E all'improvviso il cielo prese fuoco, dilaniato da lingue di sole e nuvole...

« Camminavo lungo la strada con due amici quando il sole tramontò, il cielo si tinse all’improvviso di rosso sangue.

Mi fermai, mi appoggiai stanco morto ad una palizzata. Sul fiordo nero-azzurro e sulla città c’erano sangue e lingue di fuoco.

I miei amici continuavano a camminare e io tremavo ancora di paura… e sentivo che un grande urlo infinito pervadeva la natura. »

Edvard Munch (L’urlo)

And suddenly the sky caught fire, torn by tongues of sun and clouds ...

«I was walking along the road with two friends when the sun went down, the sky turned suddenly blood red.

I stopped, leaned dead tired on a fence. On the black-blue fjord and on the city there was blood and tongues of fire.

My friends kept walking and I was still trembling with fear ... and I felt that a great infinite scream pervaded nature. »

Edvard Munch (The Scream)

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A little appreciation can go a long way. Thank you BBC ❣

www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-59930891

“,,,To hear never-heard sounds,

To see never-seen colors and shapes,

To try to understand the imperceptible

Power pervading the world;

To fly and find pure ethereal substances

That are not of matter

But of that invisible soul pervading reality.

To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;

To be a lantern in the darkness

Or an umbrella in a stormy day;

To feel much more than know.

To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain;

To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon; ..." by ― Dejan Stojanovic

Luce... e poesia.

In ogni cosa il suono della vita... e un canto lieve che pervade il mondo.

L'anima delle cose.

(a mia madre...) (to my mother)

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vedile in nero / see in black

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VIDEO di presentazione mostra.

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“You need to spend time crawling alone through shadows to truly appreciate what it is to stand in the sun.” ― Shaun Hick

And if to-night my soul may find her peace

in sleep, and sink in good oblivion,

and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower

then I have been dipped again in God, and new created.

And if, as weeks go round, in the dark of the moon

my spirit darkens and goes out, and soft strange gloom

pervades my movements and my thoughts and words

then shall I know that I am walking still

with God, we are close together now the moon's in shadow.

And if, as autumn deepens and darkens

I feel the pain of falling leaves, and stems that break in storms

and trouble and dissolution and distress

and then the softness of deep shadows folding, folding

around my soul and spirit, around my lips

so sweet, like a swoon, or more like the drowse of a low, sad song

singing darker than the nightingale, on, on to the solstice

and the silence of short days, the silence of the year, the shadow,

then I shall know that my life is moving still

with the dark earth, and drenched

with the deep oblivion of earth's lapse and renewal.

And if, in the changing phases of man's life

I fall in sickness and in misery

my wrists seem broken and my heart seems dead

and strength is gone, and my life

is only the leavings of a life:

and still, among it all, snatches of lovely oblivion, and snatches of renewal

odd, wintry flowers upon the withered stem, yet new, strange flowers

such as my life has not brought forth before, new blossoms of me,

then I must know that still

I am in the hands of the unknown God,

he is breaking me down to his own oblivion

to send me forth on a new morning, a new man.

- D.H. Lawrence, Shadows (1930)

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“To hear never-heard sounds,

To see never-seen colors and shapes,

To try to understand the imperceptible

Power pervading the world;

To fly and find pure ethereal substances

That are not of matter

But of that invisible soul pervading reality.

To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;

To be a lantern in the darkness

Or an umbrella in a stormy day;

To feel much more than know.

To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain;

To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon;

To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;

To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets

Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching.

To be a smile on the face of a woman

And shine in her memory

As a moment saved without planning.”

― Dejan Stojanovic

As I'm not mobile till late in the day, my girls have taken this deteriorating lifestyle in their stride.

So patient and forgiving, they've really proven to be the most wonderful companion dogs to me.

With love and total acceptance as how things are, Miss Woolly and her lil' sis just wait for me till I'm up and about.

