"The sharp knife of a short life

I've had just enough time..."

- "If I Die Young" The Band Perry

I see Beauty in many things. And like the ghosts that only speak to you if you notice them, they tell me wondrous tales. With my camera and my thoughts, I captured these as faithfully as I can to share with you. And by doing so, they gave me the reasons. And though the thousand reasons may not all be sweet and some indeed bitter; they are still reasons to live. Come to think about it, that is Life, isn't it?

Saturday, 27 April 2013

The Hardest Thing to Move

I've had just enough time...   to try moving...

Taken from a car in the street of the City of Hangzhou where the white snake met the scholar...

You won’t believe the things I moved
Odd shapes and sizes
Light as feathers
Heavier than stone
Smaller than your palm
Larger than the truck
Some I moved down the street
Others transported a thousand “li”
I had moved things together
And I had moved things apart

You won’t believe what I moved
But, the hardest to move
The hardest to move
- is a heart


And that ain't the hardest part
The hardest part is working and I've worked enough

And that ain't the hardest part
Talkin' 'bout a true love
That ain't the hardest part
And that ain't the hardest part

The Hardest Part by Ryan Adams


  1. 1000 Reasons
    A morning to kill in the romantic city of Hangzhou where the white snake met the scholar by the bank of the lake lined by weeping willows kissing the water. I don’t mind a week to kill at this place and fancy meeting the white snake in one of my solitary walk. But a morning is all I got and I made the most of it, hiring a boat and the boat lady narrated the age old tale of the place in a sing song voice. I was gifted with a cool breezy morning and this is as close to perfection in travel as one could get. On the way back to the railway station in a car, I spied a truck that is moving the contents of a house. I fumbled for my camera and in one quick shot (only one I got), I shot the truck. It is never easy to move house but there are more difficult things to move…

    henrhyde (gill) Been Away Catching Up
    Perfect image set--- grand words --- soul searching !

    Sunciti _ Sundaram's Images + Messages
    Beautiful Image And Pretty Good Presentation.. Well Done And Well Described.
    Happy Weekend To You And Yours.

    heartfelt congratulations for this one....you moved my heart...:)))


  2. oola *
    oh you are soooooo right...
    so very very right...
    sadly so...
    but your visit to the lake sounds lovely... wish i were a little bird on your shoulder who could go along...

    ★Prometheus-BD added this photo to his favorites.
    Splendid shot.. lovely poem to go with it..

    ★ΞSSΞ®®Ξ and october blue added this photo to their favorites.

    I love the way you tie you stories to the images. Yes, a heart is a hard thing to move if it doesn't want to move.

    october blue
    Wonderful series ! I can almost her the singsong voice of the boat lady ringing in the sweet spring air. The weeping trees , booat and graceful bridge make a lovely composition . The images and words have touched (and moved ) my heart ...
    Samantha sends you her friendliest "meow" of thanks for your kind words for her photos .....we wish you a happy weekend :-)

    yes I think so, very nicely put!


  3. ★Onasill added this photo to his favorites.
    Fantastic street scene Thou.

    this image is one of the thousend reasons to look at your wonderful shots and to read your poetic stories!!!!!!!!!!

    ★ho.ge and ineedathis added this photo to their favorites.

    I think the only thing thats missing is me:-)
    Lovely shot my friend!

    Nirmali DekaBaruah
    Very beautiful series. Love the shots !!!!!


  4. oola *
    are all dreams happening when we are asleep?
    maybe art... or even more importantly... awareness of the moment... the metaphore that is silent in our hearts... maybe that is a dream with "eyes wide shut"
    "The Meadow" by Marie Howe
    As we walk into words that have waited for us to enter them, so
    the meadow, muddy with dreams, is gathering itself together

    and trying, with difficulty, to remember how to make wildflowers.
    Imperceptibly heaving with the old impatience, it knows

    for certain that two horses walk upon it, weary of hay.
    The horses, sway-backed and self important, cannot design

    how the small white pony mysteriously escapes the fence every day.
    This is the miracle just beyond their heavy-headed grasp,

    and they turn from his nuzzling with irritation. Everything
    is crying out. Two crows, rising from the hill, fight

    and caw-cry in mid-flight, then fall and light on the meadow grass
    bewildered by their weight. A dozen wasps drone, tiny prop planes,

    sputtering into a field the farmer has not yet plowed,
    and what I thought was a phone, turned down and ringing,

    is the knock of a woodpecker for food or warning, I can’t say.
    I want to add my cry to those who would speak for the sound alone.

    But in this world, where something is always listening, even
    murmuring has meaning, as in the next room you moan

    in your sleep, turning into late morning. My love, this might be
    all we know of forgiveness, this small time when you can forget

    what you are. There will come a day when the meadow will think
    suddenly, water, root, blossom, through no fault of its own,
    and the horses will lie down in daisies and clover. Bedeviled,
    human, your plight, in waking, is to choose from the words

    that even now sleep on your tongue, and to know that tangled
    among them and terribly new is the sentence that could change your life.

    Reprinted from "The Good Thief" by Marie Howe. Copyright © 1999 by Marie Howe. Used with the permission of the publisher, Persea Books.

    ★娜 娜☂Nana added this photo to her favorites.
    The most beautiful thing in the world,
    and that is the love from the heart.

    娜 娜☂Nana
    I suddenly thought a poem..
    The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched.
    They must be felt with the heart. - Helen Keller

    great catch and beautiful description to match with!


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