But what did he see in the clear stream below? His own image; no longer a dark, gray bird, ugly and disagreeable to look at, but a graceful and beautiful swan. To be born in a duck's nest, in a farmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan's egg. He now felt glad at having suffered sorrow and trouble, because it enabled him to enjoy so much better all the pleasure and happiness around him; for the great swans swam round the new-comer, and stroked his neck with their beaks, as a welcome.
Being an amateur photographer with a passion for creative concepts and imagery; this is my space where I can share and hopefully inspire.
Wednesday, 27 July 2011
Swan Lake
Monday, 25 July 2011
Streetlights
"Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night"
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night"
- Don't Stop Believin' by Journey
Saturday, 23 July 2011
Monday, 20 June 2011
Sunday, 19 June 2011
The Cactus
"The Cactus has humilty, but is not submissive. It grows where no other plant will grow. It does not complain when the sun bakes its back or wind tears it from cliffs or drowns it in dry sand. When rain comes it stores water for hard times to come. In good times and bad times it will still flower. It protects itself against danger, but harms no other plant. It adapst perfectly to almost any environment. It has properties that heal the wounds of men. It is the plant of patience and solitude, love and madness, ugliness and beauty, toughness and gentleness"- The Power of One (Bryce Courtenay)
Saturday, 18 June 2011
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