We do get out somewhere most days in the late afternoons to early evenings.

Then back at home, they wait faithfully, trusting they will eventually get their gourmet dinner, as by then I'm so exhausted from so little activity it takes such a long time to organise it.

They are my blessings and I am grateful for the Woolly Love that pervades my home...

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For this month's 12MonthsforDogs group project:

"Love is all around"…

I hope I can continue..

...the only waterfall where I felt uneasy vibes...like I didn't belong here...Beautiful waterfall, but a forlorn spirit pervaded this setting...

Fragile come i ricordi, e come i fili che ne formano la tela. Momenti... dove la luce pervade ogni stanza dell'anima.

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A very atmospheric sunset captured near the summit of Meal Fell in the northern Lake District, looking out towards the small lake of Over Water in the shadow of Binsey hill.

Meal Fell is quite a secretive summit as it is tucked closely within many taller hills - therefore it is not noticeably visible from many viewpoints except those within close proximity; and when viewed from a distance it blends into the higher contours encircling it. In his guidebooks for the Lake District, author Mark Richards describes Meal Fell as a 'hideaway height' and goes on to say: 'here you can imagine yourself far removed from life's turmoil - a timeless air pervades the setting, and only vapour trails in the sky give a clue to a global world of travel and travail'.

Even though the view inland is limited by the surrounding uplands, the summit itself is a rather exhilarating place to stand. The prospect north and west from the top is truly breathtaking with far-reaching views out towards the Solway Firth and distant Scotland; certainly making up for the limited views in other directions. There is also a substantial shelter on the summit which provides respite from the prevailing westerly winds which often preside here.

The wind was certainly strong on this occasion, but it was definitely worth braving for this sublime sunset light. The hill of Binsey, which is the northernmost of the Wainwright summits within the National Park, can be seen silhouetted above the small lake of Over Water. The large rocks provided some perfect foreground interest on an otherwise featureless slope descending steeply from the summit down to the source of the River Ellen.

I felt a cold touch on my hand as I cried out desperately in the swamp of lost souls. It was cold, a very cold, lifeless and numb touch. As the veil of mist began to part, you stood before me like a flower blooming in a fire. A frenzied silence pervaded the atmosphere. I was staring into your eyes, out of breath. It could be a dream, you could disappear when I breathe, I wanted to hold my breath and make this moment eternal.

You were smiling, that magical smile that carries the traces of the best memories of the past. Your smile, which I have turned into a philosophy of life after you. Your smile is the most immortal of the moments that I look for everywhere and everyone and feel free and happy. Your smile.

After you left, I never stopped looking for you. I knew you were watching me and waiting for me. I came smashing the forbidden paths of darkness. Now the bards can play our song for the last time. You will find peace while the music of your lost soul is ringing in our ears.

Don't worry my love, when the end time comes, I will find you in the holy land...

Atakurt's Lost Book

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Before dawn,

While the sea is still snow-white, you will set sail;

The grip of the oars in your palms,

And in your heart the joy of toil and vigor,

You will go.

In the roll and sway of the nets, you will go.

For welcome, fish will appear on your course

Delighting you.

As you shake the nets,

Scale by scale, the sea will journey into your hands.

When silence pervades the souls of seagulls

In the cemetery of the rocks,

All of a sudden,

All hell will break loose on the horizon:

Mermaids will scuttle and birds scurry...

Saturnalia and festivals, orgies and carnivals,

Bridal processions, masquerades, revelries, carausals...

Heeeyy!

Whaddya waiting for, man, jump in the sea!

Forget who's waitying for you back there.

Don't you see: Freedom is all around you.

Be the sail, the oar, the rudder, the fish, the water,

And go, go whereever you can !

Orhan Veli Kanık

Thanks to Janette : www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpoADw5bHzA

“. . . with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit . . . I reflected [at] the precipitous brink of a black and lurid tarn . . . and gazed down – but with a shudder even more thrilling than before – upon the . . . inverted images of gray sedge, and the ghastly tree-stems, and the vacant and eye-like windows.”

