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This woman carryies okra from her fields near Tamale, Ghana. Okra is often harvested by women to supplement their incomes (USAID/Elisa Walton).

woman made from grass; at Eden project Corn wall

Let Your Voice Be Heard!

  

I am

I am a woman :earth_africa: :earth_asia::earth_americas:

I am weak, I am strong

I am quiet, I am loud

I am a woman

 

I cry tears that no one sees

I laugh laughs no one hears

I scream when I am silent

I am a woman

 

I care when no one cares

I listen when no one listens

I have rough edges that need to be smoothed out with love

I am a woman

 

I can only love a man if he respects me,

loves me and accordingly acts

I act the way I feel ..... I am free.

If I do not, I'm not myself anymore.

I am a woman

 

Whether I live

love, laugh cry or Hate

I am a woman

I am strong

I will always be woman

It is my pleasure to be a woman.

 

I wish lots of Βeautiful Moments Today and Every Day !

 

Together we can change the future

www.youtube.com/watch?v=S98-BIpzZuk

Original Caption: Navajo Woman

 

U.S. National Archives’ Local Identifier: 412-DA-1828

 

Photographer: Eiler, Terry, 1944-

 

Subjects:

Shiprock (San Juan county, New Mexico, United States) inhabited place

Environmental Protection Agency

Project DOCUMERICA

 

Persistent URL: arcweb.archives.gov/arc/action/ExternalIdSearch?id=544321

 

Repository: Still Picture Records Section, Special Media Archives Services Division (NWCS-S), National Archives at College Park, 8601 Adelphi Road, College Park, MD, 20740-6001.

 

For information about ordering reproductions of photographs held by the Still Picture Unit, visit: www.archives.gov/research/order/still-pictures.html

 

Reproductions may be ordered via an independent vendor. NARA maintains a list of vendors at www.archives.gov/research/order/vendors-photos-maps-dc.html

   

Access Restrictions: Unrestricted

Use Restrictions: Unrestricted

 

A woman on a bench at Cushendall, Antrim.

I wonder if she spent her first hours of the new year alone, or with loved ones or maybe even alone, with loved ones.

"LINES ON A YOUNG LADY'S PHOTOGRAPH ALBUM"

By Philip Larkin

  

At last you yielded up the album, which

Once open, sent me distracted. All your ages

Matt and glossy on the thick black pages!

Too much confectionery, too rich:

I choke on such nutritious images.

 

My swivel eye hungers from pose to pose --

In pigtails, clutching a reluctant cat;

Or furred yourself, a sweet girl-graduate;

Or lifting a heavy-headed rose

Beneath a trellis, or in a trilby-hat

 

(Faintly disturbing, that, in several ways) --

From every side you strike at my control,

Not least through those these disquieting chaps who loll

At ease about your earlier days:

Not quite your class, I'd say, dear, on the whole.

 

But o, photography! as no art is,

Faithful and disappointing! that records

Dull days as dull, and hold-it smiles as frauds,

And will not censor blemishes

Like washing-lines, and Hall's-Distemper boards,

 

But shows a cat as disinclined, and shades

A chin as doubled when it is, what grace

Your candour thus confers upon her face!

How overwhelmingly persuades

That this is a real girl in a real place,

 

In every sense empirically true!

Or is it just the past? Those flowers, that gate,

These misty parks and motors, lacerate

Simply by being you; you

Contract my heart by looking out of date.

 

Yes, true; but in the end, surely, we cry

Not only at exclusion, but because

It leaves us free to cry. We know what was

Won't call on us to justify

Our grief, however hard we yowl across

 

The gap from eye to page. So I am left

To mourn (without a chance of consequence)

You, balanced on a bike against a fence;

To wonder if you'd spot the theft

Of this one of you bathing; to condense,

 

In short, a past that no one now can share,

No matter whose your future; calm and dry,

It holds you like a heaven, and you lie

Unvariably lovely there,

Smaller and clearer as the years go by.

 

Woman at Rongbuk monastery.

