Slideshow of the Week
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This is a selection of photos I took in different countries.
They all have something in common: strong colors! :)
Showing posts with label saturation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label saturation. Show all posts
Hello Lady Red
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Like Petals
of the Rose
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Something is going to somewhere around
Everything is drifting to the time
Feelings and sorrows so often in rime
Inside your touches so much there to be found
You are a heart that is throbbing always on
Following footsteps of love many ways
Everything coming from tinctured plays
Until those moments are forever gone
You and I just two persons far apart
On to the blueness of our daybreak's song
From our beginning where we did both start
With full of hopes and thoughts still we long
Love comes close - we sometimes are one
Like petals of the rose in the morning sun
of the Rose
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Something is going to somewhere around
Everything is drifting to the time
Feelings and sorrows so often in rime
Inside your touches so much there to be found
You are a heart that is throbbing always on
Following footsteps of love many ways
Everything coming from tinctured plays
Until those moments are forever gone
You and I just two persons far apart
On to the blueness of our daybreak's song
From our beginning where we did both start
With full of hopes and thoughts still we long
Love comes close - we sometimes are one
Like petals of the rose in the morning sun
Spirit of the Earth
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The Earth is Yellow
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
The earth is yellow,
Under the winter's aglow;
Spring will come and grow,
A seed from under the snow.
Sleepy old forest,
With branches so barren;
Now you must adjust,
For the new and the foreign.
The earth is quite old,
Where shadows shall dissolve;
For winter can not hold,
What must revive and evolve.
The mountains become blue,
From distance faraway;
And everything come through,
With midnight sun and day.
The earth is my mother,
And with here I shall be;
Like each my sister - brother,
For all the rest of eternity.
Catch as catch you can,
The gold of green and new;
Now returns summer's van,
For youthful thoughts and hue.
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
The earth is yellow,
Under the winter's aglow;
Spring will come and grow,
A seed from under the snow.
Sleepy old forest,
With branches so barren;
Now you must adjust,
For the new and the foreign.
The earth is quite old,
Where shadows shall dissolve;
For winter can not hold,
What must revive and evolve.
The mountains become blue,
From distance faraway;
And everything come through,
With midnight sun and day.
The earth is my mother,
And with here I shall be;
Like each my sister - brother,
For all the rest of eternity.
Catch as catch you can,
The gold of green and new;
Now returns summer's van,
For youthful thoughts and hue.
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My Soul's Journey
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© 2009 - Ben Heine.
One of my pics from Kenya...
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Goodbye Troubles
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Love let new spring be you
Fresh in its new beginning
Heart always young and true
From growth now singing
Let me know of your laughter
Every footstep new and bold
Beautiful day’s morning after
Growth in earth from the old
Love look to my path afresh
Let me see the forest growing
So I'll know how to enmesh
With the tide's timeless going
Give my heart spring once more
Pull the way for gracious love
I need your feelings to be sure
What this throbbing is all of
Doubtful old days into the past
Those wonderful sights ahead
Rainy clouds I have by-passed
Goodbye troubles get joy instead
Pull up your friendliest smile
All the outside’s now looking in
Let aspiring hope be here awhile
Where has the laughter been?
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Almost There
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Some Ways
By Peter S. Quinn
Some ways will never leave
For someone put them there
They are old ways archives
Buildings with a spiral stair
Blacker than dreams inside
People are making walls
Where they in their ways hide
When some stranger calls
Nothing can be done then right
Silences are giving terms
Into the lonesome way of night
The status quo of the perms
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(The poem appeared on petersquinn.blogspot.com)
Some Ways
By Peter S. Quinn
Some ways will never leave
For someone put them there
They are old ways archives
Buildings with a spiral stair
Blacker than dreams inside
People are making walls
Where they in their ways hide
When some stranger calls
Nothing can be done then right
Silences are giving terms
Into the lonesome way of night
The status quo of the perms
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(The poem appeared on petersquinn.blogspot.com)
PS : This is a long exposure shot I made
by night somewhere in the centre of Brussels
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by night somewhere in the centre of Brussels
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