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"Be present. Make love. Make tea. Avoid small talk. Embrace conversation. Buy a plant, water it. Make your bed. Make someone else’s bed. Have a smart mouth, and quick wit. Run. Make art. Create. Swim in the ocean. Swim in the rain. Take chances. Ask questions. Make mistakes. Learn. Know your worth. Love fiercely. Forgive quickly. Let go of what doesn’t make you happy. Grow."
— Paulo Coelho
“Standing on the snow-covered plain, as if in a pasture amid the hills, I cut my way first through a foot of snow, and then a foot of ice, and open a window under my feet, where, kneeling to drink, I look down into the quiet parlour of the fishes, pervaded by a softened light as through a window of ground glass, with its bright sanded floor the same as in summer; there a perennial waveless serenity reigns as in the amber twilight sky, corresponding to the cool and even temperament of the inhabitants.
Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.”
— Walden (1854) by Henry David Thoreau
(Chapter 16: The Pond in Winter)
My goal in life is to be one of those people who are just light. You see them and you suddenly feel so warm inside and all you want to do is hug them. And they look at you and smile with the warmest light in their eyes…. and you love them.
Maybe not in a romantic way but you just want to be close to them and you hope some of their light transfers onto you. 🌿
Lower Antelope, Navajo Nation near Page Arizona
Access to this canyon is a small opening from the top, then a narrow steel ladder criss crossing as you decend, you needs a little bit of physical flexibility and guts. (esp if you're carrying a camera, tripod and back pack)
Once below, you will be spellbound by the wonderful colors and abstract formations.. 2 hours is not enough to explore Lower Antelope canyon.
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Walking on foot brings you down to the very stark, naked core of existence. We travel too much in airplanes and cars. It’s an existential quality that we are losing. It’s almost like a credo of religion that we should walk.
There is, of course, something inherently romantic—if not heroic—about the extreme solitary explorer enveloped by nature. The very image of Herzog on foot recalls the iconic 19th-century paintings of Caspar David Friedrich, especially his Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog, with its lone figure staring out at the wide vista above the clouds.
'Truth itself wanders through the forests,' Herzog writes near the end. Yet here he embroiders his memories for effect: The vast swath of geography between Munich and Paris is littered with industrial towns and cities.
Once he comes out on the other end, traversing the deforested Champs-Élysées (“We were close to what they call the breath of danger”), Herzog emerges victorious.
― Of Walking in Ice: (Munich-Paris, 23 November–14 December 1974)
by Werner Herzog
This photo was not taken by me! This is a photo of Jackie, taken by her dad, on their 3-day trip to Yosemite last August. Jackie used this photo as inspiration for the Yearbook Cover Design Contest at her school. Another Yosemite photo of the same sunset I posted earlier in my Photostream was the color inspiration. The book is in the final design stages (we just got done looking at it online) and she is so excited. Below are her words describing her artwork (taken from her deviantArt post). The winning artwork is in the comments.
"This is my design for the yearbook this year! Don't know if I'll win, but I do quite enjoy this piece. It means a lot to me, since this is kind of like what I saw during my last few days in California this summer, when I was in Yosemite. It was the most gorgeous sunset I've ever seen, and I'll never forget it. It was truly 'wonderful' in the true meaning of the word." (Wonderful is the theme for the Yearbook).
*She did win the contest!
*Quote from Bill Keane and used by Master Oogway (the wise tortoise), in Kung Fu Panda
The quote will be used in the yearbook. Such wonderful words of wisdom!
Sorry for the Photo of the Day interruption. So tired of flowers (already); and needed to mix it up! I now return you to the regularly scheduled program (probably more flowers)! :D
Wake up early. Drink coffee. Work hard. Be ambitious. Keep your priorities straight, your mind right and your head up. Do well, live well and dress really well. Do what you love, love what you do. ❤️
When I look at this image, I think of my sister Christine. She was only 38 when she was taken from us. Her story is a sad one. She was a very troubled young woman and didn't cope well with life's issues. She was reported missing in September of 2003 and found in April of 2004. The crime was never solved and never will be. Cases like hers fall through the cracks.
Sometimes I see Christine in my daughter Rachel. A certain smile, a tilt of the head. The recent portrait I posted of Rachel is one such moment. Sometimes, I have called Rachel by my sister's name.
Today (January 4th), Christine would be 46. She is my little sister and I miss her very much. ♥
01.12.11
Thanks so very much to everyone for your wonderful comments. This image means a lot to me. I hope everyone sees inspiration in this image ... like I do!
I haven't had a chance to get out and shoot much since I've been in San Diego. I can't believe I forgot how time consuming babies are!!
But the one thing I have shot ... is this extremely photogenic fishing pier ... and that is because it is right across the street!! So odd that I lived in San Diego for five years and never heard of this pier.
At the moment, the waves are cranking {there is a high surf advisory in effect this weekend} due to a large west-northwest swell. I went out for my morning coffee yesterday morning and watched the surfers {and a harbor seal} battling the waves. The waves had thrown up heaps of broken shells & sea glass on the sand ... this occupied my attention for several minutes {ok ... maybe an hour}. I came home with a sandy jacket, soggy & laden with treasures. "Mom! It sure took you a long time to get coffee!" LOLS!! It was a great morning!
This shot was taken earlier this month. It was the evening after a winter storm had blown through. We had torrential, flooding rain & cold temps for the entire weekend, but when the storm passed, these amazing clouds were stacked & billowing on the horizon. Who can resist that? And for once, I was able to get out there in advance of the setting sun.
Happy Sliders Sunday!!
“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn.
Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore