It’s too cold outside for angels to fly… /Ed Sheeran/
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Tag: Snow
Weekly Photo Challenge: Serenity
The key to serenity is trusting that the Universe has your back. /Gabrielle Bernstein/
Weekly Photo Challenge: New
The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes. /Marcel Proust/
Black & White Sunday: Wish
Thinking about this prompt, somehow a song from my childhood came to mind. The last line – to be more precise: “The year is white from both ends but right in the middle it gets green…”. I think that would be my wish for the coming 2015 – to have a colouful year with all the tones and undertones, yet not lose the pure beginning and the end. That bright white moment just after and just before…to appreciate everything there has been as well as is yet about to come.
I hope to keep on wishing, I wish to keep on hoping…
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Weekly Photo Challenge: Warmth
Adversity draws men together and produces beauty and harmony in life’s relationships, just as the cold of winter produces ice-flowers on the window-panes, which vanish with the warmth.
/Soren Kierkegaard/
Carpe Diem Haiku *White Christmas*
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someone’ s presence
disappears in freshly fallen snow
– coming or going?
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Weekly Photo Challenge: Converge
To photograph is to hold one’s breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It’s at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy. /Henri Cartier-Bresson/
Carpe Diem Haiku *Roadside Beggar*
Today on Carpe Diem our source of inspiration is a haiku, written by a haiku poet from Ghana – Nana Fredu-Agyeman:
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looking at the sun
for a silver coin –
roadside beggar
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Here’ s my attempt to stay close to the same mood and spirit:
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roadside mud
fading under the first snow
holes in beggar’ s shoes
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Four Seasons
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pine scented vapours
out of sauna door in snow
all senses awake
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black streaks in white
fingertips trace curves of bark
sap keeps dribbling
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sun kissed skin
waves lapping softly at my toes
summer memoirs
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harvest moon
glistening by fireplace
entwined bodies
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Ese' s Voice 