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
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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.
vignettes_IND
heartfelt congratulations for this one....you moved my heart...:)))
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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...
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Splendid shot.. lovely poem to go with it..
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Kathy_9
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 :-)
ShambLady
yes I think so, very nicely put!
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Fantastic street scene Thou.
ho.ge
this image is one of the thousend reasons to look at your wonderful shots and to read your poetic stories!!!!!!!!!!
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ineedathis
I think the only thing thats missing is me:-)
Lovely shot my friend!
Nirmali DekaBaruah
Very beautiful series. Love the shots !!!!!
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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.
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The most beautiful thing in the world,
and that is the love from the heart.
愛比天更高，比海更深。
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
Starlightworld
great catch and beautiful description to match with!