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Corpo iluminado
De que túnel de que árvore
De que zero de remorso
De que rasura do vento
De que núpcias de mármore
De que fresta de que pórtico
Saíste neste momento
Para que praia que porto
Que fugitiva garupa
Que torre desconhecida
Que mãos que braços que rosto
Que tempestade difusa
Te encontras já de partida
Não és de nenhum sossego
Vives no gume do ser
Na fronteira do devir
E assim me tornas eu mesma
Entre nascer e morrer
Entre chegar e partir*
voice: Christina Branco
poem: David Mourão Ferreira
Enlightened Body
From what tunnel which tree
What zero of remorse
What whipping of the wind
What nuptials of marble
From what cleft which portico
Did you come out right now
To which beach which port
What fleeing rump
What unknown tower
Which hands which arms which face
To what formless storm
Are you now setting forth?
You belong to no serenity
You live on the cutting edge of being
On the border of what is to come
And thus you turn me into myself
Between being born and dying
Between arriving and departing
Listen to Cristina Branco & Conjunto Ibérico:
Català:
Hi ha instants en què el vidre no separa, sinó que uneix. La ciutat brilla fora, però és dins on la llum parla en veu baixa. Una dona llegeix, immersa en el seu món, mentre els reflexos barregen arbres, quadres i pensaments. Potser no mirem a través del vidre, sinó cap endins.
Castellano:
Hay momentos en los que el cristal no separa, sino que une. La ciudad resplandece fuera, pero es dentro donde la luz susurra. Una mujer lee, inmersa en su propio mundo, mientras los reflejos mezclan árboles, cuadros y pensamientos. Tal vez no miramos a través del vidrio, sino hacia dentro.
English:
There are moments when glass doesn’t divide — it connects. The city glows outside, but it’s inside where the light whispers. A woman reads, absorbed in her own world, while reflections blend trees, artwork, and thoughts. Perhaps we’re not looking through the window, but inward.
Originally I only wanted to take some portraits of the wonderful purple
wisteria flowers......when I discovered its leaves through my macrolens!
They are so soft 'n hairy! So I am using the flowers only as the backround
painting....or bokeh.
... for Hannah
On wednesday early evening a 14 year old girl - Hannah - of our very close neighbourhood disappeared.... on her way from the subway to her 400 meters close parents house. There was a huge Police search around... with no traces of her at all. We are all shocked about this happening. This is my sign of hope that she still is alive and will return to her family soon. Many of her schoolmates are helping with the search... koenigswinter.cjd.de/public/home/index.php
For the Textures Only Competition.
www.flickr.com/groups/textures_only/discuss/7215761397360...
Original image from Rene Ehrhardt.
www.flickr.com/photos/rene_ehrhardt/2390754091/
Model by Karl Eschenbach. Thank you!
www.flickr.com/photos/karl_eschenbach/3277162399/
Conch from Droid. www.flickr.com/photos/lecates/448714495/
Seagulls texture from Cliffordsax. Thank you!
www.flickr.com/photos/cliffordsax/2799257665/
Brushes from www.obsidiandawn.com
Needed to refresh my sight with some "cold" colors after all this red, orange, yellow, brown autmnal colors...
Handmade stock. Ok to use for your private artwork but not for commercial nor resale. Please do not use my stock to make other stock.
If used, please credit me with a link back to THIS page and a small sample of your work. Thanks!
*** I'd love it if you'd post your artwork to my group Temari's Galactic Studio. ***
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our Light, not our Darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you NOT to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightening about shrinking so that other people won't feel unsure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. As we let our own Light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
Marianne Williamson
Here again my Ginkgo 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)
Have you ever perceived the sweetest perfume of a rose
and wanted it to be transported by a photograph ?
This is my attempt...
This is in dedication to my wonderful friends here on flickr
Helmut Gondim and Lars Basinski (unison).
Just found out this is a special day for s0ulsurfing too...........
so I will include Jason in my dedication :))
the red cirkel in the left corner is a policeofficer directing traffic. check the out of focus officer walking through the top right...
all silhouettes?
💛✨ Waterfalls of Dreams I feel Blessed by the Journey ✨💛
Taxi: ✨🌌 Waterfalls of Dreams ~WoD~ 🌌 ✨
Before I share these new pages of my journey . . .
I would love to invite you into something very close to my heart . . .
Over the past months I created an album called
💛✨ Waterfalls of Dreams ✨💛
Album: ✨🌌 Waterfalls of Dreams . . . . 🌌 ✨
Song for this Pictur – Feeling the Glow . . . .
