Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Night light
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3WW prompt CVII ~ delicate + jaded + night
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After a work day
Night becomes the jaded time
Delicate lighting
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Softening pillows
Magnetic kind erasures
Cooling heated treads
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I measure out my life with haiku. My camera films my soul. ~ Gemma Wiseman
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- A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent
- Autumn is an introspective season when stray thoughts of the mind dive into the mystique of the soul - Gemma Wiseman
- Autumn is the bridesmaid of Summer and the flowergirl of Winter ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Autumn whispers the tones of yesterday in a minor key ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Love is born / With a dark and troubled face, / When hope is dead / And in the most unlikely place; / Love is born, / Love is always born. - Michael Leunig's Christmas Song Cycle "Southern Star"
- Spring paints the stars of heaven in Earth colours ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Summer sizzles with a sibilant hush / Broken by dreams of / Clinking ice ~ Gemma Wiseman
- The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. - G.K. Chesterton
- Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz
- Winter is the fire, simmering lonely in the soul ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Winter is the shadow, the etching of the seasons in the mist ~ Gemma Wiseman
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7 comments:
night is my favorite time of all.... gorgeous photo....
So many people took 3WW words and wrote poetry. You've said a lot in so few words. Nicely done.
When I was still working outside the home, my night time was this sudden sanctuary that I relished with jaded enthusiasum, but now that I work at home, each chaotic moment is filled with the longing to do it all before I die...experiencing all the magic in one single days moments...filled with the art of my longing, not one single second is wasted in folly...I feel fulfilled, yet with winters looming dread still in the back of my mind...my art triumphs over the dread. Yet night time is still this temple of peace, that upon it's arrival, I relish the calm.
Blessings friend,
sharon
This was excellent. Well done.
lovely and wistful post!
Soothing.
a very mysterious looking shot!
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