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A water lily exudes a cheerful, inner light.
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a fairy tale light and sky happening on the other side of the mountain... home cinema live from our garden!
Lo, how a rose e'er blooming,
From tender stem hath sprung.
Of Jesse's lineage coming,
As men of old have sung;
It came, a flow'ret bright,
Amid the cold of winter,
When halfspent was the night.
Isaiah 'twas foretold it,
The Rose I have in mind,
With Mary we behold it,
The virgin mother kind;
To show God's love aright,
She bore to us a Savior,
When halfspent was the night
O Flower, whose fragrance tender
With sweetness fills the air,
Dispel with glorious splendour
The darkness everywhere;
True man, yet very God,
From Sin and death now save us,
And share our every load.*
*The translation of the german christmas carol
"Es ist ein Ros' entsprungen..."
On top of the vinyard the fog started to diminish,
revealing the trees and the path...
The woods around are full of strange grown trees
some say it is because in former days people
would cut the growing branches others say
it is because they are growing over old
volcanos... still full of energy which causes them
to look like they had cancer...
I am planning a photoseries about them...
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Last night we had lots of rain. This morning on my everyday walk into the vinyards
all the flowers and grasses were sparkling all over, it was fantastic. Though a little
difficult to photograph, just too much of light ;)) Only the photographs I took in the shade
of some other plants turned out ok.
Just a little note: I am so incredibly busy with the office and the family in these days...
so I won't be able to be visiting and commenting as I would like to. I will try to catch up
the next days or whenever I have some moments inbetween.
Out of the Rolling Ocean ...
Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me,
Whispering I love you, before long I die,
I have travel'd a long way merely to look on you to touch you,
For I could not die till I once look'd on you,
For I fear'd I might afterward lose you.
Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe,
Return in peace to the ocean my love,
I too am part of that ocean my love, we are not so much separated,
Behold the great rondure, the cohesion of all, how perfect!
But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate us,
As for an hour carrying us diverse, yet cannot carry us diverse forever;
Be not impatient--a little space--know you I salute the air, the
ocean and the land,
Every day at sundown for your dear sake my love.*
*Walt Whitman
'The light that fills the sky
seeks it's limit
in a dewdrop on the grass'*
*R. Tagore
(thank you Bettina for this wonderful quote... I love it!)
A gentle moment that makes the day feel warmer — the kind of quiet brightness we all need sometimes.
Dedicated to Lelya.
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Photograph mirrored and stiched together...
Here are some more of this series:
www.flickr.com/photos/lightspectrals/sets/72157594273143545/
Passing an open door in the old narrow lane I caught this very dark passage and the reflection of the light in the ceiling. The neighbourhood is full of life and colour with laundry on the dry, old ladies washing vegetables and chatting, small markets taking up more than half of the very narrow lane and the comings and goings of the day where people share their lives and there cannot be any secrets.
An old lady living here came through with a little white dog and wondered what I saw in this shabby place. I told her - life and beauty.
Since I can't go out to take photos for safety reasons, I took photos at home. He had not taken photos since October 6, the day before the brutal massacre in Israel by Hamas terrorists. This glass boot represents me. This is how i feel. Despite all the emotional darkness we are experiencing, I try to stay hopeful and whole.
... I downloaded this free texture a few days ago and forgot where I found it. If you recognize your texture... please tell me so I can give you the credits for it :-)
It was quite a job to get the focus on the right spot (not that easy with f/2.8 and
handheld). Fortunately snails are sooo slow it works to focus just on this tiny,
little eye!
I love Calendulas... they have such a wonderful glow... I love the scent of their leaves if you rub them... and I use their healing power for my childrens bruises...
London, one camera ago.
'Coffee shops' were unknown to London when this beautiful place was built (once a tea parlour, perhaps?)... They call it Globalisation.
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Can't get enough of my beloved Gingko biloba tree...
To honour the Ginkgo, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe wrote the following poem:
GINKGO BILOBA
The leaf of this Eastern tree
Which has been entrusted to my garden
Offers a feast of secret significance,
For the edification of the initiate.
Is it one living thing
That has become divided within itself?
Are these two who have chosen each other,
So that we know them as one?
I think I have found the right answer
To these questions;
Do my songs not make you feel
That I am both one and twain?
(J.W. v. Goethe)
Y en Espanol:
GINKGO BILOBA
Las hojas de este árbol, que del Oriente
a mi jardin venido, lo adorna ahora,
un arcano sentido tienen, que al sabio
de reflexión le brindan materia obvia.
¿ Será este árbol extraño algún ser vivo
que un dia en dos mitades se dividiera?
¿ O dos seres que tanto se comprendieron,
que fundirse en un solo ser decidieran?
La clave de este enigma tan inquietante
Yo dentro de mi mismo creo haberla hallado:
¿ no adivinas tú mismo, por mis canciones,
que soy sencillo y doble como este árbol?
The anemonas in my garden are in full bloom... I think over the last years I must have taken over 100 photographs of these beautiful garden dancers... still I couldn't withstand this morning... it was difficult to limit myself to upload only four of them ;)
Wishing all of you a wonderful start in the week! I still haven't caught up with all of you after returning from my vacations... there are over 160 flickrMails waiting to be answered oder looked up (those who marked me as a contact). I feel sooo sorry I am this behind. Hopefully when school starts in a week I will have some more time to be with you!
Brevity is the soul of wit!
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
La brièveté est l'âme de la sagesse!
La brevità è l'anima della saggezza!
La brevedad es el alma de la sabiduría!
Die Kürze ist die Seele der Weisheit!
краткость - душа остроумия
短暂是智慧的灵魂
A concisão é a alma da sabedoria!
Stručnost je duší důvtipu!
Korthed er åndfuldhedens sjæl!
Beknoptheid is de ziel van de wijsheid!
Tarkuse hingeks on lühidus!
Lyhyys on viisauden sielu!
η συντομία είναι η ψυχή του πνεύματος
A bölcsesség lelke a tömörség!
Korthet er viddets sjel!
Zwięzłość jest duszą mądrości!
A brevidade é a alma da sabedoria!
I begränsningen visar sig mästaren!
Kısalık esprinin özüdür!
стислість – серце мудрості
With My Beloved
With my Beloved I alone have been,
When secrets tender than evening airs
Passed, and the Vision blest
Was granted to my prayers,
That crowned me, else obscure, with endless fame;
The while amazed between
His Beauty and His Majesty
I stood in silent ecstasy
Revealing that which o'er my spirit went and came.
Lo, in His face commingled
Is every charm and grace;
The whole of Beauty singled
Into a perfect face
Beholding Him would cry,
'There is no God but He, and He is the most High. *
*Rābiʻa al-ʻAdawiyya al-Quaysiyya , Sufi saint and poet 717-801
For more information on her see: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rabia_Basri