Sunday, November 30, 2014

Tempus edax rerum;

The wings of time may carry sadness into oblivion.  Thoughts of loss return brittle and bittersweet like a dry leaf in winter, at the softest knocks. Crushed and bruised it lodges in your heart and mind. Tiania
Tempus edax rerum - Time is the devourer of things  

In my garden/Acidanthera/Ghost of flowers

©Photo/Text/ Ts/Titania's Pellucidity.

Monday, November 3, 2014

A fronte praceipitium a tergo lupi;

     Some People are like a butterfly with a broken wing; can not go forward and can not go back. They are stuck and can not reach the bridge they would like to cross. Fate has conquered their spirit, opened up a chasm, the only way out is to jump, shout  and remember to be free.

 A fronte praceipitium a tergo lupi 
“A precipice in front, wolves behind”

©Text and Photos Ts/ Titania's Pellucidity