thank you for stopping by my blog, Meri.. and I agree, the photo here totally fits my poem.. if you don't mind, can i link this post of yours and put the image on my post? :)
Hi Meri, just stopping by to say how delightful your blog is. Thanks so much for sharing. I have recently found your blog and am now following you, and will visit often. Please stop by my blog and perhaps you would like to follow me also. Have a wonderful day. Hugs, Chris http://chelencarter-retiredandlovingit.blogspot.ca/
A little color, 1890s style, from around the world. Women of the Caucacus - Library of Congress Collection LC-DIG-ppmsc -03930 Traveling by Reindeer, Archangel, Russia - Library of Congress Collection - hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/ppmsc.03931 Distinguished Moorish Women, Algiers - Library of Congress Collection (LC-DIG-ppmsc-05553) Photochrome prints are colorized images produced from black and white photo negatives that are directly transferred onto lithographic printing plates. The process was invented in the 1880s by Hans Jakob Schmid (1856 - 1924). It was popular in the 1890s, when color photography was in existence but still commercially impractical. Sepia Saturday.
"Our Lady of the Natural and Unnatural World" - created on Polyvore.com/merimagic I call her "Our Lady of the Natural and Unnatural World." She is omnipresent, all-seeing, all-knowing. She is in the song of the birds, the preternatural stillness before the tornado, the glow on the margin of the horizon as the sun rises or sets with the turn of the earth. She is in every molecule of our bodies, in every grain of our spirits. We are breathing air that she once inhaled and exhaled in her mortal state. She dreams clouds, showers in the rain. Her heart bursts, leaking joy, when we laugh. So laugh long and often. Our Lady has known enough sadness. you breathe miracles into being, Mary mine unloose the sacred A Virgin a Day Haiku My Heart
I don't think I've ever done a Sepia Saturday using my own pictures, but here goes. I see myself as a somber four-year old and wonder, "What is that little girl thinking?" My eyes seem to hold too much knowledge and wisdom for someone who'd been such a short time on earth, this time around at least. I see myself as a seemingly confident about-to-be high school senior, a cheerleader, a school leader, involved in a multitude of activities, practicing at love and chomping at the bit to go to college and have more freedom (albeit with my parents footing the bill). Now I look at her, her youthful exuberance so plainly showing, and I wonder, "If she knew then what I know now, would she have made choices differently?" Would she still believe in happy endings, that one man could be the love of a lifetime? Would she have been more cautious in giving her heart, less willing to elevate other people's needs above her own? There are no do-overs, ...
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Thanks for sharing this with us. Happy Theme Thursday and have a great weekend.
God bless.