Frail
63 creative works found
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Japanese magnolia in soft light.
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Exotic orchid reflected in floating bubbles.
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You lead me / I do need redemption / Whenever I don’t know I feed you balance / We will not rest / Until the search ends I bleed for you / I voluntarily give myself I need my fraility / Oh so soon / I will unfold I bleed for you / I voluntarily give myself / The Gathering Made with Apophysis
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A Gulf Fritillary butterfly on a zinnia, delicate little legs tiptoeing across delicate petals.
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This painting is an accurate rendition of one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. She was that, yes. / Her eyes, strangely, strangely, sweetly, were naturally permanently dilated. She shared this bizarre trait with another woman that I loved fiercely… / Both of them were, and remain, monstrous. Utterly and uniquely… separate as the poles that ice our planet, different as nails from knives; from the deadness of a shattered spine to frothy seizure to poisoned wine. / Amy, this woman, is the most damaged person I have ever met. The best metaphor I have found falling from my own lips to describe her is this: / “She is a running chainsaw thrown into a crowded room.” / I will post a little more and tell a few shreds of the hell the fucking HELL that she caused, boiling sick in her deadly empty head. She SMILED for. every. moment. that. she listened. when i played it for her. Nothing Endless / These are the lyrics. / NOTHING ENDLESS, song for the Frail Sisterhood. I can see your faded heart Only Because I can see in the dark Behind the skin within Your carefully Attractive scars Mouthing silent answers Gently, through the glass Where it starts Promise me, baby That you will cut my arms Because I never, never Wanna have to ask CHORUS Bleed into me, and stay Kiss me as you fade away Find a way, find a way Crying, and afraid She wants hunger and hurting In a black fever humming So she is hunting in jeans Still sticky from sinning The un-healing taint That deep – wound of fate This is what she makes This is what it takes This is the shape This is what she makes This is the shape (Overlaid with chorus) Seven is the number If I wanna get her any wetter She needs me to hit her She aches, she aches For a hammer CHORUS X 2 The torn edge of the night Makes myou think that maybe, maybe it might Warm the cold streets and your bare feet Freezing small and white Soaking the edge of the sky The bloody, beautiful night The sweetness the softness The toxic… endless NIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGHT The way you live your life The torn edge of the night My love… my love. Close your blind, dying eyes.
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While out on the lake last Saturday I noticed several leaves floating in the water from the surrounding Cottonwood trees. The ones that were the most emotionally compelling for me were these simple skeletal remains. So much beauty in such frailty. A symbol of life. /
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Found this building the other day out on our ride.
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Thus quietly thy summer goes, / Thy days declining to repose. / Unpitying frosts, and Autumn’s power, / Shall leave no vestige of this flower. / If nothing once, you nothing lose, / For when you die you are the same; / The space between is but an hour, / The frail duration of a flower. / / Quotations from Philip Freneau’s poem: “The Wild Honeysuckle” To view the full poem by Freneau, click here: www.readbookonline.net/readOnLine/1252/
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Drawn and painted by Nicole Whitty
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Watercolour depiction of the “SUIT”.
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Original Artwork & Digital Design by Nicole Whitty
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Watercolour painting by Nicole Whitty
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Watercolour Painting of an embryo yet to be born. / by Nicole Whitty
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At the conclusion of existence man is reduced to from whence it. The mother reclaming her child when it can no longer stand tall.
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My father-in-law is nearly 81, and holding on to his way of living, taking care of his appartment, fending for himself, and looking after his ailing girlfriend as well. Walking to her appartment everyday to help her with the daily chores, to do the necessary errands, and to make sure that she takes her medication properly. Walking back to his place in the evening, doing his own housework, laundry, sweeping and shoveling, choosing to maintain two households instead of moving in with his girlfriend, holding on dearly to his independance. Stubbornly holding on to his dignity, refusing to use the cane that could help him when he gets the occasional bout of dizziness. Choosing to do all this hard work instead of going to a retirement home, holding on fiercely to his pride and autonomy. Taking care of his son and grandsons, always making sure that they are well and happy, that they have everything they need. Holding on lovingly to his fathership. Going on through life, with the constant pain in his joints, the weight of all those years pressing down on his shoulders and on his heart, just holding on… Focal length 55mm / ISO-200 / Aperture f/5,6 / Shutter 1/13 sec. Shot in manual mode, in natural light from the window / Nikon D60 / AF-S DX NIKKOR 18-55mm f3.5-5.6G VR
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This is the hand of a hard working man. A man who used to get up at five o’clock every morning and walk several miles to his workplace. A man who went back to work after his retirement because he was offered a position and couldn’t stand the idleness. When he became a widower, freshly retired for good, he chose to occupy his mind with hard physical labour, restoring furniture, and volunteering to clean up and maintain the cemetary where his own parents and family were buried. He’s also a man who won’t listen to his doctor’s advice and will not hesitate to do any work when there is work to be done… even at nearly 81, even with a heart condition. A man from another generation, like we almost can’t find anymore… My father-in-law! Shot in the natural from the window, on a dark background to preserve the low key effect / Focal length 55mm / ISO-200 / Aperture f/5,6 / Shutter 1/13 sec. Shot in manual mode / Nikon D60 / AF-S DX NIKKOR 18-55mm f3.5-5.6G VR Featured in the Image Writing group on March 27, 2009
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After seeing the original Labouring Hand photo, my good friend Squelia suggested that I try adding a Dragan effect to the image, which would emphasize all the wrinkles and textures of my father-in-law’s hand. Celia also kindly provided the link to this tutorial . I did try, and this is the result. Cool effect! However, I decided to elaborate a little on the concept of old age, combining a black and white, inverted version of Arthritis 2 to demonstrate one of the painful difficulties of getting older. For you Celia, and thank you for suggestion! Finished in 4th position of Top Ten* in the Top 20 challenge of the Images and Ideas group on April 11, 2009 Original shot /
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As the sun was starting to set after a long day, I happend to notice this flower looking frail and spent. Even though its day is almost over, I find it more beautiful than the rest. Perhaps it is because I pray that as I continue to get older too, people will always see and remember the inner beauty in me. Hope that doesn’t sound a bit dramatic, but that’s what I know. :-) / / /
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I worked it out. IF you are lucky enough to gain both Carer Allowance and Carer Payment, then you are rewarded by the Government with $1.73 per hour. The one thing missing from this is that it is 24 HOURS A DAY service. Now tell me that the Government cares.
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