14 Sunday Feb 2021
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Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. – by Anaīs Nin
I know that our love is still alive – it just needs a careful polishing.
Models: Lauren DiMarco and Oleg Galagan
07 Sunday Feb 2021
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Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired:
For then my thoughts–from far where I abide–
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul’s imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.
Sonnet XXVII by William Shakespeare
In that wonderful place between wakefulness and sleep, I think of you.
Model: Lauren DiMarco
14 Thursday Jan 2021
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30 Thursday May 2013
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Lauren DiMarco in Ireland © Joan Currie
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write,
And ever since it grew more clean and white,
Slow to world-greetings, quick with its “O, list,”
When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst
I could not wear here plainer to my sight,
Than that first kiss…
from First time he kissed me by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Grateful for the small yet sacred declarations of love…
18 Sunday Nov 2012
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© Joan Currie – watercolor
Absence extinguishes a minor passion and intensifies a great one – as the wind blows out a candle but fans a fire.
from In Absence by François , Duc de la Rochefoucauld
Trying to wait patiently for your return…
11 Sunday Nov 2012
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© Rachel Valley
She does not yet know that real love does not demand perfection.
from Labyrinth of Desire by Rosemary Sullivan
But she is about to meet the man who will teach her …
Model: Lauren DiMarco
17 Wednesday Oct 2012
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© Joan Currie
Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can be broken. But it is inscribed on a heart and there it shall remain forever. – Anonymous
Waiting for that great big crazy love to come again…
Model: Carole Morey
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28 Friday Sep 2012
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© Joan Currie
That I did always love
I bring thee Proof
That till I loved
I never lived-Enough-
from That I did always love by Emily Dickinson
Perhaps it is time to turn up the heat…
18 Tuesday Sep 2012
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Art, Design, Intimacy, Lauren DiMarco, Love, Photography, Rumi
© Joan Currie – Mixed media
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.
from A Moment of Happiness by Rumi
I love to linger in our own sweet, sweet world…
Model: Lauren DiMarco
26 Sunday Aug 2012
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America's Top Model, Fashion, Khrystyana Kazakova, Khrystyna Kazakova, Love, Nicholas Sparks, Photography, Relationships, Safe Haven, sucker punch
© Khrystynana Kazakova
She wasn’t exactly sure when it happened. Or even when it started. All she knew for sure was that right here and now, she was falling hard and she could only pray that he was feeling the same way.
from Safe Haven by Nicholas Sparks
Is the love that takes your breath away too painful to bear?
