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Porto di Mergellina, Napoli, Italia
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Chapter 23 - Stronger Together
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♪ Earth, Wind & Fire - I write a song for you ♪
I thirst but never quench
I know the consequence, feeling as I do
We're in a spinning top
Where, tell me, will it stop
And what am I to say
Open our music book, that only few can look
And I'll write a song for you, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Love is a symphony, hearts in one melody
'Cause I'll write a song for you
Sounds never dissipate
They only recreate
In another place
There's in your silent night
Joy of a song's delight
'Cause I'll write a song for you
You'll write a song for me
We'll write a song of love, of love
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
My magical mystique
Finding it all complete
In your lovely face
Feelings we try to chase
Memories that won't erase
Stay forever new
We have a magic box in which is never locked
'Cause I'll write a song for you
You'll write a song for me
We'll write a song of love-ah-ah-ah-ah
Yeah, yeah-ah-ah
We'll write a song of love, my baby
Write a song of love
You, for you, for you, you, for you, you, you
We have a magic box
We'll write a song of love
We'll write, (you, be you, for you) write a song of love
Sounds (for you) they never dissipate
They only recreate to another place in time
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, uh-uh-uh (for you)
We'll write a song, we'll write a song 'Cause you and me, baby (you for you, for you)
Uh-uh-uh-uh, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Uh-uh-uh, we, we are just spending time (for you)
We'll write a song, we'll write a song, we'll write a song
You be you, for you, you, for you
the climbing rose grows on the back wall of our house - it is called Compassion, appropriate I think for the locked down
times in which we find ourselves
Macro Mondays: fill the frame
Feel...Write...Share
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For EXPLORE Worthy, Challenge 93 - Dragonflies and/or Butterflies (Art from 2017)
Textures, butterflies, bird etc from Oscraps.com (Lynne Anzelc)
Large is good ☺
Sitting alone at the edge of the sea, with only the sound of the wind and waves to keep me company.
So, I write down my thoughts in the sand, and realize,
that the tide is coming in, and I may not have time to say to you everything I wanted to.
And soon, each wave washes over the things I've written
in this sand of time.
Leaving me with a clean slate to start over again.
What will I write this time?
Knowing, that it will all be lost in the sea of time...
Because It's my hope, that after the storm is over,
tomorrow, will welcome me back.
Lost
I write this with a heavy heart. The last couple of years have found me with a progressively debilitating spinal column and joint problems. If it were just me, I would never ask, but I have 2 young daughters that look to me for support, so I have to swallow my pride...
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Flores de Santa Gemita - Oct 6 2020-25 - City Flare BC - TS2 LR
Oleg, Peter and Bernus write a letter to their friends Scout and Paddy.
CROW ALIN:
How long will it take before the letter is ready?
PETER:
We have yet to begin!
CROW ALIN:
Hurry up! I have more mail to deliver!
OLEG: I'll start writing
Hello Scout and Paddy!
We are still in the monastery. Father Johannes gave us pen and paper to write a letter to you. We leave tomorrow and hope to be with mummy Marian soon. The monks took good care of us. It is now spring for you and it is almost autumn for us. Those are beautiful seasons for walking. How nice that Daddy carried you home. Walking can be exhausting, but you can sleep well on it.
What a beautiful drawing you have made Scout! When we get home we will make a drawing of you.
Now we eat and sleep so that we are well rested tomorrow.
Lots of hugs from Oleg, Peter and Bernus
A slight change of perspective from the epic Grand Canyon to some humble stepping stones that cross the River Warfe at Hebden. With all the rain we have had these stones will be well under water at the moment along with a lot of North Yorkshire
A shock to hear of the death of David Bowie I was only listening to his new CD last night. One of the giants of Rock
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Write my name in the sand
Talk to myself for hours
Say things you don't understand 🎶🎶
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she doesn't write about them with great skill ;-)
Charles Solomon
HBW! Words Matter! Resist!!
hemerocallis, day lily, 'Barbara Mitchell', sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina
unfortunately, she doesn't write about them with great skill :-) Charles Solomon
Chihuly glass, colorado springs fine art center
Explorgasmic!!
- Write your name on the wall of the bar-restaurant La Bodeguita del Medio in La Habana Vieja. This is where writer Ernest Hemingway had consumed, according to him, the best mojito in Cuba. La Bodeguita del Medio also claims its creation.
- Écrivez votre nom sur ce mur du resto-bar La Bodeguita del Medio dans La Habana Vieja. C’est ici que l’écrivain Ernest Hemingway venait consommer, selon ses dires, le meilleur mojito de Cuba. La Bodeguita del Medio en revendique d’ailleurs sa création.
