||[loneoceans]|| - A photograph a day.

[loneoceans]

Picture 0012; Wandering on Horizon Road
22 Jan 2008, Tuesday

Another photo taken along the way home. I'm not sure what butterfly it is; might be a grey pansy but I'm not sure. I had to move some stems out of the way. Little butterfly did not mind me very much. Has anyone wished to be a butterfly before, carefree and pretty?

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There is nobody on the road But I,
And no beseeming abode I can try
For shelter, so abroad I must lie.

The stars feel not far up, And to be
The lights by which I sup Glimmeringly,
Set out in a hollow cup Over me.

They wag as though they were Panting for joy
Where they shine, above all care, And annoy,
And demons of despair - Life's alloy.

Sometimes outside the fence Feet swing past,
Clock-like, and then go hence, Till at last
There is a silence, dense, Deep, and vast.

A wanderer, witch-drawn To and fro,
To-morrow, at the dawn, On I go,
And where I rest anon Do not know!

Yet it's meet--this bed of hay And roofless plight;
For there's a house of clay, My own, quite,
To roof me soon, all day And all night.

- The Wanderer, Thomas Hardy

 

[loneoceans]

Picture 0013; Standing in motion
23 Jan 2008, Wednesday

Many people say that the photography is the art of capturing moments. Photographers try to grasp a little fragment of time. But time is relentless and ever moving. Sometimes we manage to capture something nice, but sometimes it slips ever so slightly away.
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Like sand through the hourglass
it slips away
Time has come to pass
chances gone, some might say

Is there a second chance?
Something to hope for
Is there a second chance?
Something to hope for?

No, I suppose not
an echo replies
Relentless is time
never awaiting demise

Still some might hope
to transcend that clock
In the empty night
a new door might unlock

Awaiting that promise
the last sand grain drops
Is it when times ends
that the last beating heart stops?

- Alexander D.

 

[loneoceans]

Picture 0014; Roadside
24 Jan 2008, Thursday

The life of a leaf begins from a seed - insignificant and small. But from the ground it grows into a big tree, spreading its branches proudly, displaying thousands of leaves high above the ground, up high and majestic. But this is short lived and soon the leaves wither and fall, returning to where they came from. The leaves no longer face the sun by day and the stars by night, but humbly take their place by the roadside.
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The winter's evening settles down
With smells of steaks in passageways.
Six o'clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves across your feet
And newpapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On empty blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
And then the lighting of the lamps.

- Preludes, T. S. Eliot

 

[bluejewel8]

love the car

 

[loneoceans]

love the car

Thanks bluejewel8! Appreciate the visit and the comment! Oh yes to everyone, please help critique as well! Thanks!

 

[loneoceans]

Picture 0015; _
25 Jan 2008, Friday

Not sure why but this cat really sort of looked like a little tiger! No wonder big cats like Tigers and Lions etc, are called cats. (Now did that make sense?)

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The fat cat on the mat
may seem to dream
of nice mice that suffice
for him, or cream;
but he free, maybe,
walks in thought
unbowed, proud, where loud
roared and fought
his kin, lean and slim,
or deep in den
in the East feasted on beasts
and tender men.
The giant lion with iron
claw in paw,
and huge ruthless tooth
in gory jaw;
the pard dark-starred,
fleet upon feet,
that oft soft from aloft
leaps upon his meat
where woods loom in gloom --
far now they be,
fierce and free,
and tamed is he;
but fat cat on the mat
kept as a pet
he does not forget.

- Cat, J. R. R. Tolkien

 

[loneoceans]

Picture 0016; A Slice of New Zealand
26 Jan 2008, Saturday

Taken a while ago in New Zealand. It really is a beautiful place, the grass, the sky and the mountains.

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All the birds have flown up and gone;
A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
We never tire of looking at each other -
Only the mountain and I.

- Alone looking at the mountain, Li Po

 

[loneoceans]

Picture 0017; Long and Winding Road
27 Jan 2008, Sunday

Also taken a while ago in New Zealand. This was taken from the bus I was riding on, but I had to shuffle carefully up to the front to get an unobsured view. Fortunately the bus wasn't going so fast, otherwise there would have been excessive motion blur. Wonder how it would feel, if I were to walk that road. Alone.

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She walks a lonely road in the night, seeking,
Watching the stars with a wish.
That her love will fly to her on wings of gossamer and steady her plight.
Heavy feet pad along the lonely road, hoping.
She wears the coat of a survivor, she does.
Wanting for her love to be requited not only wished for.
The stars she sees wink and smile at her in the night,
Saying, "Everything will be all right."
Time.
Time speeds as distance shrinks,
Her wishing stars continue to wink.

