You might survive the hippopotamus
only to be killed in the end
by the mosquito!
© ceenoa
You might survive the hippopotamus
only to be killed in the end
by the mosquito!
© ceenoa
For this challenge I thought I’d try something different.
I do have many lovely shots of the sun, but finally decided on a photo that shows how the Sun can make you feel: Contented.
This is our cat RaRa (named after the Sun God when we thought She was a He).
Autumn contrasts, Red and Grey,
a chilly breeze on a sunny day
a burst of colour as wind blows leaves
the starry night as Summer grieves
a puff of breath in the chilly morn
the sharpness of light from a sky, cloud shorn
although I regret the passing of days
the changing seasons always amaze.
© ceenoa
The tatters of want
curling around the empty
to fill it complete
© ceenoa
Anzac Day.
I was trying to write something about this, but the words could not capture the shiver I get inside, the incipient tears trembling on the verge of falling when I say these words:
“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.” ~ Laurence Binyon
Although those words were written back in 1914, specifically about WW1, they mean more to me than that. For over a decade, as my first employment, I worked with the Defence Department. I worked alongside friends and colleagues who might one day be encapsulated by those words. I remember the worry that I felt at the thought someone I knew might have to go to war, and that stays with me to this day. I have a stepson in the Navy, and I worry quietly, for his wife, for his son, for his mother and his sisters, for myself, but mostly for him. I want him to grow old, I want us all to grow old.
I try to imagine what it must have been like for those who did not get a chance to grow old, but I cannot. I try to imagine what it must have been like for their loved ones who got that news, and I do somewhat as my husband died at 42, but he died surrounded by those he loved, not far away amidst a war. I live in a country that is not at war. I cannot imagine the suffering that they endured, that others still endure now in many, many parts of the world.
All I can do is repeat those words, with compassion, with honour, with honest respect and love, and let the tears fall.
From light into darkness
may they find the light again
a place of comfort and of happiness
where peace reigns
© ceenoa
If I could stack up my memories
each one a thin slice of life
would they add up to much
or simply be such
as a bland playing card of no worth
my treasures are mine for no reason
a laugh, a tear or a sigh
their value is in how I made them
and their price
only measured by me
a memory is only a window
on a sliver of time that has passed
but as life’s river flows on
to still hear it’s song
some shutters must be closed in haste
I know that they wait in the gloaming
jewelled lights covered in dust
some day a hand will brush gently
heart open, soul smiling
and let them shine once again.
© ceenoa
Today I have been playing with some “effects” on my photos, and I am pleasantly happy with the results.
Sometimes reality needs to be ignored.
🙂
I like the hand drawn quality of the photo with this desaturated effect.
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I like the varied accents of colour in this Solarization Effect.
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I cloned out an extra branch in the photo below, and maybe because I was thinking it looked like Bamboo – I saw a Tiger emerge.
This is the original photo:
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I just couldn’t resist the colours of this Inverted negative.
This is the original photo:
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I really had fun with this – I think I will be doing more of it in the future.
No cheese for you
she shook her head
you need to eat green things instead
and so I
feeling sly
added green food colouring dye!
© ceenoa
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