Wednesday, 31 December 2008
2oo9. a fresh new year
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loving God. loving each others. loving our planet. this are my wishes for 2oo9.
happy new year all..
Tuesday, 30 December 2008
any day is a good deed day
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.. as one friend stated today “the children that weren’t present, didn’t get any present from Santa.. hohoho”, I realized this Christmas [as I realize it every each one, and here I take my blame] that we are forgetting what are the real significations of it. And I remember what I read recently, an affirmation of Calvin Coolidge, the thirtieth President of the
And now.. some kind of post scriptum.. Recently I was asked why I tend to see always the down side of things an accordingly to that to take photos and to manipulate them thru processing or thru the words I say. . So I made an inventory of all the entries in this last few past months since I started this photoblog [is great that I had also the time to do so].. and.. I discovered that it’s a doze of truth in those allegations. Still I refuse to comment upon the matter. Is my way to see things. Everyone else is free to get a camera and relate their own We all are moody human beings, or not?
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Monday, 29 December 2008
at last... a taste of winter
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"Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it."
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe [german playwrither, poet, novelist and dramatist. 1749-1832]
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Sunday, 14 December 2008
resized memories
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[published December 14th @ 11.00 p.m. ]
sometimes trying to have happy thoughts is like searching for springtime flowers in the middle of winter...
[published December 15th @ 1.25 p.m.]
hmm.. after reading Tudor's comment I wanted to complete the post with the lyrics of one of my favorite songs "bill withers - Ain't no sunshine".. who's "she"? anything or nothing.. anyone or no one.. maybe just sanity sometimes ..
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone.
It's not warm when she's away.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she's always gone too long anytime she goes away.
Wonder this time where she's gone,
Wonder if she's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home anytime she goes away.
And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Hey, I ought to leave the young thing alone,
But ain't no sunshine when she's gone, only darkness everyday.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone,
And this house just ain't no home anytime she goes away.
Anytime she goes away.
Anytime she goes away.
Anytime she goes away.
Anytime she goes away.
Thursday, 11 December 2008
sos swallows
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i found out recently that the common swallow is about to disappear. the news is at the same time odd and... sad. I, like the person who's article make me think about this little creature, Harris Wallmen, chief editor of roumanian Photo Magazine publication, wondered about the causes.
after a superficial online documentation, i found out that the swallow population of most of the european big cities just vanished. for this phenomenon exists a lot of reasons, like: the industrialization of agriculture in the rural areas, the intensive use of pesticides, the lack of food or the massive tree clearing from the cities that made impossible the finding of a place where to put their nest.
in the end, Wallmen said it beautiful: "the swallow likes to live almost exclusively in the presence of humans. She never abandon her pair once in the short life she has, of four or five years. and, even if she isn't extremly talented, like the nightingale or the blackbird, she is one of the most garrulous singers. the world without swallows seems more deplorable and plaintive".