane, Kans grass

Kans Grass flowers were used as pen in ancient India to write on leaf papers. Kasha- Saccharum spontaneum is a herb mentioned in Ayurveda

On a recent trip to Door County Wisconsin, I stopped by the legendary Anderson Dock.

When I first got there to scope it out, it was raining with a sustained wind of at least 20-30 MPH. Not real good odds of getting a picture. As I waited around for sunset, the rain finally stopped and the sun poked out for just a few minutes to get this shot. I felt fortunate to get something for my trouble.

Per the Door County Pulse website... After Norwegian brothers Aslag and Halvor Anderson recognized the need for a deepwater dock in Ephraim, they constructed one in 1858. Throughout the 1880s, steamers arriving at the dock — most notably from the Goodrich Transportation Company — brought much-needed goods and much-appreciated tourists, and this activity ultimately vitalized Ephraim. Although the dock’s warehouse — the present-day Hardy Gallery — was built to store merchandise, it became a visible reminder of the sailors and ships that had stopped there.

Emily Irwin, outreach director and curator for the Ephraim Historical Foundation, explained that sailors arriving in Ephraim painted the name of their ship and the date on the side of the building as a way to mark their visit.

It’s a bit of a mystery exactly when the graffiti tradition began, but sailors were known to write on the warehouse from around 1910 into the 1950s, perhaps to express their relief and gratitude for a safe passage through the notorious Death’s Door waters, or simply to commemorate their arrival in Ephraim.

In 1949, the Ephraim Historical Foundation purchased the dock and warehouse from the Anderson family, and in 1961, the foundation leased the building to the Hardy Gallery. Through these shifts, however, the graffiti tradition has remained intact, with the public picking up where the sailors left off.

I should send a postcard to my old work colleagues. Why? I've retired. But it's nice to show someone you are thinking of them. So often, I remembered, as I left on a foreign business trip the cheery words were called after me, "Send us a postcard". And I did. Loads of them. When I couldn't think of things to write to people I had spent far too much time with I used to copy any printed material I could find in the hotel room. Once I copied the instructions for some toilet, written in Polish on the card. Or was it Hungarian? I don't remember but I hope it gave them a challenge when they received it, and made them wonder what I was getting up to at the company's expense.

But seriously isn't it nice to receive a postcard from a friend, especially when the writer genuinely means what they write on the back, "Wish you were here!" ?

Write on Me is a macro photograph of a Stargazer Lily.

7DWF Free theme

As part of our Design Month in the office, few selected staffs were given the privilege to write on one of the walls of our Black Meeting room, writings were mostly expression of the Heart, and are written in their native language.

The whole sky is yours

to write on....

**Rita Dove "Dawn Revisited"

“There is only one page left to write on.

I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.”

― Dodie Smith

Location: .:: Supernatural ::. (Moderate)

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Blog Post

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Colour my world

Draw on my heart

Take a picture of what you think love looks like in your imagination

Write on my soul

Everything you know

Use every word you've ever heard

To colour my world

Thanks dear Shadow for shooting:)

“I am no blank slate for love to write on.

My heart has walls marred with cracks,

bloodstains, and bullet holes;

graffitied over by past lovers.”

― John Mark Green

Visit Tabula Rasa by Theda Tammas

My days pass, my nights do not pass.

I write on this diary about the world I will not see.

And for you that I will not love.

They say that when you start talking to yourself it is a clinical case.

I simply believe that the subconscious breaks away from experiential logic and the subject is drawn into a state of internal conflict which then externalizes.

I'm collapsing in here!

Are you still there?!

In my craft or sullen art

Exercised in the still night

When only the moon rages

And the lovers lie abed

With all their grieves in their arms,

I labour by singing light

Not for ambition or bread

Or the strut and trade of charmes

On the ivory stages

But for the common wages

Of their most sacred heart.

Not for the proud man apart

From the raging moon I write

On these spindrift pages

Nor for the towering dead

With their nightingales and psalms

But for the lovers, their arms

Round the grieves of the ages

Who pay no praise or wages

Nor heed my craft or art.

Dylan Thomas

It's often called 'alba' or white, is our Fuchsia magellanica, var. molinae Espinosa. In fact though, its 'petticoats' are of a very pretty pale pink.

This Fuchsia hails from the large island of Chiloé about 1000 kms south of Santiago de Chile. Marcial Ramón Espinosa Bustos (1874-1959) in 1929 named it to honor Juan Ignacio Molina (1740-1829), formidable polymath born in Chile. He entered the Jesuit order and on its supression in that country fled to Italy where he among other positions was professor of Greek in Bologna. He continued his work in natural history and was one of the precursors of the theory of the gradual evolution of species for which Charles Darwin is so famous. In fact, Darwin often refers to Molina in his works.

