tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45703115597673494992011-04-21T15:22:05.393-07:00Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05800927406969806882noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570311559767349499.post-82862652771426823432008-12-29T13:58:00.000-08:002008-12-29T14:32:50.437-08:00Hi my sweet friends!!!!<br />My love is about to buy a new photo camera but while he doesn't I continue taking self portraits...<br />This time I came across a snow globe and got fascinated with the frozen world inside it!<br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">"The Snow Globe" by Nemerov</span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">"And they left me one toy, a village white...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285336317723074898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3nv4H3MAQ4/SVlJYMha4VI/AAAAAAAAAMw/RedTb3MgQN8/s320/snowglobe1.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">...With the fresh snow and silently in glass..Frozen forever."</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285336317770682914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3nv4H3MAQ4/SVlJYMsxUiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DxZRrqwtYZM/s320/snowglobe5.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">"But if you shook it,the snow would rise up in the rounded space...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285336333512833954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3nv4H3MAQ4/SVlJZHV_e6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/4AB5sLLdgvs/s320/snowglobe4.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">...And from the limits of the universeSnow itself down again."</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285336991406036194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3nv4H3MAQ4/SVlJ_aL9FOI/AAAAAAAAANA/H7mxv-G40ck/s320/snowglobe6.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">"Ow world of white,First home of dreams!"</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285337009713727986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3nv4H3MAQ4/SVlKAeY2SfI/AAAAAAAAANI/o4N4apooXhk/s320/Snowglobe2.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">"Now that I have my dead,I want so cold an emblem to rehearse...</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285337014577880962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3nv4H3MAQ4/SVlKAwgjX4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/DYAzRb8-Psw/s320/Snowglobe3.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">...How many of them have gone from the world’s light...</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285337015351082834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3nv4H3MAQ4/SVlKAzY5f1I/AAAAAAAAANY/DQkrtspZScU/s320/snowglobe7.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">...As I have gone, too, from my snowy bed."</span></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p>Hope you love it as much as I do!!! <span style="color:#cc66cc;">♥♥♥</span></p><br /><p>I brought this snowglobe from a souvenir shop in London </p><br /><p>Pijama and socks - Oysho </p><br /><p>Lipstick - "Rumba Red" from H&amp;M</p><br /><p></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Kiss Kiss </span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Melody</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570311559767349499-8286265277142682343?l=down-therabithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05800927406969806882noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4570311559767349499.post-975065672758584612008-12-25T13:10:00.000-08:002008-12-29T14:31:39.779-08:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;">My very first post in here...A self photo shoot that I took some days ago, along with a beautiful poem that I found on the web...Hope you like it ^^</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>"The Sad Violin Player"</strong><br /></div></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283840250145748274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3nv4H3MAQ4/SVP4tmfZNTI/AAAAAAAAALo/lSVmAHgRX-g/s320/HPIM1506.JPG" border="0" /> </span><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">What are you thinking, little violin?</span></em></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">What do your clear strings dream?</span></em><br /><br /></span></p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283840254784829586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3nv4H3MAQ4/SVP4t3xb-JI/AAAAAAAAALw/_qmU8lgjrGw/s320/HPIM1508.JPG" border="0" /> </span><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">"Brown rivers have gold depths. </span></em></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">The sprightlysoftness in the current of the bow."</span></em><br /><br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283840243113972834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3nv4H3MAQ4/SVP4tMS41GI/AAAAAAAAALg/ieJHCB0n0fI/s320/HPIM1501.JPG" border="0" /> </span><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">What are you singing, my little violin?</span></em></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">Who are you calling now?<br /></span></em><br /><br /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283840258120362514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3nv4H3MAQ4/SVP4uEMsKhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bMbRv4cooqw/s320/HPIM1509.JPG" border="0" />"</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>Truths the trees, my parents, taught me.</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">The sky above your childhood home."</span></em> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong>Kiss Kiss***</strong></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Melody</span></strong></p><p align="center"><br /><br /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4570311559767349499-97506567275858461?l=down-therabithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05800927406969806882noreply@blogger.com2