The Fall of the House of Usher by Edgar Allan Poe

Created for: Surrealart challenge " Edgar Allan Poe " .

All photographs and textures are my own.

“Beautify your inner dialogue. Beautify your inner world with love light and compassion. Life will be beautiful.”

― Amit Ray, Nonviolence: The Transforming Power

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmLNs6zQIHo

PLEASE HELP THE PEOPLE - BIRDY

Dust to dusk

immortal light

darkness pervades

an endless night

dawn to me

is beautiful

a new day begins

for me, you and all

delicate dewdrops

fragile as glass

tread carefully

as I move through the grass

fragmented mist

parts like the Red sea

so I can walk through

find tranquility

I open my mind

to encompass it all

the knowledge I have

like a clear crystal ball

we have all the answers

but still close our minds

close our eyes and our ears

shut off from mankind

lonely or alone

are two different things

in the stillness we think clearly

see the joy that love brings

spend just a moment

in enlightenment; space

that expands as it broadens

the smile on our faces

hands clasped together

or held in another

collectively pray

feel the hug of each other

it is better to be free

with our thoughts and our ways

closing ourselves off

brings darkness to days

still we need time

just a little for ourselves

so we can recharge

and return to the world

in each of us a light

shines bright in the dark

set your sights; never fight

bring your light to the world.

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Universal Mind -"...there is one all uniting, universal Mind, one all-pervading Intelligence...these are no totally separate minds...waves in an ocean - a wave cannot separate itself...bucket of water poured into a pool - affects every other particle of water within the pool, whether it knows it or not.

Jampolsky, Gerold G. M.D. (1983) Teach Only Love

Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! ❤️❤️❤️

The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express.

But of that invisible soul pervading reality, or an umbrella in a stormy day;

to feel much ...

I just stood there, unwilling to move, part of an undefinable moment as the last ebbing light of day lingered on for just a few minutes more, and I felt pervaded by an unbearable yearning, a bittersweet melancholy and yet a mysterious sense of peace, my being carried far away towards distant horizons on the dark wings of migrating birds...

“,,,To hear never-heard sounds,

To see never-seen colors and shapes,

To try to understand the imperceptible

Power pervading the world;

To fly and find pure ethereal substances

That are not of matter

But of that invisible soul pervading reality.

To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;

To be a lantern in the darkness

Or an umbrella in a stormy day;

To feel much more than know.

To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain;

To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon; ..." by ― Dejan Stojanovic

Deep in the cosmos, there is a planet unlike any other. Its name is Luminescia, and it is a place of incredible beauty and wonder. Luminescia is a world filled with warm light, where the sun never sets. One of the most breathtaking places on Luminescia is known as Cascadia. Cascadia is a place of cascading waterfalls that fall from great heights, creating rainbows that dance in the mist. Green forests cling to the sloping rocks, and strange curvy rocky formations rise up from the ground. The architecture is a combination of ancient and futuristic, with palaces that seem to glow in the warm light. But there is something else about Cascadia that makes it truly special. There is a feeling of magic and mystery that pervades the air, as though the very fabric of the universe is thinner in this place. Some say that there are portals to other worlds hidden within the rocky formations, and that beings from other dimensions visit Cascadia from time to time.

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Common names: wild garlic, ramson, buckram, broad-leaved garlic, wood garlic, bear leek, bear’s garlic

Scientific name: Allium ursinum

Family: Liliaceae

Origin: native

Flowering season: April to June

Habitat: woodland, hedgerows

What does wild garlic look like?

Wild garlic is a medium-sized bulbous perennial with a distinctive and pungent garlicky smell that pervades woodland in spring.

Leaves: long, pointed and oval in shape with untoothed edges. They grow from the plant base and the bulb and have a strong garlic scent.

