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candlelight and romantic© Angela M. Lobefaro - Explore - Since 1876, Casa Contratto has had its home in the heart of Canelli. Its buildings are in elegant Liberty Style, the architectural period between the late 1800s and the early 1900s, when the name Contratto first became famous throughout the world. Casa Contratto was the first Italian producer to specify the date on the label for Metodo Classico, with its Extra Dry-Brut Riserva Speciale 1917. www.contratto.it/homepage.htm - My Most interesting photos for a guy called Isaias Darkr Gallery of my photos Explore - Interestingness Among my PUBLISHED photos Subscribe to my stream INTERVIEWS with our Flickr Friends!
candlelight centerpieceI decorated the house for Yule, because I won a free tree and therefore had no excuse not to get around to it. So then of course I had to get all arty with taking pics of my centerpiece.
candlelight poemView On Black He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater; He sendeth more strength when the labors increase. To added affliction He addeth His mercy; To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace. When we have exhausted our store of endurance, When our strength has failed ere the day is half done, When we reach the end of our hoarded resources, Our Father's full giving is only begun. His love has no limit, His grace has no measure, His pow'r has no boundary known unto men; For out of His infinite riches in Jesus, He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again! -- Annie Johnson Flint, 1914
poem and candlelightThe wintry haw is burning out of season, crab of the thorn, a small light for small people, wanting no more from them but that they keep the wick of self-respect from dying out, not having to blind them with illumination. But sometimes when your breath plumes in the frost it takes the roaming shape of Diogenes with his lantern, seeking one just man; so you end up scrutinized from behind the haw he holds up at eye-level on its twig, and you flinch before its bonded pith and stone, its blood-prick that you wish would test and clear you, its pecked-at ripeness that scans you, then moves on. Seamus Heaney, The Haw Lantern October 30th 2006
Three random candles from our collection