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“For me, the camera is a sketchbook, an instrument of intuition and spontaneity.”
― Henri Cartier-Bresson
Skywatch Friday - Our World Tuesday - Travel Tuesday No. 276 - Through My Lens No. 279 - AWWW-Monday
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Hallo lieber Gast
Winter's power is broken!
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The Snowdrop
The snowdrop, Winter's timid child,
Awakes to life, bedew'd with tears;
And flings around its fragrance mild,
And where no rival flow'rets bloom,
Amid the bare and chilling gloom,
A beauteous gem appears!
Awakes to life, bedew'd with tears;
And flings around its fragrance mild,
And where no rival flow'rets bloom,
Amid the bare and chilling gloom,
A beauteous gem appears!
All weak and wan, with head inclined,
Its parent breast the drifted snow;
It trembles while the ruthless wind
Bends its slim form; the tempest lours,
Its emerald eye drops crystal showers
On its cold bed below.
Its parent breast the drifted snow;
It trembles while the ruthless wind
Bends its slim form; the tempest lours,
Its emerald eye drops crystal showers
On its cold bed below.
Poor flower! on thee the sunny beam,
No touch of genial warmth bestows;
Except to thaw the icy stream,
Whose little current purls along
Thy fair and glossy charms among,
And whelms thee as it flows.
No touch of genial warmth bestows;
Except to thaw the icy stream,
Whose little current purls along
Thy fair and glossy charms among,
And whelms thee as it flows.
The night-breeze tears thy silky dress,
Which deck'd, with silvery lustre shone;
The morn returns, not thee to bless,
The gaudy crocus flaunts its pride,
And triumphs where its rival died,
Unshelter'd and unknown!
Which deck'd, with silvery lustre shone;
The morn returns, not thee to bless,
The gaudy crocus flaunts its pride,
And triumphs where its rival died,
Unshelter'd and unknown!
No sunny beam shall gild thy grave,
No bird of pity thee deplore;
There shall no spreading branches wave;
For Spring shall all her gems unfold,
And revel 'mid her buds of gold,
When thou art seen no more!
Where'er I find thee, gentle flower,
Thou still art sweet and dear to me;
For I have known the cheerless hour,
Have seen the sunbeams cold and pale,
Have felt the chilling wintry gale,
And wept and shrunk like thee!
Thou still art sweet and dear to me;
For I have known the cheerless hour,
Have seen the sunbeams cold and pale,
Have felt the chilling wintry gale,
And wept and shrunk like thee!
Mary Darby Robinson, 1758 - 1800
Our World Tuesday - Image-in-Ing - Through my Lens No. 278 - Awww Monday - Floral Friday
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Southern Corners 20 - Island Fuerteventura
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“While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see.”
– Dorothea Lange
Skywatch Friday - Our World Tuesday - Image-in-Ing - AWWW Monday - Through My Lens No. 278
These impressions are taken in 2019 during our last visit to Fuerteventura, Canary Islands - Spain. I miss these beautiful and so relaxing days on this gorgeous spot very much.
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My North - a February Poem
"Wishing and wanting
to see you,
I step on thin ice."
- Madoka Mayuzumi
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If you have eyes and a heart for enjoying the small wonderful moments around us there's always a day like this. Crispy cold walk along the river Elbe at Hitzacker. Nature is sleeping and the old river is going on and on.
Standort:
29456 Hitzacker (Elbe), Deutschland
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