Mwila (or Mumuhuila, or Muhuila) women are famous for their very special hairstyles. Hairstyles are very important and meaningful in Mwila culture. Women coat their hair with a red paste called, oncula, which is made of crushed red stone. They also put a mix of oil, crushed tree bark, dried cow dung and herbs on their hair. Besides they decorate their hairstyle with beads, cauri shells (real or plastic ones) and even dried food. Shaving the forehead is considered as a sign of beauty. The plaits, which look like dreadlocks, are called nontombi and have a precise meaning. Women or girls usually have 4 or 6 nontombi, but when they only have 3 it means that someone died in their family. Mwila Women are also famous for their necklaces, which are central and meaningful as for each period of their life corresponds a specific type of necklace. Young girls wear necklaces, heavy red made with beads covered with a mix of soil land latex. Later girls wear yellow necklaces called, Vikeka, made with wicker covered with earth. They keep until their wedding which can last 4 years. When married they start to wear a set of stacked up bead necklaces, called Vilanda. Women never take their necklace off and have to sleep with it. They also use headrests to protect their hairstyles. However, more and more men and women dress in a western way, because people make fun of them when they go to markets. Women sometimes walk 50 kilometers to sell goods in Huila market. Mwila rarely eat meat, they rather eat porridge, corn, chicken, honey and milk. They kill their cattle only on special occasions. Mwila are not allowed to mention people’s name in public.

 

© Eric Lafforgue

www.ericlafforgue.com

Young sexy woman lying on the beach.

Photo: www.memoflores.com

beautiful tribal woman

texture from Jane. Thank you!

A woman working in a rice field near Tananarive.

1/Jan/1981. Tananarive, Madagascar. UN Photo/Lucien Rajaonina. www.unmultimedia.org/photo/

Woman on a rubber ring floating in a blue pool with a big smile on her face.

International Poster Art

III Edizione

16 Maggio - 16 Giugno 2008

Atelier Occupato Esc

Via dei Reti 15 - Roma

 

a cura di Sten Lex Lucamaleonte

this is the "Memorial to Women", in South America, ......but for me, every day are the women's day.......

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A rather miserable woman at Borough Market, London.

woman

 

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A dhobi woman washing in the temple pond Shiv Sagar in Khajuraho , a town which is famous for its temples dating from circa 950-1050 AC and especially for the stunning and often erotic statues and reliefs on the temple walls. The temples are spread out over a large area in and around the town of Khajuraho, some of them inside an enclosure in the very centre but others further away as for instance those in the Jain enclosure.

Khajuraho which is located in the heart of India in Madhya Pradesh is also an interesting place for those who want to catch a glimpse of rural life which is pretty distant from that ‘Shining India’ which might exist in wealthy parts of big cities. Just around the corner from the most famous temples in central Khajuraho women and men bathe and wash their clothes in the temple lake Shiv Sagar and a little furhter afield in the Old village people live under very poor conditions.

 

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Woman

John Lennon

 

(For the other half of the sky)

 

Woman I can

hardly express

My mixed emotions at my thoughtlessness

After all I'm

forever in your debt

And woman I will try to express

My inner feelings

and thankfulness

For showing me the meaning of success

 

Ooh, well,

well

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

Ooh, well, well

Doo, doo, doo, doo,

doo

 

Woman I know you understand

The little child inside of the

man

Please remember my life is in your hands

And woman hold me close to

your heart

However distant don't keep us apart

After all it is written in

the stars

 

Woman please let me explain

I never meant to cause you

sorrow or pain

So let me tell you again and again and again

 

I love

you, yeah, yeah

Now and forever

I love you, yeah, yeah

Now and

forever

I love you, yeah, yeah

Now and forever

William Shakespeare

A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted

Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;

A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted

With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;

An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,

Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;

A man in hue, all hues in his controlling,

Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.

And for a woman wert thou first created,

Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,

And by addition me of thee defeated,

By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.

But since she pricked thee out for women's pleasure,

Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.

 

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