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Posts tagged with "Photography"

Kicking Leaves

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Walking in and kicking leaves about is a very strong childhood memory for me. Fall was magic to me, which is probably the reason why autumn is my favourite season still.

The Dead Bunnies

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Today at my job was a day of sorrow. Two bunny kittens died - with only a few hours' interval.

Of course the kids who looked after the particular bunnies were close to devastated. They cried, I comforted as I could best, telling them about nature's ways and that everything would be okay eventually. They asked if there was a such thing as a bunny heaven? I had a second to think it over and said yes, I believe there is.

Then, after the burial and after having crafted two crosses and written on them, the girls made a prayer which was said simultaneously and in which they prayed that God would see to it that there would be sufficient amounts of carrots and green grass in Heaven?

At that point I was touched, too.

Summer's End

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We had the first touch of frost. Leaves are all yellow and brown. Nature is preparing to die.

Still one brave rose in my beloved garden is holding it's head high - after the frost and a night's rain looking even better than ever. I guess it is with roses like it is with us humans - obstacles add character to the individual.

Either way, I felt a connection with my rose.

Take The Load Off

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Nice to come by a device in the city that isn't meant to break any speed record.

In fact it wasn't only nice; it was very funny to see people in haste running along the walls in the hunt for money, fame and success totally ignoring this thing just standing there as a reminder of what life is also about.

I wonder if anybody but me saw this as a call for doing what is necessary? I sat down. Smiled for myself. Stood up, took a photo and sat down again.

I must admit that this low-tech gadget saved my day.



Wonder if it's still there?

The Old Lady

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She had a full life
yes, she had

She was loved as a child
lived with caring parents
surrounded by noisy siblings
learned about the world
as she reached out for it

She went to school
and was met with demands
"do your things
learn to read
do the math"
you know the drill

She played through her childhood
with playmates in the street
later standing on the corner
understanding life

She had boyfriends, oh yes
quite a lot
for the fun of it
until he came along
and another he
and another
she caressed all of them
with her loving hands

She too became a mother
worrying about
sickness, money, drunk husband
but she managed
to keep things together
with a firm hand

She cried from joy
when her daughter got married
"My life is fulfilled"
she thought

She got older
grandchildren on her knee
passing on stories
children should know
about life
holding their hands

She got old
winter came
all her life she´s been
living surrounded by people
but these last hours

She´ll have to endure
alone
and empty handed
just as she came