Espinosa writes on the centenary of Molina's death when he made his scientific description of our Fuchsia: 'Es para mí muy satisfactorio dedicir esta variedad, como un modesto homenaje, al eminente naturalista e historiador chileno, el abate don Juan Ignacio Molina'.

What I'm Wearing

Draw on my heart

Write on my soul

www.youtube.com/watch?v=JClnwwFxZts

In art, the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can imagine.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

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@ Skrunda

can camera sitting in the window about 2 weeks with Agfa brovira speed RC 2. no effect of drapes like with the fiber based paper.

so in the pinhole cans I'll use just resin coated papers.

from my bedroom looking east

I learned some things:

don't write on the back of the paper

and

watch the tape on the sides. make it smaller maybe?

I feel I need to say something, because I never say thank you for the comments I receive – like so many of you do.

Please be sure that I read and appreciate every single one of them. I hope you don’t find me impolite, but I simply don’t have the time to say thank you to everyone of you.

So for all of you who are commenting and adding one (or even more) of my pictures as a favorite:

Thank you very much – this really means a lot to me! After all I am using flickr in hopes that my photos are seen and hopefully you like them. Just as I enjoy and like all those wonderful pictures that I find on flickr!!!

As of the comments I write on your pictures: I only do that if I really like a picture. I will try to explain what it is I specifically like but often I find that impossible to do. Often there is something that just touches me and I do not know how to put that in words. So I will write „Beautiful image“ or something like that. Not very imaginative but still sincerely felt. And to me - feelings – that‘s what it is all about in the end... Don’t we all try to portray or capture a feeling, an atmosphere in one way or the other?

Since every comment I post means I really like your photo I will usually also add it to my favorites. I do not expect that from others but for me - that just makes sense.

And of course I do not expect a thank you for my comments.

From a facade in central Rome - it's a line from the fable by the Roman author Phaedrus (in English also known as Phaeder) about the crow and the peacock and has the meaning of not to glorify yourself with the possessions of others (in the story the crow borrowed the feathers of the peacock with bad result).

Though I must say, it is a bit of a strange thing to write on your house....

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Do not use without permission.

Paris - Boulevard Haussmann

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there is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable.

I love. I have loved. I will love.

audrey niffenegger

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A pen made for my daughter, using an acrylic blank.

youtu.be/Pw940FiT_60

To see how I make them

In my craft or sullen art

Exercised in the still night

When only the moon rages

And the lovers lie abed

With all their griefs in their arms,

I labour by singing light

Not for ambition or bread

Or the strut and trade of charms

On the ivory stages

But for the common wages

Of their most secret heart.

Not for the proud man apart

From the raging moon I write

On these spindrift pages

Nor for the towering dead

With their nightingales and psalms

But for the lovers, their arms

Round the griefs of the ages,

Who pay no praise or wages

Nor heed my craft or art.

[Dylan Thomas]

I was so surprised to find a Dylan Thomas poem mentioning spindrift (the spray off the waves). My new novel Mudlarks and Meadowlarks has gone to the publisher. It is definitely written on "spindrift pages"....

my textures

EXPLORE

Writed on the stone :

"Many martyrs and covenanters died for the protestant faith on this spot"

The Grassmarket was a traditional place of public executions.

A memorial near the site once occupied by the gibbet was created by public subscription in 1937.

It commemorates over 100 Covenanters who died on the gallows between 1661 and 1688 during the period known as The Killing Time.

my mother always said me not to write on the walls

My Korner #42 - The Finger Puppets featuring Beyond Originals & .: Vegas :. Tattoo

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OUTFIT NAME: The Finger Puppets featuring Beyond Originals & .: Vegas :. Tattoo

DESIGNERS: Beyond Originals, .: Vegas :. Tattoo & ACT5

He was taking a little catnap so I decided to write on his finger and then on mine! LOL! When he woke up, I started talking to him with my finger puppet. He thought I was nuts until I told him he had a finger puppet too! LOL! I could not get his puppet to shut up! Try this at home!

Today I'm wearing:

BIKINI: .:Beyond:. Alaska - Fatpack @ Kinky Event - Opens June 28

for Maitreya, Slink Hourglass, Belleza Freya & Isis & Legacy body. 20 Solid colors, 20 printed colors

TATTOO: .: Vegas :. Tattoo Applier Life and Death 120 @ The Men Jail Event 8th-28th

Appliers for Altamura, Belleza, Maitreya, Signature, Slink & Omega.

Kinky Event:

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The Men Jail Event

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For more great fashion and tattoos visit Beyond Originals and .: Vegas :. Tattoo:

Beyond Originals Mainstore:

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.:Vegas:. Tattoo Mainstore:

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.:Vegas:. Tattoo Marketplace:

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The Pose is: ACT5-259-Couple Finger Puppets

ACT5 Marketplace:

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ACT5 Mainstore:

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For details about the finger puppet man, check out: crannsmind.blogspot.com/

Red Hot Chilli Peppers.