Flowers: small, white, with six petals on a thin stalk. Around 25 flowers form each rounded flower cluster which is held high on a single, leafless stalk.

Fruit/seeds: wild garlic reproduces through bulbs, bulbils and very occasionally seeds. The seeds are 2–3mm long, flattish on one side and black and are dispersed when the parts of the plant above ground die down.

Not to be confused with: lily-of-the-valley when not in flower, though the leaves of wild garlic grow from the plant base whereas lily-of-the-valley has two or three leaves on its stem. When in flower, lily-of-the-valley is easily distinguishable from wild garlic as it has bell-shaped, white flowers. Lily-of-the-valley is poisonous so be sure to fully identify wild garlic before foraging.

Did you know?

The second half of the Latin name, ursinum, refers to the fact that brown bears loved to eat the bulb. This also gave rise to two of its common names – bear’s leek and bear garlic.

Experiencia mística bajo las aguas del Waká Vená que juegan con las últimas luces del ocaso. Ofrenda a los espíritus que allí habitan mientras un halo de intemporalidad impregna el lugar...F.O.G.

Mystical experience under the waters of the Waká Vená that play with the last lights of the sunset. Offering to the spirits that live there while a halo of timelessness pervades the place...F.O.G.

In Britain there's something called the 'June Gap'. The term pertains to the period between Spring and Summer when there are fewer wildflowers due to the encroaching new grasses and such. I don't know whether this hold for Europe as well, but wouldn't be surprised if it did. During this time insects such as Bees and Bumblebees congregate on the flowers of trees like this Ptelea trifoliata, Common Hop Tree.

Our Tree hails from North America and was introduced to England at the very end of the seventeenth century. Soon it was found in Europe as well. And its delicious aroma pervades the Hortus now.

Our Bee is a Garden Bumblebee, Bombus hortorum, probing deeply along the flower's pistil for Sweetness.

If you're interested in the historical taxonomy of Pteleas do go to a marvellous article by Virginia Long Bailey, 'Revision of the Genus Ptelea' (1962).

It was like a dream. We had been watching about a hundred elephants (Loxodonta africana) head down to the bank of the Chobe River to drink. They came in family groups of 4-8 animals. Then as the sun set, they all departed as a group to roll in the dust and mud, right in front of our boat and with the sinking sun behind them. It was surreal. The dust pervaded the atmosphere and the sounds were incredible. All we could make out of the elephants were silhouetted shapes. But that was fine since they are unmistakable.

for yesterday's evening meal

there are 2 bottles of wine (4 if you count the shadows!) only because they are left-overs from Mother's Day

and because a friend also came to roast Sunday dinner on that day

you have to believe me....

the scent of the narcissi pervades the room this morning

posting in Donnerstagsmonochrom/Thursday monochrome

As the daylight fades, a calm pervades the evening air. I’ve always loved winter best because of the quiet hush it ushers in!

"Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned--in search of what? It is the same with books. What do we seek through millions of pages?" - Virginia Woolf

The Killers - Dustland ft Bruce Springsteen

youtu.be/Jl_TLrYYWsE

"To hear never-heard sounds,

To see never-seen colors and shapes,

To try to understand the imperceptible

Power pervading the world;

To fly and find pure ethereal substances

That are not of matter

But of that invisible soul pervading reality.

To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;

To be a lantern in the darkness

Or an umbrella in a stormy day;

To feel much more than know.

To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain;

To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon;

To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;

To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets

Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching.

To be a smile on the face of a woman

And shine in her memory

As a moment saved without planning."

- Dejan Stojanovic

youtu.be/GysapftKS_M

The Way You Say Goodbye - Jack Savoretti

Just thought I would upload the odd photo that was sitting in the "should I or shouldn't I" upload to Flickr file

Will be viewing most if not all my contacts photos and commenting as much as I can

Thanks!!

