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Porto di Mergellina, Napoli, Italia
Someone told me
Write, clear and true about what hurts
I write my story with more than words
For the voice that can't be heard
Carve my heart into this dirt
Someone told me
There's paradise upon this earth
A page still waiting for us to turn
For the fire inside that burns
In the ashes that emerge
Someone told me that love
Love has no limits, no limits
Love has no limits, no limits, no limits
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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
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Close your eyes and I'll kiss you
Tomorrow I'll miss you
Remember I'll always be true
And then while I'm away, I'll write home everyday
And I'll send all my loving to you
I'll pretend that I'm kissing the lips I am missing
And hope that my dreams will come true
And then while I'm away, I'll write home everyday
And I'll send all my loving to you
All my loving I will send to you
All my loving
Darling, I'll be true
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on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Enjoying a beautiful day at the Mabry Mill, perhaps the most iconic structure on the entire Blue Ridge Parkway.
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Write my name in the sand
Talk to myself for hours
Say things you don't understand
I can take myself dancing
And I can hold my own hand ♪
Have a great evening ♡
Weir side story........it's not very often I can be bothered with a write up so bare with me it might get a touch dull.......
Another shot from Mondays trek to the Peak District with the Welsh one, just off the Monsal Trail.
When we arrived at the top of the weir we were greeted by half a tree, ok might have been a large branch, sat nicely on the first shelf and spoiling the view somewhat......after a half hearted attempt to move it by chucking a few small rocks at it and trying to reach it with a tripod it was obvious said tree/branch wasn't going to budge. At some point I decided to go in for a paddle, I mean seriously where is Paul when you need him? Tree/branch eventually moved with the help of the tripod and the forces of nature..................
At which point 3 toggers on the other side of the river decide that the view is quite nice now and they'll stay after all and proceeded to stand in the same spot for an hour blocking our shots..........
Is it just me or do toggers fit nicely into two categories, nice friendly ones that don't mind sharing a few helpful hints or tips and coconut ring or two, or ones that are so far up their own backside?.....best stop there it's a family show!
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Scrivimi
quando il vento avrà spogliato gli alberi
gli altri sono andati al cinema
ma tu vuoi restare sola
poca voglia di parlare allora
Scrivimi
servirà a sentirti meno fragile
quando nella gente troverai
solamente indifferenza
non ti dimenticare mai di me..
E se non avrai da dire niente di particolare
non ti devi preoccupare
io saprò capire
a me basta di sapere
che mi pensi anche un minuto..
perché io so accontentarmi anche di un semplice saluto
ci vuole poco..
per sentirsi più vicini
Scrivimi
quando il cielo sembrerà più limpido
le giornate ormai si allungano
ma tu non aspettar la sera
se hai voglia di cantare
Scrivimi
anche quando penserai che ti sei innamorata
Tu non ti dimenticare mai di me
e se non sai come dire
se non trovi le parole
non ti devi preoccupare
io saprò capire
a me basta di sapere
che mi pensi anche un minuto
perché io so accontentarmi anche di un semplice saluto
ci vuole poco
per sentirsi più vicini
Scrivimi
anche quando penserai.. che ti sei innamorata
..Tu scrivimi
"the pic has been taken years ago by Ebru Melson. I simply loved this pic of my best friend and I worked it in Gimp for a little dedic to her ;)"
2018,Osaka Japan.
My photos are not complete with just one photo. What matters is the relationship with other photographs. Therefore, I recommend you to view the following series. Please feel the city of Osaka through my photos,”OSAKA STREET FRAGMENTS” www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72157719832072690
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My series, “Something.”
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"OsakA"
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— Helen Keller
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Throat of the Dragon - Las Garzas - Oct 4 2018-2 - Cracked Fresco Van Gogh - TS2 LR
Happy Tree mendous Tuesday
The title is a quote from Kahlil Gibran that came to mind as she walked under the trees:
"Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky. We fell them down and turn them into paper, that we may record our emptiness."
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Write your own caption in the comments for this four pack of endangered razor blades taking stone up at MP2
Die schnelle S-Bahn, zeig eine fahrende S-Bahn vom Bahnhof Zoologischer Garten Richtung Savingyplatz.
Die Lichter der Stadt, die Sterne und die Vielschichtigkeit in der Darstellung sind die Aspekte, die die Nachtaufnahmen für mich so interessant machen.
Schriebt gerne ein Kommentar mit Kritik und Anregungen, was Euch gefällt was weniger - bin sehr offen für Eure Kommentare und Meinungen.
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The fast S-Bahn, showing a moving S-Bahn from Zoologischer Garten station towards Savingyplatz.
The lights of the city, the stars and the complexity of the image are the aspects that make the night shots so interesting for me.
Feel free to write a comment with criticism and suggestions, what you like and what you dislike - I am very open to your comments and opinions.
2018,Osaka Japan.
My photos are not complete with just one photo. What matters is the relationship with other photographs. Therefore, I recommend you to view the following series. Please feel the city of Osaka through my photos,”OSAKA STREET FRAGMENTS” www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72157719832072690
Would you like to write something about my photos? The flickr "About" page has a corner called "Testimonials."
www.flickr.com/people/153962322@N05/
If you would take your precious time to tell me about me, I would like to say "Thank you!" from the bottom of my heart.
My series, “Something.”
www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72177720313290...