- Escribir su nombre en la pared del bar-restaurante La Bodeguita del Medio en La Habana Vieja. Aquí es donde el escritor Ernest Hemingway había consumido, según él, el mejor mojito en Cuba. La Bodeguita del Medio también afirma su creación.
Full write-up here: theastroenthusiast.com/the-tarantula-nebula/
The tarantula nebula is probably my favorite region in the night sky. The sheer expansive spread of the nebula, the complexity in the outstretched tendrils, the thousands of different colors, all come together form this incredible spread of gas and dust. This data from telescope live was incredibly deep despite the low integration time, as the sheer brightness of the region makes it really easy to image.
The Tarantula Nebula, also known as 30 Doradus, is more than a thousand light-years in diameter, a giant star forming region within nearby satellite galaxy the Large Magellanic Cloud. About 180 thousand light-years away, it’s the largest, most violent star forming region known in the whole Local Group of galaxies. The cosmic arachnid sprawls across this spectacular view, composed with narrowband filter data centered on emission from ionized hydrogen atoms. Within the Tarantula (NGC 2070), intense radiation, stellar winds and supernova shocks from the central young cluster of massive stars, cataloged as R136, energize the nebular glow and shape the spidery filaments. Around the Tarantula are other star forming regions with young star clusters, filaments, and blown-out bubble-shaped clouds. In fact, the frame includes the site of the closest supernova in modern times, SN 1987A, left of center. The rich field of view spans about 1 degree or 2 full moons, in the southern constellation Dorado. But were the Tarantula Nebula closer, say 1,500 light-years distant like the local star forming Orion Nebula, it would take up half the sky.
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Seen above us at Taiaroa Head, the only mainland breeding colony for Northern Royal albatross in the world and close to Dunedin.
I'm getting cross with Flickr for not allowing me to comment. They claim to be short staffed and busy on more important work. Today I found I can write a Tag under some photos but I don't want to annoy my friends...
Have a great week ahead dear friends! :-)
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We Write the Ghost Stories - Pattern Seeking Animals
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Unbroken horses are scattering
Out past the fences they're circling
Gathering forces and dashing our hopes
So go the ways of our useless ropes
Searching the sacraments
These were no accidents
Every soul in town was drowning
Empty of empathy
Unfinished sympathy
We write the ghost stories as we go
Unbroken horses won't share the blame
It's all but over, they've rigged the game
Best not to follow down to the sea
They've primed the bridges with gasoline
These aren't the glory days
This isn't nature's way
Covered all in dust and rusted
Dreams hold the evidence
Angels are causing this
We write the ghost stories as we go
Searching the sacraments
These were no accidents
Every soul in town was drowning
Empty of empathy
Unfinished sympathy
We write the ghost stories as we go
We write the ghost stories as we go
We write the ghost stories as we go
Searching the sacraments
These were no accidents
Every soul in town was drowning
Empty of empathy
Unfinished sympathy
We write the ghost stories as we go
We write the ghost stories as we go
We write the ghost stories
Verona, Italy
You will need to read my write-up to understand why this is my first posting from our trip to Verona, Lake Garda and Venice.
The day started with a 3:15am alarm clock to allow for last minute checks (did you pack this, where's my thingy, did you turn the water off, are the windows locked, you know the usual last minute panics!), before the taxi arrived at 4:15am to take us to the airport. The journey went quickly and even the check-in, drop-off and passport control went like clockwork (an unexpected bonus and allowed for in Mrs R's excellent planning). Even the flight with Monarch went exceptionally well and we landed bang on time at 10:10am local time at Verona airport. Mrs R had costed all options for getting to our hotel and considering everything was going splendidly we threw caution to the wind and jumped in a local taxi.
Here the fun begins...
If it's a stereotype about Italian driving and Italian taxi drivers in particularly, then our driver was going to live up to this mantel. Queue jumping, lane changing, overtaking, undertaking, tail gating, and late braking were all part of his repertoire. Oh I forgot speed... the roads we travelled on were 70-90km/h but I clocked him at 130-140km/h as often as he could and more alarming... every warning light on his dashboard glowed permanently: engine management light, brakes, oil level indicator, the list goes on! I'm not saying we got to the hotel in record time but I think we arrived on the Friday having left Manchester on the Saturday. I wasn't sure whether to pay him in Euros or Liras as I couldn't determine how far back in time we had travelled - do De Loren's come in white?
Now at the hotel, my plans took over from Mrs Rs. Bags through the door, a quick change and hit those streets and sights of Verona. I had checked my TPE on my phone and knew the first major shot would be Ponte Pietra as the sun was in a good position for a classic sunset shot over the bridge, besides I knew Mark Waidson would be following in my footsteps to Verona and Venice and he's the master of dramatic skies so the pressure was on!!!