If you feel called to listen,
I hope you will find a little piece of yourself somewhere within it. ✨💛
Each song tells a different part of the journey.
Each melody carries a memory.
Each note became a piece of the story.
Sometimes life closes a chapter . . .
not to take something away . . .
but to make space for something new.
Looking back, I see so many moments,
so many lessons,
so many dreams that carried me further than I ever imagined.
And today . . .
my heart is simply filled with gratitude.
For every beginning.
For every ending.
For every person who became part of my story.
Waterfalls of Dreams exists again . . .
and somehow it feels like coming home.
A new book . . .
A new chapter . . .
A new beginning . . .
I feel blessed.
Blessed by the journey.
Blessed by the people I met along the way.
Blessed by the beauty I found even in difficult moments.
And most of all . . .
blessed to still be dreaming. ✨💛
Bevor ich euch diese neuen Seiten meiner Reise zeige . . .
möchte ich euch gerne an etwas teilhaben lassen, das mir sehr am Herzen liegt . . .
In den letzten Monaten hab ich ein Album erschaffen, es heisst
💛✨ Waterfalls of Dreams ✨💛
Wenn du das Gefühl hast, dass du hinein hören möchtest,
hoffe ich, dass du darin irgendwo ein kleines Stück von dir selbst findest. ✨💛
Jedes Lied erzählt einen anderen Abschnitt der Reise.
Jede Melodie trägt eine Erinnerung in sich.
Jede Note wurde zu einem Teil der Geschichte.
Manchmal schließt das Leben ein Kapitel . . .
nicht um etwas wegzunehmen . . .
sondern um Platz für etwas Neues zu schaffen.
Wenn ich zurückblicke, sehe ich so viele Momente,
so viele Lektionen,
so viele Träume, die mich weitergetragen haben, als ich es je für möglich gehalten hätte.
Und heute . . .
ist mein Herz einfach voller Dankbarkeit.
Für jeden Anfang.
Für jedes Ende.
Für jeden Menschen, der ein Teil meiner Geschichte geworden ist.
Waterfalls of Dreams existiert wieder . . .
und irgendwie fühlt es sich an wie Heimkommen.
Ein neues Buch . . .
Ein neues Kapitel . . .
Ein neuer Anfang . . .
Ich fühle mich gesegnet.
Gesegnet durch die Reise.
Gesegnet durch die Menschen, die mich begleitet haben.
Gesegnet durch die Schönheit, die selbst in schweren Momenten zu finden war.
Und vor allem . . .
gesegnet, noch immer träumen zu können. ✨💛
This is part I of my latest Helleborus Series
What Wikipedia sais about it:
The genus is native to much of Europe, from western Britain, Spain and Portugal, eastward across the Mediterranean region and central Europe into Romania and Ukraine, and along the north coast of Turkey into the Caucasus. The greatest concentration of species occurs in the Balkans. One atypical species (H. thibetanus) comes from western China; another atypical species (H. vesicarius) inhabits a small area on the border between Turkey and Syria.
The flowers have five "petals" (actually sepals or tepals) surrounding a ring of small, cup-like nectaries (petals modified to hold nectar). The sepals do not fall as petals would, but remain on the plant, sometimes for many months. Recent research in Spain suggests that the persistent calyx contributes to the development of the seeds (Herrera 2005).
Although the flowers of some species may resemble wild roses (and despite some of their common names, such as "Christmas rose" and "Lenten rose"), hellebores do not belong to the rose family (Rosaceae).
To be continued under No. 2 of this Series....
A young couple walks hand-in-hand, their motion blurred by the in-camera HDR capturing three frames.
May a good light shine on your week end
God Bless you
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Golden aspirations
shining
Lac du Poisson Blanc
Montebello
Quebec
The morning sun was so intensively bright,
shining through these delicate leaves...
letting them glow like bronze.
Living Smoke — A Visual Series
This series explores presence without form.
Figures that are not made of bodies, but of movement, density, and absence.
Nothing here is solid.
Nothing here is permanent.
What you see is not meant to be fully understood — only felt.
The images move through a complete emotional spectrum:
• Stillness
• Movement
• Closeness
• Almost-touch
• Contrast
• Fusion
• Dissolution
Each piece captures a moment where something exists briefly,
then fades back into smoke.
This is not a story with a beginning or an end —
but a sequence of encounters.
Seen without seeing.
Felt before it disappears.