
Movie: 10
Cue: Bolero
Rated: PG-13

Movie: 10
Cue: Bolero
Rated: PG-13

" . . . There never seems to be enough time,
to do the things you want to do, once you find them . . . ."
This is my grandmother who passed away when I was eight . . . I played around with a couple things to "age" the photo. Feedback (almost) always graciously accepted.

I must make up my mind today;
What to have, what to hold:
A poor man's roses,
Or a rich man's gold
One's as wealthy as a king in a palace,
Though he's callous and cold.
He may learn to give his heart for love,
Instead of buying it with gold.
Then the poor man's roses,
And the thrill when we kiss
Will be memories of paradise
That I'll never miss.
And yet the hand that brings a rose tonight
Is the hand I will hold.
For the rose of love means more to me
Than any rich man's gold.
A actual rose flash-frozen and Gold plated then painted. It is in tribute to my Sister-in-law Sharon that died some time ago.
~ Rose of Love ~
Exposure: 0.017 sec (1/60)
Aperture: f/5.6
Focal Length: 154 mm
ISO Speed: 400

"Now it used to be I ran to get where I was going. I never thought
it would take me anywhere. . . . . "
Forrest Gump
"By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes."
- Act IV scene 1, Macbeth.

Christmas song of course!!
"I saw momma kissing Santa Claus, underneath the mistletoe last night......"
I wasn't have much luck w/the flash-so there is shadow's-not enough light in that part of the house-and I only had the flash on my camera :-(
Have a good day!

"I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee . . .
clouds in my coffee, and . . . . . "
(a little grainy, must be the dream effect . . . yeah, that's it!)

"Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly." Langston Hughes
(This bird is an injured bird that was being held in a cage at a local nature center)
Rocky-know what this is? (or anyone else!)
Thanks for looking!

And the poet said, Speak to us of Beauty.
And he answered: IMG_0474
Where shall you see beauty, and how shall you find her
unless she herself be your way and guide? IMG_0477
And how shall you speak of her except
she be the weaver of your speech? IMG_0478
Be not afraid for Beauty is of the Tree of Life.
Who grows and changes before us, is born and thus dies.

I am newly born as a *** IMG_0769 copy.jpg ***
In the arms of the darkest plant
between the piercing thorns
Now..sleeping so silently…
.
Dreaming for a warm embrace.
With the desire for a softest touch..
And dew drops on pale eye brows
guarded by knife like thorns!!”
by rohithnair

I am the eagle, I live in high country
In rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky.
I am the hawk and there's blood on my feathers.
But time is still turning, they soon will be dry.
And all those who see me, and all who believe in me
Share in the freedom I feel when I fly.
Come, dance with the west wind and touch the mountain tops, Sail o'er the canyons and up to the stars.
And reach for the heavens and hope for the future
All that we can be, and not what we are.
John Denver - The Eagle And The Hawk