We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing. /George Bernard Shaw/
Orange is the happiest color. /Frank Sinatra/
My challenge is my passion – a photo you have taken and a quote, attributed to its author, and of course related to your image. Every week on Sunday I will post a new prompt.
I want to thank my fellow bloggers who have already become a part of this challenge. Everyone’ s welcome to join! All you have to do is:
– create a post of your own with the title Ese’s Weekly Shoot & Quote Challenge – Awakening;
– include a link to this post also for others to find you.
Let your ideas flow and enjoy! Ese
Prompt 31 – AWAKENING
It is possible to experience an awakening in this life through realising just how precious each moment, each mental process, and each breath truly is. /Christy Turlington/
And now – it’s time for your interpretations…
It was February of 1944 when inhabitants of Tyumen gathered their cats for them to be shipped off to the State Hermitage in St.Petersburg (Leningrad) as “rescuers” of artistic treasures from rats. After the 900-day period of the Siege of Leningrad (the Leningrad Blockade), when millions of people starved to death, there was no cat population left at all. The rats had survived, of course, and started to eat everything, including the priceless art. 238 Tyumen cats were sent to the northern capital where they saved the day and became heroes to the nation. Nowadays in Tyumen there is located the only Siberian Cat Square in the world (with alley and 12 different sculptures of cats) for this historical fact not to be forgotten.
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killer instict awakens
in the name of art
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Image courtesy of Google
It is the 5h anniversary of Sunday Stills and the prompt Ed has come up this week is pets. Here they are – very present or unfortunately only in memories…
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh … And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new.
There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep. /Homer/
erupting from blooming bushes
affection or fight