Have a great week!

:~)

I tried to capture 'The Visionary Flowers' by Yayoi Kusama all individually, but the garden is rather small and the flowers are standing close to each other, like in a real garden ;-))

So only a closer view and a look inside.

""The first known photograph of Yayoi Kusama as a small child is an arresting image: her beautiful face with its grave expression appears above a cluster of gigantic dahlias, each bloom larger than her small head.

In a watercolor of 1950 entitled Self Portrait, the sunflower is an anthropomorphic stand-in for the artist herself.

Flowers have continued to populate Kusama's imaginary since the beginning of her career, and it is evident that the gay yet monstrous flower sculptures of today have their origins in the surrealistic specimens that pervade the landscapes of her early paintings.""

info -internet

The official website of Yayoi Kusama is yayoi-kusama.jp , where you can see all her artworks.

"The Visionary Flowers" (2002) is displayed at the entrance of the Matsumoto City Museum of Art (松本市美術館), Matsumoto City, Nagano, Japan.

"The Visionary Flowers" is an open air sculpture, painted fiberglass-reinforced concrete; 720-1/2 x 639-3/4 x 416-1/8 inches (1830 x 1625 x 1057 cm).

“To hear never-heard sounds,

To see never-seen colors and shapes,

To try to understand the imperceptible

Power pervading the world;

To fly and find pure ethereal substances

That are not of matter

But of that invisible soul pervading reality.

To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;

To be a lantern in the darkness

Or an umbrella in a stormy day;

To feel much more than know.

To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain;

To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon;

To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;

To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets

Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching.

To be a smile on the face of a woman

And shine in her memory

As a moment saved without planning.”

- Dejan Stojanovic -

Feat.

* {anc} Hatsu yume / wind parasols @ The Arcade

* {anc} Hatsu yume / flower branchs @ The Arcade

* 22769 ~ [bauwerk] Remnants of the Elven

Location L'Arc en Ciel

Your shadow alongside the beautiful landscape. I give you my life time love from cradle to grave ..... Feelings flies to you in a hidden letter.

Black wing roar in the wildness. Coldness numbs the senses of heart. Thousands of clouds attempts to own this heart.

Rain drifting from yesterday. Without you skyline is just common hills.

Darkness falls in my mind. Pain pervade in my flesh and bone, cold congeal blood. You and me … two opposite side of the wall. Emptiness overcast the soul and returns late ......

Spring seems such a while ago, especially with the furnace-like temperatures we're experiencing in the south of France and the parched, brown grass and general sluggishness which is all pervading. The expression 'dog-days of Summer' has passed (traditionally from 3 July to 11 August) but you could say that summer is making its final stand before September arrives and hints of Autumn will be in the air - hurrah to that as I absolutely love Autumn. Tomorrow is forecast to be the last day of this heat and on Sunday and Monday we're promised rain and storms and lots of it. Hurrah to that too! :-)

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When even the graffiti rots from the walls, you know this place in trouble. For those who don't know I am a spiritualist and I eon occasion express this through my photography. In Berlin at the moment there is such a blanketing negative energy that is beginning to pervade everything. So many run down and underfunded areas in the city and it shows. So this goes into the Dark City Deutschland collection!

However, turning it around it creates a dark and atmospheric spectacle for imagery, albeit I had to jump over a security fence, to get into this abandoned car park to take the shot. It wouldn't have been the first time I was caught by a security guard, although on this occasion I think I got away with it.

So how is everyone? I hope all of you are doing well this week and so as always, thank you! :)

Another shot of the abandoned house in better lighting conditions.

