Finding solace in nature’s protection

Picture perfect!
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This was an unforgettable outing… when life gets too chaotic we are lucky
to have the possibility to run to the hills to seek solace in its protection.
Regardless to past behavior, nature embraces & cradles humanity unconditionally.

As hard as it was to choose the best of this collection, I tried to put myself
into the viewer “shoes” & select the top ones which came to a grand total of
sixteen so, my apologies for the length of this post 🙂

We are greeted by the quaint
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The charming & peaceful …
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Lampposts heavy in scent
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Stones marked by history
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we disregard human distraction
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To ensconce ourselves into nature
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White cabbage butterflies resting…
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While humans fly 😉
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… and fly
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We then enter a Walt Disney scary forest 🙂
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Find a picturesque bridge
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And get closer to admire…
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Get back to civilization
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Yet still welcomed by nature’s ornaments
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Ending our day with a splash 🙂

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MY Venice

Venice the beautiful!
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This photo is special to me.

It’s the less traveled “streets” of Venice.
The ones you can stop by and absorb the
Depth, its color, shadows and reflections…
In short all it has to offer to the knowing eye
The one who has already witnessed the Venice of
Sequins and glitter… curious of its authenticity
Thirsty for its poetic form shrouded in dreamy
quality.

Seeking solace in its troglodyte spots.

P.s
I am going to have to take time off for my family.
Exams are approaching & I need to be there & offer my support
we then go into summer holidays.
My apologies but I will be back hopefully with a whole bunch
of summer light in my photography 🙂

His newly found wild pastures 21.1.1990-Adjusted the 29.4.2013

wild pastures
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Newly found pastures
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Disheartened,
Writing of
No solace
Empathizing
With others
Never himself,
Attempting
Without
Attaining.
He roams
Encaged in
His sphere
Dreaming of
Wild pastures
Liberating his
Chained mind
Free from
Himself, others,
Their recognizance
Zoetic within… (1)
Acknowledging,
Approving
His reflection
Every morn
With pride,
Delight.
Insufflating
Promised
Affirmations
Inviting
Aura
Second
Upon second
Edifying his
Umbrage
Kindling that
Spark he was
Born with.
The one
Discarded
While tracing
Jots of glitter,
Searing footmarks
In the dust of
Interpretations
Flickering…
_ _ _ _ _ _

He decides
Then & there
To let it burst
Into a glow
Never to be
Extinguished…
_ _ _ _ _ _

Elated by his
New findings
Accoladed by
His long lost
Accomplice
He shouts
& raves at
His self-imposed
Steeples while
Fostering his
Newly found
Wild pastures.

(1)
Zoetic.
Pertaining to life,
Living, vital.

A day of our lives February 2010 Oa essay

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A day of our lives
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Last night I felt like waiving it all. Does it happen to you too?
Ironically, the arguments I want to run away from are the very reason I will not give up.
Even if the scales prove otherwise, working my character defects is now the reason for me to stay on.
So, I am hanging on a thread, as a spider, slowly weaving my way, consolidating my web.
My thread is my connection to my élan vital. To what is home now. It keeps me linked to my sparkle. That is why I hold on, toil my way through. Anneal the base.
My thoughts shout. Build a wider faction, extensions!
Outreach calls are of paramount importance yet, I have been shying away from that assignment.

We tend to build protective walls around us, which need to be broken down at some point.
Some build fortresses throughout their lives, staking up watchmen to mark their borders that stretch out further and further away from their former territories and lose themselves in it. Opportunities for light and life shrinking away from their grasp as the ebbing of a tide, leaving its emblem to be stamped on by the carefree, merry vacationer.
Others stay jammed between the doors of desperation, forlorn in an ocean of slavery to some addiction or another, plaguing them constantly with thoughts and acting upon them in a half-slumber, as if it is their destiny, as if they had no choice in the matter.
They live in a no-man’s land. In the crepuscule. Passengers erring between countries restlessly, looking for comfort and finding none.
Solace, evading their days and nights. Their soul giving them no rest. Until they are bestowed with the gift of sagacity and composure.
The skills for living in the right sense. Fully, truly, joyfully and peacefully.
Those miracles can happen. It is only up to us to create the vessel to receive them.
All there is to do is hope to be awarded with the volition to shape, mold it, as a sturdy thick, impermeable, hermetically sealed receptacle that will enable us to treasure those gifts never letting them out of our sight,
Whatever the cost.