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When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
It had rained over night again, and I shot this quickly as I was leaving for work. It was as if nature itself had been weeping over the loss of Felix.
The physical powers of the body cannot be separated from the rationale of the mind and the emotions of the heart. They are one and the same, a compilation of a singular being. It is in the harmony of these three-body, mind, and heart- that we find spirit.
Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero’s strength, the mother’s resilience, and the poor man’s armor. It cannot be broken, and it cannot be taken away.
The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.
Be still sad heart and cease repining, behind the clouds the sun is shining; thy fate is the common fate of all; into each life some rain must fall-some days must be dark and dreary.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Some times it is the “imperfect” shots that you end up liking the bestt. Shot this on my way to IKEA, against the sun which made it all dark. But, that is what “makes” the shot me thinks.
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One of those days where everything you have striven for and the one thing you are proud to say you are truly good at, is being threatened, and you envision it all unravel right in front of you.
This photo was captured sitting on the stairs on the way up the trail to one of the 7 mountains surrounding Bergen. The intention was to go for a hike, but things happened that had me cancel those plans. I just couldn’t.