I was surprised at how busy Verona was, not with overseas tourists but Italians having their own "staycations". After an hour or two of wandering the streets and main tourist areas we decided to have a break for lunch and a glass or two of wine, as one must when holidaying in Italy! After lunch I suggested we head to the Ponte Pietra for a recky of the bridge for the first night's shot. The obvious route was up through the main tourist areas - Casa di Giuletta, Piazza delle Erbe and Piazza dei Signori before reaching the bridge at its south side... my heart sank! I expected to see tourists crossing it and taking photos from it but the sight of 20 gazebos standing tall high above the stone sides from one side to the other kind of rained on my parade or as I would have put it "pissed on m' chips". Mrs R, ever the optimist suggested I stick to my game plan and revisit in the evening in the hope of said gazebos not being there.
Well, they were there - all bloody 20 of them!
I setup my camera and tripod and waited as sunset time approached... 7:18pm - still they stood.
Then hope played her hand and one by one, they started to come down - 19, 15, 12, 10. 7:42pm - 8 left standing, but still they clung on to spoil the day. Sunset time was approaching fast at 7:47pm and 3 remained, most frustrating of all - right in the centre of the shot, at the apex of the bridge!
My heart sank for a second time that day as the sun set behind the buildings with nothing more to show than a few whispers of clouds showing any hint of colour. 7:58pm - the last gazebo laughed in my face and then bang on cue at 8:00pm disappeared behind the stone walls of the bridge still chuckling to itself having thwarted another photographer's efforts. I was about to pack up when Mrs R noticed the change in the previously featureless clouds behind the distant churches of San Giorgio in Braida and Chiese di San Giorgio in Braida.
Timed at 8:04pm... almost 17 hours after leaving home and my first planned shot of the holiday. The moral of the story is...
Nature and the world don't run to your timetable and you have to make the best of what's in front of you. So this is it, probably the only time I will visit Verona and the Ponte Pietra.
Today "Dinamalar e Paper" a popular Tamil daily in Chennai, India published my Mylai Kapaleeswar temple Brammothsav photos with write up. The link is here.
These lovely valentine's tulips are on my table as I try to work..and of course I get distracted and have to go for the camera... (explored # 487 Feb. 17)
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I used to write a diary, all the way till I was 16 and went off to England for a working camp for 3 weeks.
I was so sure that I would never come from that trip alive
So I burned the diaries I had
Little did I understand that the burning was a way to tell myself that I was finished with the life I had till that day.
It was often a wretched life, lots of circumstances made it like that
Things no child should experience
So deep down I understood that I had choices to make
I had a life to live
How to start the change?
Tricky one for a 16 year old
But I started to live fully and I definitely took it all in.
I had to, you know
Because how could I else understand the good things from the bad things
So I experienced loads, both good and bad - but now I was in charge, I was to do the choices.
When you experience yourself, instead of being told how to do or not to do things it settles in your mind in quite another way.
It is the first step to get things right, life schmocks right back at your face and the experiences you just did makes seeds in your mind and you can start to harvest after a while
Life could begin
Don't judge a person for dealing with life, we have reasons you may not understand and often the ones living the life don't understand before later
And yes Dear Diary, I did escape from the working camp, lol, I ran off to London and lived there for some weeks. My folks didn't know.
No cellphones, haha.
I made it home, refreshed, smuggling lots of miniature bottles with Cherry Heering and Cointreau
Life could definitely begin, lol.
Happy ending today too
And yes, Christian - this is Karmøy, sunset towards Great Britain :D
Dear Flickr friends
I'm sorry, but I don't have much to offer these days.
I have some pictures in my head, and some stories, but I just don't have time these days to do much more than paying work.
That's okay. When this long hard stint is over, I am taking a sabbatical.
I am going to The Big City with my camera and my laptop... and spending one entire week doing nothing but shooting and writing things I want to write.
Meantime... this working in an office thing is kind of cool. I do it every year for six or eight weeks, and every year it's a little different.
This year, the office has a high concentration of estrogen. And... here's the neat part. All the women are younger than me!!! I'm not sure why I find that so exciting (apart from the fact that they are all intelligent, interesting, funny, groovy chicks whose company I truly enjoy). I think it's related to my "youngest child sydrome." For so many years, it seemed like I was always the youngest... not only in my family, but in school (because I did grades one and two in the same year) and later in the workplace (I started my first career while I was in my teens).
So... imagine how fulfilling it is to be around younger women and have the chance to feel like a grizzled old veteran.
One more thing to love about the passage of time. Next major milestone? Retirement!!!
Compare the original with the pictures on the postcard. In Valldemossa, the two look very much alike. No wonder, then, that so many tourists visit this pretty town in the mountains of Mallorca every day. The best time to visit is in the evening. Above all, it is a good idea to look around and stroll through the less crowded streets.