Tuesday, 18 August 2009

and more veiled tulips for Prospero, who watches from his serendipitous sleep, through our dreams, even when we think he doesn't

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and as a bonus for the never-in-distress Eneles, who has been waiting for my new Nikon D90:

self-portrait in Empire style, with dying petunia

(first digital picture on the Bridge, from now on digital images will have the tag "D")





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36 comments:

  1. To die, to sleep - / To sleep, perchance to dream ...
    (Hamlet, 3. Act)

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  2. Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
    And what strength I have's mine own,
    Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
    I must be here confined by you,
    Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
    Since I have my dukedom got
    And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
    In this bare island by your spell;
    But release me from my bands
    With the help of your good hands:
    Gentle breath of yours my sails
    Must fill, or else my project fails,
    Which was to please. Now I want
    Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
    And my ending is despair,
    Unless I be relieved by prayer,
    Which pierces so that it assaults
    Mercy itself and frees all faults.
    As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
    Let your indulgence set me free.

    a strange sense of loss swirls about me, yet,
    i will never forget the flowers you gave me that day

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  3. Really good images. Inspirational!

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  4. Robert's quote is so apt. The first one in particular has the peculiar dreamy quality of the impressionists. The play of light is utterly gorgeous!

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  5. Roxana!je te souhaite de faire bon usage du Nikon D90; un bon début les tulipes rouge et toi en belle du jour, mélange la vie que tu projettes de vivres ta liberté intelligence universelle.

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  6. Superba ultima fotografie, Roxana! Mixul de culori este foarte placut si senzual.

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  7. ...prayer,
    Which pierces so that it assaults
    Mercy itself and frees all faults.

    the tulips are sending prayers

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  8. Robert, sometimes this line is all that i have -

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  9. Prospero

    a strange sense of happiness
    swirls about me.
    even the loss, falling upon
    offering hands,
    becomes light and grace.

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  10. hi, Dave, so good to hear from you! i am glad you liked -

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  11. you and your love for the impressionists, SZ :-) (i can't say i am immune to the charm of their light either)

    i am happy you like my tulips as well, not only my pink roses (i remember!)

    :-)

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  12. Cher Allan, je te remercie de tout coeur - tu trouves toujours les mots les plus surprenants pour decrire mes photos, je suis vraiment impressionee.
    (moi en belle du jour, ca m'a fait rigoler :-)

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  13. Gabi, ma bucur tare mult ca-ti place!!!!

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  14. Manuela, i don't have tulips right now next to me, but i have real fresia, they are sending prayers back and my dream tulips are smiling -

    :-)

    (thank you for the article, a looot to talk about :-)

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  15. AHHHH

    ora25!

    in sfarsit!

    :-)))

    unde sa ma ascund de bucurie

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  16. Nagyon kellemes sorozat! Tetszenek a tulipánok. Az "Önarckép" szuper elegánsan gyönyörűséges. Szeretem a képeidet!

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  17. A visit here is always a falling into beauty beyond words.

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  18. breathing color into cloth, stitching dreams, raw silk futures.

    (has Prospero broken his wand within us? Or is it Him, all along?) Choice.

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  19. oh I thought it was the D for Delicious Diagonal ---

    (and this is all so deliciously decadently velvety)

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  20. What a contrast.. a Lady in Red.. you..r.. more reddish than the blood just from the heart..

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  21. Were that all maids that walk this Earth be thus dressed ; perhaps romance and art could reign on this planet of ours... a lovely portrait, and lovely flowers...

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  22. Főfüge, thank you so much for your kind words! i am always happy to hear from you...

    (and a big 'thank you' for Google Translations, in case anyone here imagines i can speak Hungarian as well - no, i don't, despite my endless curiosity about languages :-) which is really a pity)

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  23. dark S.: but a gentle falling, isn't it? oh, perhaps not always gentle, now that i think about it... and it is good so.

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  24. mansuetude, you gave me the perfect poem to go with these images:

    breathing color into cloth, stitching dreams,
    raw silk futures.

    oh.

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  25. ahahah, ffflaneur!

    i wonder which would be the perfect way to savour your description, hmmm. i think i need a deliciously decadently velvety drink, to dream and dive into days dimly gone...

    any suggestions?

    (it`s the best i can do today, in a hurry :-)

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  26. is this why you've got those sunglasses on, Peter, to protect from all that redder-than-blood red? :-P

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  27. Owen :-)
    what can i say, other that i totally agree, my 19th century tastes make me woefully unsuitable for our post-modern life :-)

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  28. mr.. my sunglasses are just fake..

    As a matter of fact..
    I am blind.. already!
    :-pp

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  29. Rosul acesta, mai intens ca de obicei dar atat de specific tie,ma hranesc cu el!

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  30. Edith, ce ma bucur ca esti flamanda de el :-)

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  31. Such powerful and beautiful images.

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