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"Winter, a lingering season, is a time to gather golden moments, embark upon a sentimental journey, and enjoy every idle hour."
― John Boswell.
A warm memorie of a cold morning.
Have a great new week my friends!
"The trees, the flowers, the plants grow in silence. The stars, the sun, the moon move in silence. Silence gives us a new perspective." ~ Mother Teresa
I want to share some feelings with this lovely poem
about sadness and darkness in life!
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'Still I Rise'
By Maya Angelou
"You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise."
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Copyright Credit: Maya Angelou, "Still I Rise" from And Still I Rise: A Book of Poems. Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou. Used by permission of Random House, an imprint and division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved.
Source: The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou (1994)
Be well my friends!
Snow fell last night. I opened the curtains and ..... what a beautiful sight! When the sun came through the clouds the picture was complete.
Enlarge it for more details.
You even see a man walking his dog along the water, look closely!
Have a warm and sunny weekend my dear friends.
Thank you all so much for your visits, your warm words,
your faves, but most of all your friendship.
We are sending you hugs and love: Beethoven and I ♥
pp: done with Snapseed on my phone
"Ice contains no future, just the past, sealed away. As if they're alive, everything in the world is sealed up inside, clear and distinct."
― Haruki Murakami.
"It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it."
~ John Burroughs
Small and covered with ice crystals.
Please enlarge it to see the details.
Done with a texture by Deviant Art.
"Without water drops, there can be no oceans; without steps, there can be no stairs; without little things, there can be no big things!"
~ Mehmet Murat Ildan
During an early morning walk,
I found this moss between the stones covered with mesh
and a steel frame.
I walked past it and looked inside and then I found many beautiful things, including this beautiful specimen. Made with 1cm macro on my camera.
Please enlarge it to see the fine details!
Have a great weekend my dear friends!
Hugs, Addy ♥ and Beethoven 😻
"Every time I walk through the world, I am awed by what I find. On a winter morning, when it seems too cold and slippery for safe jogging or bicycling, I can still go out and experience the glory of sunlight turning icy branches into strings of sparkling diamonds."
~ Bernie Siegel
Have a delicate weekend my dear friends.
Hugs by me and my biggest fan: Beethoven
pp: done with Topaz denoise
Image is from my archives
“Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.”
– Victor Hugo
pp: texture by Deviant art
image is from my archives
"Everyone wants to be the sun
that lights up your life.
But I will be your moon
that shines during your darkest hours."
~Unkown
Goodnight to all of you my friends, by Beety and me!
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“Happy people build their inner world; unhappy people blame their outer world.” — Dalai Lama
Saturday morning, I woke up with a smile!
I openend my window and.....
A there you are! Finally a lovely winters day!
On a cold December morning at the nature reserve
Margarethapolder in Terneuzen with ice on the water.
At that time in front of our home.
pp: done with a texture by Deviant Art!
Thank you so much for EXPLORE!! 8 January 2025
position *112. I am winters happy! ;-)
Beethoven nearly 2 years ago.
His first snow that turned into rain.
Last night we had snow, but here in the south it's raining now.
In the middle of my country there is still snow.
I am sorry that the snow is gone, because I was planning to go outside with Beethoven on a leash.
Beethoven on his way to Santa!
Beety enjoying life in the snow with his friend Babe.
Although Babe is still a bit afraid ;-)
Not composing today, just having fun sledding outside.
Happy Caterday by Beethoven, Babe and me! ♥
Together in the snow! Beethoven and his little friend girl mouse. Babe Enjoying the snow on their heads. Friends forever!
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“With sunrise, yesterday's worries fade into morning mist.”
This morning I saw the sunrise red so I hurried to the creek nearby. When I arrived, the color was already orange, with a lot of mist. What a beautiful day this is going to be; an early winters day with sun!
This image is straight from my IPone, no changes.
It was difficult to focus though.
Be well my dear friends! Hugs and love to you by me ♥
and Beethoven
The way we were.
Today I found an small film, old scratched slide, from the winter of 1971 in Canada.
I took a picture of this slide with a macro camera and this is the result. No texture, just straight from the slide.
We had just bought a new Austin Mini and we were going for a ride. At that time I was pregnant with my son ♱ Brian.
I have some more to show you..... later
Little Beethoven 8 months, enjoying outside! Curious in the sun!
Happy weekend dear friends for all your visits last days.
Hugs by me and Beethoven !
"We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day, and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us."
by: Khalil Gibran