Can I get your hand to write on,

just a piece of leg to bite on..

Gimme something to write on.

Wake me up - Rhapsody Philharmonic youtu.be/Gx5NNi4EKrc

writes on the forehead wrinkle

a deep story

to tell me

It's almost the end of the semester! Which means it's getting closer to the day I get my new camera! I've been slacking on taking photos lately. It's even worse when I know I can't take pictures so everything I see I want to take a picture of it. Sucks.

I have a paper to write on The Breakfast Club. I think I should do it tonight so I won't stress about it later.

Kodak Brownie Autographic no.2 folding. This camera was in a lot at the local auction house, in a box full of other items. I had expected the bellows would be stuck and brittle. It felt as though it hadn't been opened in a long time, so a pulled the bellows out with great care and had to slide them back and forth a few times to loosen everything up. There was quite a lot of dust and dirt to remove, but everything seemed to function. So... I put a roll of 120 film in it and it is ready to have a go and yep that's a camera around 100 years old.

These machines have a clever arrangement on the back of the camera. There is a metal flap which lifts to expose the back of the film at the edge of the frame so you can write on it to show details on the developed print. A kind of very early data back. They came with a little scribe to use in a stowage, but that is missing as I suspect most are. If you are wondering why there is no glass lens visible, it is inside behind the aperture and shutter and this one looked pretty clean for it's age.

What about shooting flexibility? Well, you have 1/50th, 1/25th, Bulb and T (a second press closes the shutter again). There are no f numbers shown for the aperture settings. Just 1,2,3 and 4. There are suggested uses for the settings, but the text is so small, you may need a magnifying glass to read it well. The viewfinder is not what many would recognise. You are looking down at a small curved glass screen only about a half inch square. You can't put your eye close to it, you just see a sharp but very tiny version of the scene... you might as well guess.

If I can ever get away from work on anything other than a wet day, I am really looking forward to trying this thing. If it turns out not to be light tight, well never mind, it'll still be fun.

The scene is under 2 inches across. HMM.

Perhaps someone from the Rockford area can help me out with this one? One of the few slides I did not write on.

#macromondays #sticker

I decided to share this image for the upcoming #macromondays theme called #sticker

What you see is a Batch Code sticker on the bottom of an 50ml Flakon from the Xerjoff Parfum called "La Capitale". Those stickers are used to verify if the Parfum is legit or not.

Diameter of the sticker is 2,5 cm = 1"

A sticker is a small, flat piece typically made from paper, plastic, vinyl, or other thin materials, with an adhesive backing on one side and a design, text, or image on the other. Stickers are used for decoration, labeling, identification, or expression and can be applied to various surfaces such as notebooks, packaging, laptops, walls, and more.

Common Materials:

Paper: Matte or glossy, easy to write on, ideal for indoor or temporary use.

Plastic/Vinyl: Durable, waterproof, and long-lasting; often used outdoors or on items exposed to wear.

Foil/Fabric: Specialty materials used for aesthetic or tactile appeal.

Features:

Can be permanent or removable

Available in various shapes and sizes

Often printed, but may also be hand-drawn, embossed, or die-cut

Thank you for visits, comments and favs!

Vielen Dank für Eure Besuche, Kommentare und Sternchen!

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For a few baht what you choose to write on a tile will adorn the roof is a temple. These tiles are destined to the temple at Doi Suthep 15kilometers from Chiang mai

Words hurt. They may not break bones, but can break hearts. They can hurt a lot more than physical abuse. They stick to you, and you start to believe that they are you. They do affect us. They are worse than sticks and stones.

I wrote these while looking in a mirror, which means all of them were backwards! it is extremely hard to write on yourself backwards with eyeliner, legibly.

I've changed the license so that my work can be reposted, but please tell me and do not make derivative works, which means do not change it in anyway! This does not give you free right to take credit for my work. If you do repost, please link it back to my flickr. thanks!

What to write on that billboard? How about, "Save our forests."

im not okay

im not okay

im not okay

im not okay

im not okay

im not okay

im not okay

im not okay

im not okay

im not okay

October 5, 2010

she just said "momma, i want you to write on this one 'she's impossible!'" so there ya have it! xoxo

Sugar Sprinkles 138.365

Poznan, Poland

Winter

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Your life is a blank page.

You write on it.

(Donald Miller)

Looking close... on Friday! - Office Supplies

(photo by Saskia for ALLE Liefs)

Thanks for views, faves and comments!

“Melancholy,” Merton writes, “On the surface I have my confusion. On a deeper level, desire and conflict. In the greatest depths, like a spring of pure water rising up in the flames of hell, is the smallness, the frailty of hope that is, yet never overwhelmed but continues strangely and inexplicably to nourish in the midst of apparent despair."