Cat portrait series,"Memories of stray cats" www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72157690113266...
"In explore" www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72
"OsakA"
www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72157689638422...
Thank you everyone.
I could write something about life's twists and turns and that what is most important is the journey itself rather than the destination we aim for; but looking at that road all I wish I had at the time is a mountain bike.
Taken in the Peak District.
To write a letter - once a vibrating pain in the tissues was enough and a stock of words no greater than an animal's scream.
Nowadays, one needs an outline and an argument, and comparative explorations into the depth of dictionaries.
There are surgical interventions around words, there are word-hybrids, half-words, quarter-words, and there is an ambiguity of letters swollen with wisdom.
And my thirst - a fledgling nightingale is silenced by all these scores and instruments. And when you ask me for meaning, I feel how the branch that supports the frail nest snaps under the crushing load of a grand piano.
By HP (again...)
Astoria-Megler Bridge, Oregon
After a beautiful sunset out by the Peter Iredale, I dashed with intent and purpose toward the spot where I previously shot this. I took that picture with what Canon decides to grace us suckers with as a kit lens, and it's a bit soft and grainy as a result. So here we go again.
The weather has been beautiful, so the Saturday night sky was a glorious dark blue/purple. Very different from the dark, misty night I previously shot on. This is also a two-minute exposure as opposed to a 30-second, giving my "spaghetti" a much thicker consistency. I'm very pleased with the clarity, and I had a great time trying to find this spot again (after weaving all over the top of the hill yet again--I should really write that street down).
123-second exposure at 53mm using a cable release - ISO 100, f/13 - Canon 17-85 IS lens
This is a shrine for luck in matchmaking. You write down your wish on a piece of paper, crawl through a hole in a stone and then glue your wish to the stone.
Marché Hebdomadaire de Carbonne, Haute-Garonne, France.
Whenever I write the word "vegetables", I have to think about this Spitting Image Sketch from a long, long time ago:
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I started with the notion to write more poetry. And by "more," I mean any. I used to write a lot of poetry, but that was a long time ago.
But recently I've tried and started by looking at what I had written twenty years ago (not quite the last time I wrote, but close).
What I found were poems and books I wrote about people. Almost everything written down was about someone. Sometimes it was an alloy of several people folded into one. But it was almost always about people.
My writing held people in the same way my photography does not. I have almost never photographed a person. In my thousands of photos I've shared, maybe a half dozen contain people.
But one thing they both share, my writing and photography, is humanity. There are not people in my photographs, but it's hard to say they aren't peopled.
Almost everything I photograph has been modeled and moved by the 'hand of man.' Even pictures that seem purely nature, without a path carved, without a road made, has been changed in countless ways by people.
It can be seen in the plant life - much of what I take is of grasslands, the native species all but erased, replaced with the invasive, brought from wherever to here by people.
Sometimes there were forests where there is nothing.
Sometimes there's nothing where there were forests.
The lake is new, the land is leveled; here used to be wetlands, and here used to be desert.
Sometimes I'll share my photos on lists and groups that insist upon no photos with "the hand of man." I'll submit a 'natural' scene with some small path carved by coyotes through the steppe grass and it will be rejected as unnatural.
Other times, cheat grass and tumbleweeds pass muster as no "hand of man" was detected.
But this just opens an ultimately semantic and pointless discussion of how humans are and/or aren't part of nature. It's a discussion I forever loathe having and roll my eyes in dis-entertainment. "You know what I mean," is as far as I'll take it.
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'Sing in These Vacant Theaters'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Lens: Mamiya-Sekor RB67
Film: Fuji NPL160; x-02/1999; 50iso
Process: DIY ECN-2
Montana
July 2022
I’m sitting here at my desk wondering what to write and I’m struggling. Most of the time I like to accompany my photos with some sort of chatter. Sometimes it’s about the photo but most of the time it has nothing at all to do with. I do this mainly to keep my writing brain active, which I must admit a talent I’ve always been poor at. Suffering from a level of dyslexia English was a totally failed subject at school, It was a skill I did not need the first part of my working life as a mechanical fitter, It also did not hinder me in my switch of careers into Information Technology (IT). However as I moved into management the more I needed to write, the word processor and spell checker came to my rescue as it was painful to be referring to a dictionary for every other word, even so I know when I read this back the spelling and wrong or missing words will be most evident along with poor gramma. So now I write drivel and it’s OK if you don’t read it, it’s for me as is the photo. At the moment I’m looking at instructions entitled “Pelvic Floor Exercises for Men”. I should have been doing these exercises the last 11 months waiting for my prostate procedure, but I haven’t. This is not out of laziness more from an inability to be convinced I’m doing the exercise properly as I’m still struggling to identify the muscle in question. Now with just over a fortnight to go before I go under the laser I’m resigned to not be prepared in that department and the foreseen circumstances. Anyway a little about the photo. When the storm was upon us and everything seemed lost the heavens opened and a messenger appeared. it’s all there in my imagination and photo.
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.
“Write on the sand when the tide is low,
Seek it again when the waters flow;
Whisper a word when the wind is heard,
And wait until echo repeat the word.”
~ Pollie Morris ~
June 27th, 1874
Two of my photos combined. One of a verse from a treasured book the other a shot off the telly - Raymond Blanc's herb garden!
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
Color 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
Fifth Harmony - Write on Me
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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