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Gracefulness has been defined to be the outward expression of the inward harmony of the soul. ~ William Hazlitt
An Italian sunflower in full bloom...it rained earlier and of course, I was out with the camera like a shot..I liked the two inward facing petals
"The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance." - Aristotle
You'll never believe it, but my first response was an inward groan. Although I wasn't asleep yet, the descent into dreamland was most definitely in my immediate plans as I made one last languid scroll on the back of my camera through the evening's adventure at Eystrahorn, just a few miles along the road from our cottage. Jumping out of the warm cosy bed in which I was so snugly cocooned to rush from my generously heated bedroom outside and into the subarctic night was by no means on the agenda. Not one bit. Not even slightly. We'd had a long and successful day and now it was bedtime - 12:30am kind of bedtime at that too. But then again there had been that knock on my bedroom door, accompanied by an urgent and excited announcement from Lee. "It's started again," he sang through the door. Seconds later I heard the front door opening. He was already out there, disappearing into the night.
An hour earlier it had been my turn. Lee had already headed to bed, while Mr Night Owl here was finding sleep harder to come by and had resorted to uploading the day's images into the cloud to ensure that even if the plane went down and I had to involuntarily surrender my cameras to the icy Atlantic waters, at least I'd be able to work with their legacy on my return home. Once we'd been picked up by a lonely trawler with an extra large hold of course. As I made my final foray to the kitchen for a glass of water, I looked through the window into the inky black night. At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me as it took a few moments to realise that a patch of sky that was neither inky nor black might just be the icing on the day's already richly decorated cake. "Lee, wake up," I threw over my shoulder as I headed for the front door. "I think it's the Aurora."
And that's exactly what it was. Faint but distinctly green patterns covered a small area of the sky to the east and north, shifting in and out of the blackness. Never more than a small patch of the night was filled with green at any one time, but we knew this might be it as we raced out into the dark long grass in front of the cottage, hastily assembling cameras onto tripods and trying to remember the lessons we'd learned about night time photography in the long gone days of occasionally entertaining ourselves with star trails. "Aperture wide open, ISO high as you dare, and remember the five hundred rule so the stars don't blur." Fifteen minutes later we'd agreed that the show was over, and returned to our beds, content that for the first time ever, we'd witnessed the Northern Lights; that afterthought we'd written down on the Iceland trip masterplan along the lines of "Watch the app, and stay alert at night, just in case."
But this time it was Lee who'd stayed alert and peered through his window at the back of the cottage towards the north. This time I was the one who was dragged from his bed as a welter of belated enthusiasm overcame that initial refusal to budge from underneath a warm duvet. Throwing my coat over my pyjamas and pulling my boots onto bare feet, I followed him out into the night once more, where I was greeted by a sight that took stole my words and stopped me in my tracks. Where before there had been the odd green streak, there were now huge drifts, filling large areas of the sky with dancing and glowing magnificence. At least the camera settings were still in situ from an hour earlier, but where had the buttons on my head torch gone? Realising that in my haste I'd put it on upside down I tried to switch it on, selecting the right hand button to engage a pointless pair of red flashing lights instead of the solid white beam I needed to see the controls on my camera. As I moved over the unlit grass I almost tripped over my tripod, the legs of which had remained extended from episode one. Calm and controlled? I'll let you be the judge. Strangely, the one thing I can't remember was whether or not it was cold out there.
We needn't have panicked though. The night was on our side, giving us a display that lasted for more than half an hour, the sky becoming ever more filled with the mysterious green light, hanging in ethereal curtains over the mountains behind us like a gateway to another world, moving subtly from one part of the sky to next without us noticing. Fading almost to blackness and then rebuilding brightly, it seemed as if they were softly breathing as they gazed down at us like gods upon mortals in silent benevolence. What a surreal experience to stand beneath the stars, wearing your jimjams in a land whose story was built upon the sagas handed down over more than a thousand years, where your imagination can roam across those mountains into a universe that you thought only existed in the writings of Tolkien, CS Lewis and Philip Pullman. In a place like this, at a moment like this, the distance between fiction and reality can become blurred to the point that you no longer know which is which. Very much in the same way that you no longer know which button operates which light sequence on your head torch when you put it on in a terrible hurry.
Just after one o clock, exhilarated and beyond any hope of getting meaningful sleep, we took one final look at the sky, where the greens had receded once more and given way to the stars on the black and indigo canvas in front of us. We'd hadn't come to Iceland with any real hope of seeing the Aurora, but here in this remote farmstead, more than twenty miles from the nearest small town, we'd had our moment. Although the show was forecast to return more strongly the following night, we never saw it again. But it didn't matter. I'd taken photos in my jimjams and seen a night sky I'd remember forever. What more could we ask for on this fantastic adventure that seemed to get better and better with every passing day?