-Waldron, Robert (2012-07-18). Wounded Heart of Thomas Merton, The (Kindle Locations 1990-1993). Paulist Press. Kindle Edition.

/**********************************************************

Melancholia imaginativa: artists' melancholy wherein imagination predominates over mind or reason...

-Unknown Source

/******************************************************

A Reality Lament

A song elicits a memory

And an ache returns

Allowed on stage

So thoughts perform

Storm clouds gather

And the dance begins

Pain greets pleasure

While past and present collide

Transient hopes surface

But wisdom abides

Passions are like flowers

And soon wither and die

-rc

One day You will take my heart completely and make it more fiery than a dragon. Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet. - Rumi

*I will be on my way to Winnipeg tomorrow on a 10 day journey, wish you all a wonderful week ahead*

“And I write poetry on anything that comes to hand .., pink paper with yellow lines all creased and crumpled and slightly torn; brown paper bags that once contained Shiitake mushrooms for a soup; my favourite dark chocolate with sea salt cardboard wrappers and empty envelopes with stamps from far-off places where I will never go or never go again. Poets write on anything that comes to hand.

And I know the anxiety of being a wallflower

and I know all the perks.

And I know all the jerks that passed me by

or those that tried to prise me from the wall.

And I know what the cold is like

when I'm on the outside looking in.

And I know who will be there to catch me when I fall.

And I know what it's like to be a lost soul

wandering alone in the Universe.

And I know what it's like to find a friendship

that fills up all the gaps in me;

completes me like nothing else could ever do.

And I know what it's like to lose myself when I lost you

and the Universe imploded in on me.

And I know what it's like to miss you every day to Infinity and Beyond … simply é …

And I know more much more ...” - AP

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=vK7vrLY1dto

Lights & Motion ~ "We Are Infinite"

CIPRIAN …

Eyes so brown with flecks of yellow

nutbrown struck by sunlight

walk through fields of Springtime meadows

wildflowers swaying in delight

arm in arm and minds on nothing

living dreams that lift our souls

stop to eat when we get hungry

sip mushroom soup from chipped and yellowed melamine bowls

exchanging glances shyly hesitant

small smiles turned up at the corners

I did not know this was goodbye

that I would be an absentee among the mourners

how many years has it been now

it feels like only yesterday

still I think I'll one day see you

when the rain storms come and slant my way

I left the crucifix to dangle

to keep me safe on the less-travelled road

I think of that small clip from that film I did not show here

that one entwined within our code

we talked in shorthand when we spoke

or with a smile or with our eyes

the friendship rose and fell again

then rose again just like the sunrise

some things may always be left unspoken

sometimes words are not enough

but we knew that friendship lasts

beyond infinity although it's tough

I still read your poetry

still read between those beautiful lines

and browse through your photography

so much deleted those words of mine

but not your fault but deep within me

was something broken and you could see

and though I did not realise it back then

you protected me from knowing your destiny

I can thank you for many reasons

for being there throughout my trials

a rock a guiding hand held out through all four seasons

remembering your beautiful smiles

to feel the love you had for life

still tangible though you are gone

I can feel you close beside me

whenever I need to be more strong

I rarely met anyone else like you

whose aura was so bright

you saw behind my eyes of blue

to the sorrow that denied my light

you never gave up on me I know

you wanted me to know what life is for

I try to remember all you taught me

I miss you always and simply more …

- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author

Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission

Dedicated to my beloved friend, Ciprian

A poet and the most beautiful human being you could ever wish to meet. To know him was to love him and when he passed he left the biggest hole in the Universe. I don't think I shall ever see his like again in this incarnation anyway …

Two long years and I still miss you though you are everywhere

In the rain and in the yellow

To Infinity and beyond … simply é …

Iubirea mea pentru tine nu va muri niciodata

We spoke mostly in French, but I did try to speak Romanian sometimes and he would smile indulgently. He recognised the child-like innocence in me that wants everyone and everything to be alright. He encouraged me in my writing and indulged my childish tantrums because he knew that like all things they would pass and he knew the reasons for them and accepted my brokeness because it is part of who I am. That was Ciprian … all-accepting; never just loving one small part of me, but embracing all of me with all the frailties and complexities within my nature. Oh, and one more thing, he loved cats and I would have loved him just for that ; 0) There are many different kinds of love. Our love was pure. The love borne of friendship and shared love of poetry and our minds always questioning everything.

I send my love and respect to dear Ciprian's wife who made his life so very happy. She was the love of his life and he of hers. If I feel the loss of my friend so deeply I can only imagine how hard it is for her to bear. My heart goes out to her on this day, the second anniversary of his passing.