I know not how it was - but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. E.A.P. The fall of the house of Usher

Lies waiting a spark, to invigorate a flame

A spark pervasive, in darkness always

Every atom advancing, perpetual in ethereal waves

Every Sun an atom and every atom a sun

Though candles are different, with same fire they burn

Like atoms of life of vain personalities

Every living being, deriving motivating force

From the living ocean of power, the unlimited source

All bodies are mine, one and same consciousness pervading

'Beyond' is just what the senses can't perceive

- Anuj Nair

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Pervading reality

City practitioner

Pedestrian memory

(Ojibwe proverb)

Traditionally, Tibetian prayer flags are used to promote peace, compassion, strength, and wisdom. The Tibetans believe the prayers and mantras on the prayer flags will be blown by the wind to spread the good will and compassion into all pervading space and bring benefit to all touched by the wind ... en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prayer_flag

... this flag is (hopefully still) located in the center of my hometown, blowing in the wind ... (haven't been there for ages; taken in March 2020)

Love & Peace !

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I won't have much time for Flickr in the coming days (probably at least for two weeks); so I might be off and on for some time.

Take care, dear Flickr friends !

Sweet Box, also known as Christmas Box or Sarcococca.

The heavenly scent that pervades all around this shrub to some distance in the garden belies the tiny size of these flowers.

Through winding trails and mossy glades...In this paradise where serenity pervade...

Location: Valley of Flowers, India

Sunbeams pervading the fog.

The hooded merganser is the smallest of the three merganser species occurring in North America. Male hooded mergansers have a large white crest surrounded by black. The top of the head, neck and back are all black, and the chest, breast and belly are white. Wavy black lines can be seen on the tawny sides and flanks. The hindback, rump and tail are dark brown. The long, narrow, serrated bill is black. The iris is bright yellow and the legs and feet are dull yellow. Female hooded mergansers have a gray-brown head and neck with a reddish-brown crest. Gray pervades their neck, chest, sides and flanks, and brownish-black dominates their back, rump and tail. The upper bill is black-edged with orange and the lower bill is yellow. The legs and feet are greenish in color and the iris is brown.

The hooded merganser (Lophodytes cucullatus) is a species of merganser. It is the only extant species in the genus Lophodytes. The genus name derives from the Greek language: lophos meaning 'crest', and dutes meaning 'diver."

**Wikipedia**

Have a beautiful Sunday!!💝

Thank you for your visits, kind comments, awards and faves. Always greatly appreciated.

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All pervading peace in Suru valley near Sankoo in Ladakh Himalayas, India

The Basilica, as it is today, is in Romanesque-Gothic style. The inside is majestic and solemn and pervades us with a deep spirituality, which has grown along with the centuries. The entire floor is a wonderful coloured mosaic of the 4th century, brought to light in the years 1909-1912. The elegant hull-shaped timber roof dates back to the 15th century. This means that between floor and ceiling there are more than one thousand years of historical and artistic development. With its 760 square metres the floor is the largest Paleo-Christian mosaic of the western world. It alone could be enough to satisfy the traveller coming here to visit the Ecclesia Mater, which has become part of the world heritage. The mosaic was partly damaged due to the construction of the columns flanking the right side at the end of the 4th century according to some scholars and after the middle of the 5th century according to others. It is also possible to see the foundations of the columns because at the beginning of the 20th century the medieval white and red tiled floor made under Patriarch Poppo (1031) was removed in order to uncover the precious Paleo-Christian mosaic. The glass platforms are situated at the level of the medieval floor.

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much better larger and on black - molto meglio in grande e su sfondo nero

View On Black

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in questa attesa

E la luce ci pervade

e ci inebria

e ci confonde

con colori e movimenti

inaspettati

improvvisi

e ci scopriamo a pensare

l’eterno

e quanto poco

siamo

in questa attesa.

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in this waiting

(my translation is only a faint attempt to render in English an Italian born text)

in this waiting.

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Guido Ranieri Da Re

ottobre 2008

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Fascinating sunset view of Mount Pandim and Narsing peak while clouds pervading and darkness descending...taken in Darjeeling Himalayas, India

“To hear never-heard sounds,

To see never-seen colors and shapes,

To try to understand the imperceptible

Power pervading the world;

To fly and find pure ethereal substances

That are not of matter

But of that invisible soul pervading reality.

