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[fadedday]

Poppyseed Dancer by Randall Hobbet

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[lovelyballetandmore]

Poppy Seed Dancer (Anna L. Russell) | Photos by Jan Hammerstad

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[jonesssee]

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[myheartofsorrow]

Poppyseed Dancer

by Robert L Person

#dancer #nude dancer #nude in nature

[la-dame-aux-pieds-nus]

@bmanphotos  PoppySeed Dancer - October 2018

[deermouth]

are you celebrating a holiday this week? what's your favorite holiday tradition (any holiday or Special Day, birthdays etc count). i especially like special food but any thing is. fun

I am not celebrating one this week!

i honestly don't celebrate a lot of holidays that i like that involve special food? i often go to family gatherings for thanksgiving and xmas which have food that i enjoy but i don't particularly appreciate the observance of either of those outside of that lol.

for myself, religiously, my favorite holiday is Anthesteria, honoring Dionysos, the dead, and Hermes Kthonios. there's not a lot of specific food involved there either, unless you count the stuff i prepare for Hermes and the dead and do not eat, lol.

the other thing i think of re: holidays are some of the semi-spiritual (or...non-specifically-religious?) gatherings I went to growing up:

my hometown actually does a huge winter solstice bonfire every year in this one park on a lake that is a lot of fun.

also, every year for many years, my mother and sometimes some of our family friends would go to "dance the sun up" on May Day/Beltane at this little event hosted chiefly by a group of Morris dancers. there was a lot of English folk tradition there--a may pole, a fire that lots of people jumped over for luck, a burning of a "winter witch" effigy, folk song caroling. actually one of my favorite things about this did involve food: a costumed man, "The Betty," would hand out poppyseed cookies "for fertility." I can't figure out if that name is something in a larger tradition or something unique to this group but it was special enough that i need to include a photo i think (apparently he passed a few years ago, and is dearly missed):

#a slightly early chag pesach sameach to everyone though!! #oh and a happy easter i guess #holidays #not that i think anyone was going to but don't rb this one pls #thank you for this great ask i had fun thinking abt it

[coffeenuts]

PoppySeed dancer by damdiv https://flic.kr/p/2hj3pxo

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[analogposts]

Model: PoppySeed Dancer

Camera: Pentax S1A Lens: Pentax Super Takumar 35mm f2 Film: Ilford HP5+ @ 800 Developer: Ilfosol3 @ 9+1 for 13.30 minutes.

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[doll-frakking-house]

Her name was Poppy. We already were brimming with ideas to prepare her nursery. I was imagining what life would be like 3-5 years after her birth, and was researching what to do for toddler swim lessons, preschool registration, and imagining what other activities she might like to do. Would she be a dancer? An artist? A future engineer obsessed with Legos? an athlete? A reader? Whatever her interests, I'd have made the world her oyster. I'd revel in our shared interests and celebrate our differences.

I was smiling at a two month old stranger at the Cider Mill yesterday, already visualizing what a fall afternoon with my own infant would be like a year from now.

She had a dinosaur onesie hanging in our closet just waiting to be worn; a soft grey blanket eager to wrap around her in warm comfort whenever she was sad, cranky, or tired. She would be surrounded by music, laughter and love, hearing her parents squabble over which classic rock star should be played on the stereo system. She'd be doted on by her mother's biological and chosen sisters. She'd grow into her own personality, ripe with passions and shortcomings unique to her own lived experience. She'd challenge her parents' worldview on a daily basis, for better or for worse, but always with the noble pursuit of a greater good. She'd learn about heartache and misery, but also about the endurance of love and faith.

I'm harrowed by the thought that she'll never get to experience any of that. Her little heart stopped beating seven weeks into the beginnings of life. Her light has flickered, but our unwavering love for her will transcend the life she could have lived. Even in death, she is cherished.

Jackson and I are going to take a spontaneous trip to the zoo tomorrow, make it our last trip with her in my womb before we schedule her final visit with our doctor on Wednesday. It'll be our way of saying goodbye to our little girl, who we loved when she was just the size of a poppyseed.