Sarina Gettys the firewood
deep purple eyes
harvesting the singer
shining lips
the sea at _
spinning
sweetly
turtling
inward
way
into
Created during a time of great personal pain, this image really hit home to me the healing qualities of art and how important it is to a thriving life. It is not our pain that defines us, but our reaction to it. If we can translate it into a beauty and offer it to the world, we can truly transcend it and hopefully elevate and heal others.
our world is complex (humans are complex!), yet kindness softens everything. kindness inward, kindness outward.
Acrylic on Canvas. 12x12". July 27, 2020.
A much more subdued and moody piece. Something more contemplative. It's a mood that I love to convey in paint.
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Aus der herbstlichen Ausstellung "Dahlienfeuer" im Britzer Garten hier eine Serie mit unterschiedlichen Formen der Dahlienblüte.
Stellardahlien sind Sorten mit schmalen, nach unten gebogenen, leicht nach innen gewölbten Blütenblättern. Die Blüten sind locker gefüllt und haben eine rundliche Form.
From the autumn exhibition "Dahlia Fire" in the Britzer Garden here is a series with different shapes of dahlia flowers.
Stellar dahlias are varieties with narrow, downward-curving, slightly inwardly curved petals. The flowers are loosely filled and have a rounded shape.
Rick Braun: Silk
He who turns inward with untroubled mind to search where the consciousness of "I" arises, realizes the Self, and rests in Thee, Oh Arunachala! like a river when it meets the ocean.
verse 3 of "Five Stanzas to Sri Arunachala" of Sri Ramana Maharshi.
'The Mother' (2021) by Mamma Andersson
(painting: oil and acrylic on canvas)
""""The figures emanate a hushed and frustrated longness: outwardly smiling, but inwardly isolated. Mamma Andersson depicts this duality powerfully using the motif of the mask, suggestive of the the masks that we sometimes have to don in order to get on with life.""""
Museum MORE, Gorssel, The Netherlands
EXPLORE # 273
He who has faith has... an inward reservoir of courage, hope, confidence, calmness, and assuring trust that all will come out well - even though to the world it may appear to come out most badly.
~B.C. Forbes
Osprey preparing for inward two-and-a-half with two twists in pike position; or maybe he just finished eating a Pike...
Happy New Year to all my dear friends and family, lots of love, Poppy xoxo
“Is the Mona Lisa an 'accurate' representation of the actual human model for the painting? Who knows? Who cares? It's a great piece of art. It moves us. It makes us wonder, makes us gape - finally makes us look inward at ourselves.”
- Tim O'Brien
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=cw9ugHENgVE
MONA LISA – NAT KING COLE
Beneath an enigmatic smile
the spirit lays so vibrantly
shining bright and lovingly
smile outwardly; smile inwardly
secrets stored to be revealed
delicious and delectable
yet innocence will still prevail
amid the sea of ecstasy
blue eyes cast down to hide the skies
the sun; the moon and all the stars
mirrors of immortal soul
distant depths that seem so far
often inpenetrable; aloof
sometimes but then again
to mete out little bits of truth
weaken the strain and spare the pain
ease the burden of the walk
the path so long; so arduous
a neverending quest for love
dismiss misunderstandings part us
there's more to me than meets the eye
a cliché that befits us all
so never judge the outward cover
for the book beneath is beautiful
love yourself and love each other
give special thanks for this New Year
remember those we left behind
in memories; in clouds of tears
begin again; soon Spring will come
and all things new will spring
that which is born from earth and dust
will rise again; will make hearts sing
there is much sadness in our world
much work still to be done
but be strong for those who are weak
bring hope to hearts; forgive the wrong
it does not matter who you are
we are the same beneath same skies
brothers; sisters; family
me and you; we and I
lay down your arms; lift up your hearts
hug your neighbour; hug your foes
love is born of understanding
free hearts from fear; stamp out all woes
we are strong; we stand together
how happy will this make our Earth
the answer's plain; the answer's simple
let the New Year mean rebirth
cast out the old ways closed in minds
free ourselves to let new in
new ways; new days; new understanding
Happy New Year; let peace begin.
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p.s. Seems I did such a good job that a few people think this is the actual Mona Lisa! This is me, my friends and I am immensely flattered. My enigmatic smile suddenly got very big!!!!! 😉
Temperatures were relatively cool just before sunset last week at Chicago's Millennium Park. But that didn't deter this little guy, who got himself thoroughly soaked while playing in a Crown Fountain water spout.
Designed by artist Jaume Plensa, the Crown Fountain consists of two 50-foot-tall glass brick towers, one of which is shown here, with a black granite reflecting pool in between. Light-emitting diodes on the inward side of the towers display videos of the faces of local residents. Water not only cascades down the sides of the towers, but also periodically appears to shoot out from the puckered lips of the video subjects.