- Lonely Road, Walt Hardester

 

[Ah_K]

Picture 0016; A Slice of New Zealand
26 Jan 2008, Saturday


Taken a while ago in New Zealand. It really is a beautiful place, the grass, the sky and the mountains.

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wow. nice one... next destination... New Zealand!!! :bsmilie:

 

[loneoceans]

wow. nice one... next destination... New Zealand!!! :bsmilie:

Thanks Ah_K. It was a while since I went to NZ, but yes it is definitely a place of amazing beauty. I would love to go back there again, or even a few more times. Their ice-cream there is also fabulous and cheap!

 

[loneoceans]

Picture 0018; Windows
28 Jan 2008, Monday

A 3-photo panorama taken from my school at dusk. Windows to the outside world. We might feel safe in our own little sphere, but who knows what we might experience if we were to open the windows of our soul and breathe in a little bit of life?
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Now close the windows and hush all the fields:
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.

It will be long ere the marshes resume,
I will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
But see all wind-stirred.

- Now Close The Windows, Robert Frost

 

[loneoceans]

Picture 0019; Into the blue
29 Jan 2008, Tuesday

From a bus stop during a sunny afternoon - the sky was terrific. As I lined up to take a picture, a little bird flew past.
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Fly away my angel,
Spread your wings and fly;
Take the beauty of your soul,
And share it with the sky.

Take the warmth within your heart,
And put the sun to shame;
The glow of summer's sunlight.
Will never be the same.

Take the strength within your soul,
From your heart, the tenderness there;
Behold the majesty of the sky,
Its beauty does not compare.

Take the splendor of the stars,
That twinkles in the sky;
It fades in the matchless sparkle,
Of the beauty there in your eyes.

Fly away my Angel,
For I have set you free;
I will wait here patiently,
Until you fly back to me.

- Fly Away, Allison Chambers Coxsey

 

[loneoceans]

Picture 0020; Birds in a field
30 Jan 2008, Wednesday

The back lit sun provided a very moody picture of a few birds gathering ominously on a field. Perhaps for any foreboding reason?
Most likely, for food though. But we always wonder.
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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep,
though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

- Flanders Fields, John McCrae

 

[loneoceans]

Picture 0021; A Souvenir Shop Item.
31 Jan 2008, Thursday

Cast metal cat in a museum souvenir shop.
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This is your museum of stones, assembled in matchbox and tin,
collected from roadside, culvert, and viaduct,
battlefield, threshing floor, basilica, abattoir,
stones loosened by tanks in the streets
of a city whose earliest map was drawn in ink on linen,
schoolyard stones in the hand of a corpse,
pebble from Apollinaire’s oui,
stone of the mind within us
carried from one silence to another,
stone of cromlech and cairn, schist and shale, hornblende,
agate, marble, millstones, and ruins of choirs and shipyards,
chalk, marl, and mudstone from temples and tombs,
stone from the silvery grass near the scaffold,
stone from the tunnel lined with bones,
lava of the city’s entombment,
chipped from lighthouse, cell wall, scriptorium,
paving stones from the hands of those who rose against the army,
stones where the bells had fallen, where the bridges were blown,
those that had flown through windows and weighted petitions,
feldspar, rose quartz, slate, blueschist, gneiss, and chert,
fragments of an abbey at dusk, sandstone toe
of a Buddha mortared at Bamiyan,
stone from the hill of three crosses and a crypt,
from a chimney where storks cried like human children,
stones newly fallen from stars, a stillness of stones, a heart,
altar and boundary stone, marker and vessel, first cast, lode, and hail,
bridge stones and others to pave and shut up with,
stone apple, stone basil, beech, berry, stone brake,
stone bramble, stone fern, lichen, liverwort, pippin, and root,
concretion of the body, as blind as cold as deaf,
all earth a quarry, all life a labor, stone-faced, stone-drunk
with hope that this assemblage, taken together, would become
a shrine or holy place, an ossuary, immovable and sacred,
like the stone that marked the path of the sun as it entered the human dawn.

- The Museum of Stones, Carolyn Forché

 

[night86mare]

Picture 0019; Into the blue
29 Jan 2008, Tuesday

From a bus stop during a sunny afternoon - the sky was terrific. As I lined up to take a picture, a little bird flew past.
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i like this, but there is too much space on top

you can consider just chopping everything above off, in a paranomic crop style but it may be a personal view.

 

[loneoceans]

i like this, but there is too much space on top

you can consider just chopping everything above off, in a paranomic crop style but it may be a personal view.

Hey night86mare, thanks . I did consider a tighter crop but I thought I'd like to emphasis the blueness of the sky more, and the vast expanse of it. But yes another possible composition

Oh No I'm a bit behind, need to post more photos!