#we have no idea if she was a boy or a girl #or both or neither #but apparently giving your unborn a name and identity helps to cope with loss #miscarriage #unborn #failed pregnancy #loss #grief

[lovelyballetandmore]

Poppy Seed Dancer (Anna L. Russell) | Photos by Irina Jomir

#poppyseed #poppy seed #poppy seed dancer #poppyseed dancer #balletphotography #balletmodel #pointe shoes #anna l. russell

[glcryandgcre]

☎ (celeste&gabriel)

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sweetest celeste

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tiny dancer by elton john

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do you prefer lemon and blueberry or lemon and poppyseed?

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i found some old-fashioned scales in the antique store today, i was wondering if you’d like them for a kitchen display.

[theoneandonlyminimac]

Tuesday 28th July.

So I am trying to meet and catch up with many friends I havent seen either before covid , during covid (not that it has finished!) or for years! Sometimes life gets in the way, our schedules are jam packed and cocktails and lavish desserts with old companions does not seem a priority.

However as I am currently working 6 days a week, it is important to me that I interact with humans on a social level and not just surrounded by a work environment, remember all work and no play makes Jack (or Becci) a dull boy (woman)!

I have been aching to meet up with a special lady who once walked into my life and changed it for the better. I have always been the type of person to need family or love or someone who can nurture me by side. My mother abandoned me when I was 15, my father passed away when I was 23 and as an only child I had very little else to fulfill that missing gap.

Jennifer was a lady I made friends with through my love of ceroc, at first I didn't think she liked me. I mean, I don't always run people up the right way... Jennifer recalls me bouncing into the university hall at dancing one night in brightly, patterned leggings and a low cut tops, clacking noisily in my 3 inch latino shoes, (yeah not a great comb, that), and with my infamous cackle laughing as I worked the room (doing the rounds as i call them, I still do this). "Hello Petey! "Rob!! "Sandra, Melissa!") I mean you have to network at dance, it's part of the protocol!

But it turned out Jennifer did like me, she kindly offered me a lift home when she was horrified to learn I was getting the 10.30 bus home, often being pursued by drunken international, cambridge students, staggering on their way to Lola Lo's with a cheap sainsburys bottle of vodka in tow.

So I dutifully accepted Jen's kind offer and we struck up a friendship. A friendship which gave me the opportunity to move in with her and become a lodger. With her caring ways, Jennifer became like a Mummy, that figure even a Woman still needs in her life. We would gossip about snobby dancers, enjoy a plate of eggy bread together and catch up with Eastenders some mornings. She was my landlady for a good year and a half and I missed her dearly when her brother came go stay and as I wasn't immediate family, it was time to go.

Today was the first time I had seen her in a year. The last time I had seen her I had given her a huge squeeze and enjoyed a cup of coffee and a natter at a tea dance. Then Covid hit and of course, the World turned upside down.

So today was special , we chose to go to a lovely, country pub for our reunion, one that was very well known for its Michelin starred type food and beautiful surroundings, the Plough in Coton.

The food was exquisite and presented in a way that would have Michel Roux swooning over his souffles. I chose something light as my lovely man had already spoiled me with a delicious and rather filling breakfast.

I chose a duck scotch egg and the egg was fabulous, it came with fried poppyseed baguette and a lovely, tangy, tomato chutney. I also had a bowl of chips but my real piece de resistance was my dessert. I am very fond of cheese cake these days, often making my own, lotus biscoff one which is divine, but once you've tried a champagne, soaked strawberry, white chocolate cheesecake you arent ever going back!

Accompanied by a very fruity and heavily embossed pink gin and lemonade it had a variety of fruit. Strawberries, oranges and juniper berries although Jennifer was convinced they were peppercorns! She even tried one, her mind set on this bonkers theory!

Once our tummies were sufficently full, we had a spontaneous, cheeky visit to the Double tree in my local residency, Cambourne. I am very fond of the expensive but very well made, Blue Lagoon there. Jennifer and I reflected on some fond memories whilst sipping on our Blue Lagoons.

I had a fabulous time , and with a firm promise to meet up with my wonderful friend and I guess, second mother once more, I entered my house with a huge smile. How lucky I am to have kept a landlady, someone you generally have a restricted relationship with l, as a firm friend. Wherever I am in life, I will always be grateful for that opportunity.