To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;

To be a lantern in the darkness

Or an umbrella in a stormy day;

To feel much more than know.

To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain;

To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon;

To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;

To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets

Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching.

To be a smile on the face of a woman

And shine in her memory

As a moment saved without planning.”

― Dejan Stojanovic

The two small palaces with the two semi-circular staircases on the side facing the New Palace (built between 1766 and 1769) are not actually palaces. They are the "Communs" with a mock palace façade. It had to represent everything!

Baroque on the outside, inside it housed the kitchen and "chambers for the servants", at best rooms for royal cavaliers.

The spirit of times gone by also pervades the northern of the two Communs buildings (right in the picture): It was originally a guest house for visitors to the king, albeit a spartan one:

- two iron bedsteads,

- two ordinary mattresses,

- a bedside chair,

- two stools!

That was all there was for the king's guests around 1799.

Today, the buildings belong to the University of Potsdam.

Die Communs - Nebenbauten des Neuen Palais in Potsdam

Die beiden Schlösschen mit den zwei halbrunden Treppen auf der zum Neuen Palais gewandte Seite (1766–1769 erbaut) sind eigentlich keine Schlösser. Es sind die "Communs" mit einer Scheinschlossfassade. Es musste ja alles repräsentieren!

Also außen Barock, innen beherbergte es die Küche und „Kammern für die Dienerschaft“, bestenfalls Räume für königliche Kavaliere.

Das namensgebende "commun" steht also für „gemein".

Der Geist vergangener Zeiten durchweht auch das nördliche der beiden Communs-Gebäude (rechts im Bild): Ursprünglich war es ein Gästehaus für Besucher des Königs, wenn auch ein spartanisches:

- zwei eiserne Bettstellen,

- zwei ordinaire Matratzen,

- ein Nachtstuhl,

- zwei Schemel!

Mehr gab es nicht für des Königs Gäste um 1799.

Heute gehören die Gebäude zur Universität Potsdam.

When we arrived in Tofino, the weather was poor, the sky was cloudy and it was raining. If you're looking for a suntan, then you are out of luck. However, if you are a photographer, atmosphere pervades. I decided that my work here would be about the beach, and the focus of my attention would be with respect to shape, texture and form.

Prepared for the rain, it was necessary to continually clean my lens of raindrops. Even more challenging was the mist that permeated the air. Best of all, considering the fowl weather, there were few people. This in turn expanded the available opportunities on the landscape. (seascape)

There’s something very homely about arriving in Vík. Especially if you’ve come from the south eastern region, just as we had done now. All of those miles of bleakly beautiful scenery, driving over wide black lava fields swathed in green moss, crossing furious meltwater rivers on single lane bridges, the mountains on your right hand side and the endless line of electricity pylons to the left, with the sea somewhere beyond. It’s a journey never forgotten once taken, and although you might have briefly stopped at Kirkjubæjarklaustur to fill up on hot dogs and coffee, you will have noticed the absence of anything that looks remotely like a town. I can only imagine what it must be like to travel across that huge expanse of wilderness in the middle of winter. One day I might just find out, although I’m not sure whether I want to be the person behind the wheel when I do.

