أيها القادم الذي لا يأتي، أيها المنتظر الذي لا يدري،أين أنت يا من مكتوب له قلبي؟أم أنه لا نصيب في الحب لي؟ ربما للحب درب لا يمر بي!! أيها المنتظر الذي عن قلب بالحب مغرم لا تدري،انتظرك فهل تنتظرني؟!!!
One of the biggest challenges I face on the golf course isn’t usually the errant lies of my golf balls. Instead, I have difficulty focusing on the shots with the club versus the shots with my camera.
This dilemma was particularly evident when we traveled to Arizona last week. We played three courses in Mesa, Scottsdale and Tempe, and it was amazing how much wildlife joined us on the fairways and greens, especially as the cooler evening temperatures arrived.
I always bring a camera along when I play golf, and after spending the first day with only a 35mm prime lens (see the post Arizona Birdies), thinking I’d be more focused on my game and the landscapes, I realized my mistake. So, I brought the 70-200mm lens along for the remainder of the trip, and even though I still couldn’t get as…
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As I mentioned yesterday I spent another morning at Flinders a few weeks ago for Social Snappers. It was a different morning and the sea was angrier. There was no sunlight until later in the morning and definitely not while we were at the blowhole. We went for breakfast and then down to the pier.
It was threatening rain the whole time and we did think we would get some, but we didn’t. Windy was really how it was. There is such a mixture of colours over the rocks.
The waves were banging against the rocks and I was trying my best to get the waves as they exploded.
There was a heap of foam in the water. I don’t know, it was really disgusting, but I don’t know what it was. Any ideas?
We went into Flinders for breakfast. While we were sitting out the front there was a…
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every heart has its seasons
but mine never come
I have no reasons
why my life is empty of a love bird’s hum
some hearts have their winters
when rain never stops
sometimes storms hit and their world rocks
some heart enjoy summer with birds songs
others live lonely with autumn cruel winds
their hearts leaves slowly weirs
while my heart is slowly dying
some hearts in love skies are merrily flying
but still I hopefully dream
for my seasons to arrive
and so my heart will start its’ life – See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11892370-seasons-of-hearts-by-yassmin#sthash.kdTwgyPX.dpuf