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What does not matter ?

1.What to photograph - Camera.

2.Where to photograph - Place.

3.When to photograph -Time.

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What is important ?

1.Study and tune the camera.

2.Learn where you are going.

3.Study the lighting at different times.

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What's the secret?‍♀️

1.Feel the instrument, hear what it says.

2.Feel the atmosphere of the place, catch the wave.

3.Switch on .Catch the moment!⚡️

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Make a choice!

✨Finding the observer, comes awareness!✨

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Couldn't withstand to take some more shots of this mysterious plant!

From march 7 through march 10th all galleries in Königswinter opened their doors... this is my first time to do so here. The "official" inauguration of my exhibition will be in may though. It's an interesting experience to have your own photographs hanging all around ;-) Lizanne (lizannes_lightpaintings here on flickr) joined me with some of her works, too. flickr.com/photos/poetry-and-truth/2319536996

Werner (poetry & truth) came over visiting... here you will find some more photographs: flickr.com/photos/poetry-and-truth/2318567431/

Oh... by the way... this is also the reason for my being "almost absent" here on flickr, trading the "real" photoworld for the virtual one for a while...

Lights twinkle on the Grand Haven Pier. The Grand Haven Lighthouses glow with their lights as the sun begins to set over Grand Haven State Park and Lake Michigan

"The best and most beautiful things in life cannot be seen, not touched, but are felt in the heart." (Hellen Keller)

... This is the wonderful people behind all these great photographs here in flickr... expressing their inner with images & words & friendship.

1. Painted by light, 2. Soothing colour, 3. Bathing in colour, 4. Purple abstract

Created with fd's Flickr Toys.

Lamp of Love

Light, oh where is the light?

Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!

There is the lamp but never a flicker of a flame---is such thy fate, my heart?

Ah, death were better by far for thee!

Misery knocks at thy door,

and her message is that thy lord is wakeful,

and he calls thee to the love-tryst through the darkness of night.

The sky is overcast with clouds and the rain is ceaseless.

I know not what this is that stirs in me---I know not its meaning.

A moment's flash of lightning drags down a deeper gloom on my sight,

and my heart gropes for the path to where the music of the night calls me.

Light, oh where is the light!

Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!

It thunders and the wind rushes screaming through the void.

The night is black as a black stone.

Let not the hours pass by in the dark.

Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.

GITANJALI

Song offerings by

Rabindranath Tagore

Dedicata ai miei Amici vicini e lontani.

View On Black

Star Trek: The Inner Light

...let the light shine trough yourself!

I spend the past three days without being able to access the internet...

an unbelievable long time!

A wonderful and lightfilled weekend to you all!

I am organizing my archives........ here is a find I really like myself.

View my stream on black with darckr

I haven't done this for a while..taking photographs with intentional camera movement. I used to be addicted to this kind of photographic experiments... It is lots of fun and intruiging... you never know what will be the result. Just have to love soft curves..... and forget about sharp focus ;))

There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life.

There is a gem in the mountain of your body, seek that mine.

O traveler, if you are in search of that

Don't look outside, look inside yourself and seek that.

~ Rumi

You will find lots of this kind of

trees around here in the Siebengebirge...

* Ervin (penseroso) I took your comment as title... it really fits perfectly!!! Thank you for that!

Even in the midst of darkness, there is always light - we just have to find it. This could also be thought of, even in the midst of chaos we can always center - we just have to close our eyes and chose to do it. Whether it’s meditating, taking time for yourself, going to church, going to the gym, journaling, drawing, creating art, etc. Whatever your method - there is always light at the end of the tunnel and only you know best how to find it.

You have the power to find the light in the dark just like you have the power to let it take over you. What will you choose?

Blog: www.adbrucephotos.com/never-lose-your-inner-light/

Instagram: www.instagram.com/adbrucephotos

... but who wouldn't want to wait to grow up

surrounded by a cloud of colours and light ;)

But: does she know or even care what is

arround her and waiting for her? She just

seems to BE.

"SPEAK US OF BEAUTY"

Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her

unless she herself be your way and your guide?

And how shall you speak of her

except she be the weaver of your speech?...

Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,

And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.

It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,

But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.

It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,

But rather an image you see

though you close your eyes

and a song you hear though you shut your ears.

It is not the sap within the furrowed bark,

nor a wing attached to a claw,

But rather a garden forever in bloom

and a flock of angels for ever in flight.

...Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.

But you are life and you are the veil.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

Kahlil Gibran (The Prophet)

Guangzhou Yuexiu International Financial Centre

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LIGHT

"Light, my light, the world-filling light, the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light!

Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the centre of my life; the light strikes, my darling,

the chords of my love; the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.

The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light. Lilies and jasmines surge

up on the crest of the waves of light.

The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling, and it scatters gems

in profusion.

Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling, and gladness without measure.

The heaven's river has drowned its banks and the flood of joy is abroad."

GITANJALI

The offering songs

Rabindranath Tagore

... even in wintertime

It's never enough to capture the frozen lighthouses from shore, so I find it necessary to venture onto the frozen pier - carefully. I determined it was worth the attempt to head out around the outer light, to see how the ice looked from the end of the pier. It was well worth the walk, and not nearly as slippery as the other surfaces I've climbed in my day. Lots of people on the pier today - that's unusual from my experience over the past decade or so, but maybe I usually get there before everyone else is awake.

Notre Dame

suno.com/song/12b16d3e-6df3-431f-b64c-23a847e8c015

Somewhere under the silence

A little light was breathing

Somewhere under the ache

My heart was still here

I went quiet in my own skin

Faded out of view

Kept a smile in the morning

But the colors never bloomed

I kept moving, I kept breathing

Like a shadow in the air

Just a body full of echoes

Just a soul not fully there

Then a pulse beneath the quiet

Touched the hollow in my chest

Not a storm, not a siren

Just a heartbeat coming back

I came back to my own light

Little by little, I returned

Found my heart beneath the ashes

Felt the golden ember burn

I came back to my own light

From the silence, from the cold

I was lost inside my body

Now I’m coming home

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

To my own light

To my own light

There were rooms inside my spirit

I had not opened for years

Windows covered over

With the salt of hidden tears

I had left myself in fragments

In the corners of my mind

But the softer I listened

The more of me I’d find

Then the dark became a doorway

And my breath became a sign

Every scar became a lantern

Every step returned me to life

I came back to my own light

Little by little, I returned

Found my heart beneath the ashes

Felt the golden ember burn

I came back to my own light

From the silence, from the cold

I was lost inside my body

Now I’m coming home

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

To my own light

To my own light

My pulse returns

My soul remembers

My light returns

Soft as surrender

No more living like a shadow

No more hiding from my name

No more holding all the emptiness

Like it was mine to claim

I place my hands over my heartbeat

I let the old ache leave

I am not the hollow places

I am what still breathes

I gather every little fragment

Every dream I left behind

I call my spirit back together

I return to my own light

[Passionate emotional violin lead]

[Violin rises above the beat]

[Cinematic strings build]

I came back to my own light

I rose slowly, I rose true

There is warmth beneath my sorrow

There is gold in what I grew

I came back to my own light

With my heart inside my hands

I am softer, I am stronger

I am learning how to stand

I came back to my own light

Every breath became a sign

What was empty now is sacred

What was lost is finally mine

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

To my own light

To my own light

Somewhere under the silence

A little light was breathing

Now I hear my own heart

Now I feel my own meaning

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

To my own light

Another interesting one of the "soap bubbles" series...

It is really interesting how the refraction works!