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I Am Methuselah by Daniel Arrhakis (2016)
In the middle of the ancient druids Forest Of Athryon are the last old living trees, thousands of years of life and legends that can not be told by Humans or Ghorhyns as the ancient beings call them . The Old Methuselah is Ohr and is the memory of the times whom the ancient Druids called the Dryads Guardian.
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Bald kommt sie wieder, die Zeit der Nebel. Es ist immer wieder überraschend, was für Geheimnisse sich dahinter verbergen, wenn sich die Nebel auflösen.
Zeit für Meditation :-)
This is design from publishers.
Here is photograph "Mystic Trees"
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for the WENDELL BERRY" LEAVINGS " book cover.
Book published in November 2009
Wendell Berry, an essayist, novelist, and poet, has been honored with the T.S. Eliot Award, the Aitken Taylor Award for poetry, and the John Hay Award of the Orion Society.
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This is an old tree that i saw near the Kakkayam Dam reservoir - Kakkayam, Calicut
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Explore #453 On July 22, 2008
Mystic Trees. Nellie Vin© Photography
Limited Edition 100
This photograph will be on the cover for Wendell Berry poetry "LEAVINGS"
Book released in November, 2009
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The Elders of the Quiet Earth. Surrealism. Nellie Vin ©Photography
This work began with a feeling rather than an idea — the sense that the land remembers more than we do. When I walked through this forest, the light fell in long, deliberate rays, and for a moment it felt as if something ancient was standing just beyond the edge of sight. Not ghosts, not people, but presences shaped by time itself.
The figures you see are not meant to be literal. They are the echoes of all who have lived, loved, and vanished into the soil. They rise out of the mist the way memories rise in the mind: softly, without asking permission. I see them as elders — not wise in a human way, but patient, enduring, intertwined with the earth they’ve returned to.
The trees carry the scars of seasons. The ground carries the footsteps of countless lives. And the light, slipping through the branches, feels like a thin veil between what is and what was. In that suspended moment, these forms appeared to me as embodiments of continuity — the quiet lineage of the land.
This piece is my attempt to honor the unseen history beneath our feet. It speaks to belonging, to return, to the strange tenderness of being held by a place long after we are gone. It asks the viewer to slow down, to listen to the hush of the natural world, and to consider that every landscape carries its elders — not in flesh, but in memory, in light, in the stillness that lingers after the living are done with their stories.
Mystic looking Tree. Its roots are grown around a rock. It´s not an HDR Image!
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We are from Africa, Europe and, Asia, North and South America and Australia,
From all the Islands, from all the Seas,
the roots and branches of O1NE Tree,
The roots and branches of O1NE tree.
Yeah, We may have different colors of skin but theres O1NE blood flowing within, Mystic optimistic, we are ALL CHILDREN Mystic Optimistic, we are ALL CHILDREN.
We are from Africa, Europe and, Asia, North and South America and Australia,
From all the Islands, from all the Seas,
the roots and branches of O1NE Tree,
The roots and branches of O1NE tree.
Mistic tree - July 21, 2012: Bloom / 2012 Rose Festival / Dublin Viking Festival. St. Anne's Park, Dublin, Ireland. (c) 2012 - photography by Leaf McGowan, technogypsie.com. (More information about St. Anne Park (expected publication August 2012) www.technogypsie.com/reviews/?p=3730) St. Anne Park: Originally the Viking battlegrounds, St. Anne's Park is the 2nd largest park in Dublin, part of a former 500 acre estate assembled by the Guinness family in 1835 featuring an artificial pond and a number of follies. They built a large Italianate-style mansion house which burnt down in 1943. The lands were sold off to the Dublin Corporation in 1939. This was developed into a park and It was named after holy well that is on the lands for public use. Has a duck pond, follies, walled garden, grand avenue, a rockery, Dublin's city arboretum, a Herculanean temple, three fortifications, ornamental bridge, once a druidic circle of Giant's causeway basalt, red brick Ardilaun stables, art centre, and playing fields (golf course, tennis courts, playing pitches, and pathways for walkers/joggers).
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Alone with yourself
The trees bend
to carress you
The shade hugs
your heart.
--adaptation of a poem of Candy Polgar (source page "the spirit of the trees")
Was verbirgt sich wohl dahinter?
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Taken in my backyard, with my new tripod (great find at a garage sale)...in the rain. I was so excited about using it!!! This is beyond the stone wall.
Look for the Stag and the Fairy hiding in the central tree. Taken in Cow Wood (nymans woods), Handcross, 2006
Beneath the veiled sky, where whispers of the past weave through the air like a sacred melody, stands the Sentinel of Time. Its roots, gnarled with wisdom, burrow deep into the earth's secrets, holding tales as old as the hills that rise and fall in the hazy distance. This tree, a mighty fortress of nature, has withstood the eons; its bark is etched with the script of ages, a testament to the resilience and whispers of life that have danced around its presence.
A lone hawk circles above, a silent witness to the tree's majesty, its cry a piercing ode to the wild. The hawk knows the stories hidden in the twisted limbs, the laughter and tears of the sky that the tree has absorbed into its soul. It is here, at the crossroads of reality and myth, where the spirit of the land breathes through the gnarled branches, crafting a tableau of otherworldly beauty.
The river nearby, a serpentine mirror, reflects the solemnity of the ancient guardian, its waters carrying the sighs of the earth through the quiet landscape. In the distance, remnants of a bygone era stand watch, their purpose lost to time, yet their form a silent accolade to the tree's enduring vigil.
In this realm, where time flows differently and the air is thick with enchantment, the Sentinel of Time invites the soul to pause, to reflect, to feel the pulse of the eternal heartbeat. It is more than a tree—it is a storyteller, a keeper of secrets, a bridge to the whispers of the ancients. Its roots, like pathways to the heart of the world, invite the wanderer to journey within, to discover tales of yore, and to find solace in the embrace of the eternal earth.
Step into the vision, let your gaze linger, and may you hear the murmurs of the ages in the rustling leaves of the Sentinel of Time.
Hello friends Some months ago I featured this photo in a post on my blog called Salute to the Sun. Please feel free to vist that post and have a read!
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