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photoblog image Zyryality: Sometimes Life Is Full Of Red Color

Zyryality: Sometimes Life Is Full Of Red Color

 

…when life is full of red color for those who carry crosses

it is hard not to think about the wounds of the pierced hands…

Zyryality: Sometimes Life Is Full Of Red Color

 

…when life is full of red color for those who carry crosses

it is hard not to think about the wounds of the pierced hands…

comments (18)

  • Ray
  • Thailand
  • 30 Jul 2010, 00:47
...and a bed of Pine Needles to break the fall of the abused nail...
vz-nostalgia: Not that teh nail needed soft landing... still, it was a nice gesture on someone's part, don't you think? smile
There could almost be a crown of thorns here...
vz-nostalgia: I left it out of the frame, Larry. smile
  • Astrid
  • Netherlands
  • 30 Jul 2010, 06:13
....we have a Dutch saying....dat is als zoeken naar een speld in een hooiberg.
rough translation.....looking for a needle in a haystack....
Thank I saw your text with it, Viktor is life so painful for you right now, what are you looking for......
vz-nostalgia: That's a universal saying, Ms. Astrid. One would think that Dutch, being such excellent carpenters, would have "looking for a nail in a haystack" version of it. smile
  • Louis
  • South Africa
  • 30 Jul 2010, 06:52
Red is also the colour of cranberry juice
nourishing with healing qualities.
vz-nostalgia: Is there something wrong with your kidneys, Louis? smile
  • Chris
  • England
  • 30 Jul 2010, 07:23
That nail has punctured something vital Vik
vz-nostalgia: I hope that something is not beyond repair, Chris. smile
  • Suzanne
  • Canada
  • 30 Jul 2010, 08:08
Such a weeping of crimson..
vz-nostalgia: …the sun goes down and the fire
starts crackling the same old stories
the black queen comes down on her knees
humbly waiting to receive the magic touch
the purple piper weaves his purple tune in and out
the singing bowl vibrates producing endless chants
the gardener starts caring for the flower…

The time has come for plays
in the Court of the Crimson King.
Viktor, your images make me sigh. They demand such serious thought, and eat up so much time. Sometimes it is quiet contemplation, other times it is like lifting the lid of Pandora`s Box. All of this is good - it is why I admire your images so much. For me they are a whole different level of photography. (:o)
vz-nostalgia: It's been a while since I saw you on Nostalgia, Ms. Roz. Maybe a year? So good to have you back. smile
  • patrick
  • United States
  • 30 Jul 2010, 17:39
vz-nostalgia: :
...she came to us with trust
she revealed to us her beauty
we didn“t look
we didn“t treasure
instead
we raped her...
Those who carry the crosses are still alive. Better pierced hands than pierced souls.
vz-nostalgia: :
Delia: Those who carry the crosses are still alive.
VZ: Well, I think it's the other way around, Ms.Delia. They are alive, that's why the carry the crosses. smile

Delia: Better pierced hands than pierced souls.
VZ: Is that your preference, Ms. Delia?
  • iris
  • Hamburg, Germany
  • 30 Jul 2010, 21:01
"Red, of course, is the colour of the interior of our bodies. In a way it's inside out, red." Anish Kapoor once said that.
A close look inside the human body - that's what came to my mind instantly, when I first saw your photograph. And along with your words came a sheer flood of thoughts and images, tangled and unsorted. About evil men torturing a human body and it's courageous soul who just wanted to fight for it's objectives and did not shirk responsibility. I also see the turmoil of life, untold thousands of experiences, swirling around in a pond like untold thousands of leeches in their foraging ground. And I can feel the nail, that pierces my heart.
The thing is, you can wear sunglasses to protect your eyes from damaging rays. But how can you protect your soul from the flashes of red, that come across our lives every now and then disarmingly without previous warning?
vz-nostalgia: :
Iris: ...you can wear sunglasses to protect your eyes from damaging rays. But how can you protect your soul from the flashes of red, that come across our lives...
VZ: The only way I know how to protect our souls, Ms. Iris, is to wear protective scales, like dragons do, at all times, until you find a Master, who has the skills of slowly removing scales, in no hurry, one by one. A Master, to whom you will fully trust.
  • L.Reis
  • Portugal
  • 31 Jul 2010, 14:46
That's why I left all my crosses behind...while I go and have a chat with nuestros hermanos! grin

And there, bu the blue blue sea I can see the red badge of dawn and I can think about each day without feeling any pain grin

Have a great Summer VZ and "nail" this kiss on your cheek! (I swear it won't hurt)
vz-nostalgia: :
L. Reis: That's why I left all my crosses behind...
VZ: How many did you leave behind, Ms. Lina?

L. Reis: while I go and have a chat with nuestros hermanos!
VZ: Who are they?

L.Reis: ...there, by the blue blue sea I can see the red badge of dawn and I can think about each day without feeling any pain.
VZ: Does a glass of whiskey on the rocks with a slice of lemon fits somewhere into this picture, Ms. Lina? smile
  • Louis
  • South Africa
  • 1 Aug 2010, 12:55
Looking at the red splashed allover your picture, I would say there is something wrong with someone else's kidneys tongue Mine are still good for a few dilutes smile
vz-nostalgia: maybe one day I will join you for a few dilutes, Louis. smile
  • zhen
  • Australia
  • 2 Aug 2010, 12:47
like smile
vz-nostalgia: Good smile
isn't it odd that i found a nail today too? it's auspicious.
it was on my patio, in the cracks between the bricks. it was bent. how did it get there? last spring, i broomed fresh sand between the cracks. the nail shouldn't have been there. where did it come from?
yes, sometimes life is full of red. maybe red is the color of mystery.
auspiciousness.
vz-nostalgia: With all my love for rusty bended nails, Ms. Sera, I have nothing to do with yours. I was in San Francisco, yes, but it was a few years ago, way before you sanded the cracks. smile Besides, I have no habbit of leaving nails sticking out, I always drive them all the way. smile

Sera: ...maybe red is the color of mystery
VZ: Maybe. But in China, India, Vietnam brides wear red wedding dresses (a color of love). You'll see a lot of red during funerals in South Africa, where it is a color of mourning. I don't have to tell you what the color red meant for the bolsheviks of the Soviet Union. smile
  • blackdog
  • United Kingdom
  • 3 Aug 2010, 15:45
Delusions of scale perhaps, but I am put in mind of a large tent peg. Perhaps the circus has been and gone and this vital support for the big top has been lost forever.
vz-nostalgia: The Circus of Life has been here. It is gone now. The lonely Red Nail is the only reminder left of good times. smile I love this, Mike. smile
  • k.a.
  • s.a.
  • 7 Aug 2010, 03:54
...when life is full of thorns,
storms and pain
the wounds of the lonely pierced hands
are just that...
one more wound to a tired heart...

...when life is full of wounds, thorns and storms...
there is a true friend who makes you not to think it's the end...
he just hold your bleeding hand and carries the cross with you...
until everything turns to red color...
vz-nostalgia: :
…in real life
the friends are here
when life is full of fun, wine, money and enjoyment
when hands are pierced
and life is full blood
you’re on your own…
I've just noticed Roz's comment, ditto! Only I don't have the artful mind to appreciate much more than the imagewink
vz-nostalgia: That is plenty, Nig. Don't be too modest. smile It precisely requires an artful mind to appreciate a good image. smile
  • Redmama
  • United States
  • 26 Apr 2011, 05:14
vz-nostalgia: The beauty of art is precisely in that we relate to it on a personal level, Ms. Mama. smile

If I quit my day job, would you volunteer to pay my monthly mortgage? smile
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