I love autumn, a wonderful and calming time of the year. This year we have had a warm autumn with very once weather. I prefer to take a long walk when ever I have some time of and during autumn there can be some spectacular scenes in nature. Here you can see some photos from one of my walk some week ago. I hope you will enjoy them and that they may bring some calmness to your mind as well. Just as my walk did for me:)
I thinkHAPPY; therefore I am!
said René Dog-carts. Check him out running above. What a happy puppy!
He’s overjoyed to be alive.
Rinse your mind with merry!
What if adjusted our comprehension, cleansed and deodorised our mind’s filters with a rinse of happy? We can still utilise the lessons necessary for staying alive, but boost them with a dose of thrive, instead of just survive.
I am the boss of me!
We may not have complete control over our circumstances. Sometimes it feels like we can’t even find the vehicle let alone the steering wheel, gears, or brakes. And whose giant foot is that weighing down the accelerator pedal like a boulder avalanche inside a Looney Tunes cartoon?
YOU are the vehicle. You’re the master of your feelings.
You are a champion, a Firework
words cannot embody what you’re worth
Sending lots of smiles to you! 🙂
i haven’t really been doing much in the weeks leading up to school, and that dreaded first day is creeping ever nearer by the minute…so it was a nice change to get out of the house on monday and take the drive down to cornwall to go visit the eden project with my family! if you don’t know about this place, the eden project is a huge, huge garden full of plants from all over the world – a nature photographer’s heaven! you would not believe the amount of people running about with their cameras, and i was one of them ;3 so grab a chair, put your feet up and take a peek at some of the (good) pictures from my trip! trust me, i took a lot of duds…
another bonus from this trip (other than the whole amazingness of this place) is that i have a few good pictures to enter in the school photography contest when i get back ^0^ do you guys like these? everybody’s so professional with their photography here, so i know your advice will be good ^_~ thanks!!
Last night I took a photo of the Moon. (above) As I marvelled at her landscape, I thought of the one inside my mind.
The Moon’s beams are not her own but those reflected from the sun. Have we become the moon and forgotten there is the sun. Have we relinquished the light that exists inside us, to rely on the cast of others? Are our ideas our own, or like the rays from the Moon, an illusion from an foggy, bumpy mirror?
The amount of light from the Moon depends on the point of its orbit; just like us and our point of view. Depending on the angle reflected from, things may seem darker than they are.
When the moon is at is closest it becomes a Supermoon, Twenty percent brighter and clearer, but most of all; full. It is wonderful to be that close to another, that they brighten your life this way! But we are…
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What music is the soundtrack to your life? What songs play inside your head or enter through your ears? How do they affect your life, your art, what you write. How does music make you feel?
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Once upon a sunset, weary, I pondered, meek and teary,
over many faint and spurious homes ashore.
While I plodded, waves were lapping. I nearly missed the comely chap in
purple, rapping sincerely past me once more.
I circled round returning, embarrassment was churning,
the concern on his face, not all it wore.
Thanks m m Mister, I stuttered, though I heard not what he muttered,
while I sheepishly retrieved keys to my door.
The sky was pink if I remember; the last day of November.
Shadows winked at all their members, calling Thor.
As my heart was foxtrot beating, the rain threatened sheeting.
The stranger kept repeating Signorina, the storm!
I heard the darkness creeping, peering, I stood statue still, fearing…
Shouting streams no portal could ignore, began to pour.
The ruckus was unbroken, and the night bared no token.
No words could be spoken for the squall.
Swept up, I flew, wept cups and knew
this day may be my last for evermore.
But the tempest’s artful distemper, ceased its senseless raging temper.
And mercifully, lowered me to the floor.
It’s weighted rage sated, my sanity deflated.
My fate no more waited on collated wrath slated afore.
Though late I was beamish, despite encountering the fiendish
and my squeamish side, no longer held rapport!
When the shadows come a creeping, they’re a threat that will seep in,
don’t let them sweep in, explore
Of courage grab a tankful, a bank full of tranquil,
and recall how much we’ve to be thankful for!