You know you’re getting close when you finally see the low flat, almost rectangular form of Hjörleifshöfði rising from the black sand on the left hand side of the road, a lone sentinel that guards the town on its eastern flank. When you pass that unmissable landmark you’re just a few miles away from Vík and its attendant delights, and when you’re hungry you know the Ice Cave Bistro is going to be on the agenda before bedtime. There’s no denying that the smell of rampant tourism pervades the air here, with horse riding on the beach, the huge Icewear duty free store and hotels and guesthouses everywhere, yet it still feels like a place in which to relax and enjoy the quiet streets. And Vík is barely more than a village really, a permanent population of three hundred people almost permanently multiplied several times over by us visitors. And with four nights ahead of us here, we were going to enjoy a bit of that tourism too. We might even blow the budget by walking down the street to the Smiðjan Brugghús and doing the unthinkable - ordering a pint of beer in Iceland and trying not to flinch when the bill arrived. Ahead of us lay four buffet breakfasts in what passes for a budget hotel around these parts. Little did I know how much pleasure I was going to have with that waffle maker each morning. Start your day with two of those coated in large dollops of skyr and honey, and your only regret is going to be that you haven’t left any space for the rest of the goodies on offer. Everyone needs a waffle iron in their life.

I felt it the last time we passed this way too. The pull of Vík’s welcoming streets made me feel as if I was somewhere I belonged. Despite having loved every moment of our four nights adventuring around Eystrahorn and Vestrahorn, it was good to be here again, walking towards the beach. In a sense, it did feel as if we’d come home again. And on this first evening there was a glow in the sky that was going to add to the mood. It’s quite a contrast from the rather more famous beach on the other side of that forbidding headland, where coach loads of tourists on day trips from Reykjavík spill across the black sands and dice with death among mischievous sucker waves. While those unseen masses throng Reynisfjara, here on the town’s beach it’s rather more sedate. There were just a couple of togs at the edge of the beach when Lee and I strolled across the dunes and set up our tripods in the inevitable direction of those unmistakable sea stacks, and a few people strolling from one side to the other, but apart from that we had the place entirely to ourselves. No doubt everyone else was in the Ice Cave, filling up on food and buying itchy knitwear for Great Auntie Nellie back home. I love almost everything about this country, but they can keep the sheep’s wool thank you.

It turned out to be the last time we’d catch a sunset on this, our second adventure in Iceland, and the remaining four days involved working in rather more challenging conditions. No more western glows to grin at contentedly in the evenings. But then again, there’s no such thing as the wrong conditions is there? And the more engrossed we became in those final days, the happier the results seemed to be.

Numbers are significant in the Buddhist tradition. These three little statues were found in a garden at Lindisfarne, Tasmania. In Mahayana Buddhist philosophy “a bodhisattva is an ordinary person who takes up a course in his or her life that moves in the direction of Buddha. You and I, actually, anyone who directs their attention, their life, to practicing the way of life of a Buddha is a bodhisattva.” tricycle.org/magazine/what-bodhisattva/

In Buddhist philosophy (remember I am not talking about religion here, so this applies equally as well to non-Buddhists) all of life is interconnected. There is a “Buddha nature” (Buddha Dhatu) that pervades all existence. The English Christian theologian and poet John Donne (1572-1631) understood this as well when he wrote that, “No man is an island”. The way of interdependence is the way of compassion, of feeling for the needs of others, the way a true adult will feel, regardless of religion. So in a sense the desire to be a Bodhisattva is a way of growing up.

As Kosho Uchiyama defines it, “The life that flows through each of us and through everything around us is actually all connected. To say that, of course, means that who I really am cannot be separated from all the things that surround me. Or, to put it another way, all sentient beings have their existence and live within my life. So needless to say, that includes even the fate of all mankind—that, too, lies within me. Therefore, just how mankind might truly live out its life becomes what I aim at as my direction. This aiming or living while moving in a certain direction is what is meant by vow."

"In other words, it is the motivation for living that is different for a bodhisattva. Ordinary people live thinking only about their own personal, narrow circumstances connected with their desires. In contrast to that, a bodhisattva, though undeniably still an ordinary human being like everyone else, lives by vow. Because of that, the significance of his or her life is not the same. For us as bodhisattvas, all aspects of life, including the fate of humanity itself, live within us. It is with this in mind that we work to discover and manifest the most vital and alive posture that we can take in living out our life.” tricycle.org/magazine/what-bodhisattva/

It’s a wonderful outlook on life.