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Reflection
Last drop of summer.
Softest of pinks..
Newark Castle
Peacock orchid
The Buxton Memorial (Victoria Tower Gardens)
Fear not...
Autumn glory.
What am I ?
Sprowston Manor
Autumn sun
Summer is just a dream....
Just a lockdown doodle :-(
Welcome back Ipernity :-))
Christmas Cactus
You light up my life ...
Happy Christmas to all Ipernitians
Back to the shadows
Happy New Year 2021
The calorie burning lunch break
Lockdown doodles again !!!
White -out
Time is running out :-(
Rudbeckia
In my garden..
Going at a snail's pace ;-)
Feeling off colour ;-)
Delicate..
Flower art
Gladiolus
Another wet day :-(
Smokey Phlox
The white rose
In a vase
Red are the roses...
Lily the pink ;-)
Old English shrub rose.
Rajnigandha (Mexican)
Newark Castle, Nottinghamshire
Two's company ;-)
The ghost of the planet we once called Earth :-(
Pink Beauty
Walk on the wild side....
A bed of roses ;-)
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Time present and time past
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Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.
Poem by TS Eliot
Ipernity Explore/Front page.. Thank you very much
Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.
Poem by TS Eliot
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Have a lovely and healthy week end.
Your composition is eternal, and so beautifully composed.
It evokes a past mingled with an unreal present made of memories that, tonight, destabilize me. Where is our lost youth if not in our only lost memory?
So, so evocative...
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