HTT
inside the dim hush of the ferry, one figure drifts inward, lost in thought, while another leans into the haze of the city beyond. between them lies a frame of orange steel and quiet water, holding two lives in parallel pause.
the birth of a new person...
.. and the birthday of a special person, - happy b'day Tanja!
today I take on the name suggested by a revered teacher many years ago but you can call me by the old name too, no problem! :-)
a glass of wine -
Fellbacher Lämmler Spätburgunder Spätlese 1992
sooc
Grace has been defined as the outward expression of the inward harmony of the soul
[William Hazlitt]
What is beauty? Is it something that can be reflected inward, out? Or is it something that only the visage can show? I struggle daily to find both as I know most do. #selfesteem reflections.
Very similar species. The Queen is abundant in South Texas while Soldier is seen only occasionally. Queen has white dots extending inward and Soldier has darker topside veins and a distinct watermark on the underside (see below). Hidalgo County, TX.
You can see the similarities—the outward and the inward. This brutal thunderstorm so severe that left you parked along the road, questioning whether you would be able to continue traveling to your appointment where you receive the vital elements that provide support, healing and recovery. Bright bolts of lightning and roaring thunder that send startling vibrations throughout the car, thick, blasting, visually impairing sheets of rain sent sideways by the violent gusts of wind. These major, uncontrollable obstacles make what is necessary for growth, recovery, healing, repair and reworking seem to be impossible. The intense difficulties all seem to be symbolic of how hard you have to fight for your own life, growth, healing, recovery and to accept and receive help and support due to the effects of the brutal harm you’ve endured. It is amazing that as you experience many challenges that cause this healing journey to feel nearly impossible, you courageously work to keep fighting for life.
#NotetoSelf
[image created on 6-29-2023]
This Sparrowhawk landed in my garden and after crawling around the side of the house I managed to get a few clear shots of it before she flew off - after examining the ground I could see she had just eaten a blackbird and there were still a few feathers left in its talons and along the bird bath edge
He who turns inward with untroubled mind to search where the consciousness of "I" arises, realizes the Self, and rests in Thee, Oh Arunachala! like a river when it meets the ocean.
verse 3 of "Five Stanzas to Sri Arunachala" of Sri Ramana Maharshi.
Fourth of February 2012, around 6:30. As usual in the morning, Sri Arunachala wears a cloud cap which lasts up to the early afternoon on some days. The path is quiet, especially at this part of the road on the western side of the hill. Few vehicles pass by; always one finds some people doing girivalam (the ritual circuit of the holy hill in clockwise direction).
“The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in the abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.”
~ Kate Chopin, The Awakening
So this is how you swim inward. So this is how you flow outwards. So this is how you pray.
~ Mary Oliver
Model: Krystal Marston
p.s. My gallery contains images from some of my favorite photographers/artist. Please check out the photostreams of each of them to experience awe.
www.flickr.com/photos/coollessons2004/galleries/721577238...
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there
source...
inward...
and outward...
quietly,
flows...
a fountain...
spills...
love...
into...
time...
filling...
horizons...
with stars...
beating...
hearts...
with souls...
whenever...
one...
awakens...
liturgy...
becomes.
-rc
Every Winter, it seems, I end up gravitating toward abstraction. Perhaps the season drives the consciousness more inward with it's dreary dullness and 'deadness' of endless whites, browns, greys and blacks. Perhaps this inspires a less 'reality bound' imagining. The inner world comes alive with all the colour and life of Summer.
This image is made up of many, many layers of the same original photograph. This one image was treated in a number of ways and it's many variants were built up to achieve the final result.
This is another approach to my thinking that there are many, perhaps countless, ways to see the same thing. For as many ways as there are to see it there are just as many ways to interpret it. All are the same thing. It just depends on how you look at it. Reality, I suggest, is just this way. That doesn't mean that all is utter chaos, although that might be how it reads at first. It suggests that the more we "pan out" from the detail and get a overview of the interlocking of variations, the more we can see the patterns ( pattern ? ) of order.
The title is a play with words to come at the same idea verbally.
It is freeing to go abstract. That alone is all I need to run off into the unknown.
Created Jan 3. The first new image of 2019.
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Music Link: "Blue" - Far Caspian. At the suggestion of Paul B0udreau. A lovely, delicate balance.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ut32pLNe-lM
My own offering: "I Dormienti" ( The Sleepers ) - Brian Eno, from his Collection "Music for Installations". This was a piece commissioned for a Mimo Palladino installation of the same title done at London's Round House.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fD2IFSA7Koc
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© Richard S Warner ( Visionheart ) - 2019. All Rights Reserved. This image is not for use in any form without explicit, express, written permission.
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