A Dark Presence
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Werner Herzog, un grand cinéaste, a un jour déclaré que « l’univers était monstrueusement indifférent à la présence de l’homme »….S’il a raison, c’est de cette petite maison perdue sur les rivages des Îles de la Madeleine au Québec, que je voudrais voir l’univers se foutre de moi! (patrice)
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Werner Herzog, a great filmmaker, once said that "the universe is monstrously indifferent to the presence of man" ... .If he is right, it is from this small house lost on the shores of the Magdalen Island in Quebec, that I would like to see the universe not give a damn about me! (Patrice)
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ÊTRE PRÉSENT AU MONDE
J’ai fait le plein de naïveté,
Celle qui nous rapproche des évidences premières,
Les beautés naturelles.
Et je suis parti sur les sentiers des grandes prairies, sans projet précis.
Sauf celui d’assumer ma présence au monde.
Ici, le vent, libre de tout entrave,
Fait entendre un murmure fusionnel (le bruit blanc) qui nous aspire en lui.
La nuit venue, l’immensité inégalée du ciel étoilé, transporte l’observateur dans une autre dimension… inhumaine, insaisissable, merveilleuse, cosmique.
Confronté au non-humain, on se fait petit et interrogatif : « Et si nous étions seuls? Vu de là-bas, que sommes-nous? Y a t-il, en nous, une mémoire de nos origines?
J’aurais pu traverser les forêts anciennes, longer les rivages océaniques…
Partout les beautés naturelles engendrent une expérience physiologique et métaphysique qui pénètre la conscience, par tous les sens…
…La rendant plus « présente » au monde naturel, cette capacité atrophiée par l’univers artificiel que la modernité a érigé.
En soi, ces expériences ne changent rien à ce qui va mal sur cette planète.
Mais elles pourraient changer la façon avec laquelle chacun comprendra les enjeux et y répondra en toute conscience. *
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Patrice Photographiste, Chroniques du Monde de Poësia
Inspiré de : Heidi Barr, écrivaine américaine et de Alexandre Lacroix, philosophe, « Devant la beauté de la Nature »
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BE PRESENT TO THE WORLD
I filled up with naivety,
The one that brings us closer to the first evidences,
Natural beauties.
And I set off on the trails of the great prairies, without a specific project,
Except that of assuming my presence in the world.
Here, the wind, free from all hindrances
Makes hear a white noise that sucks us into it.
At nightfall, the unequaled immensity of the starry sky transports the observer to another dimension... inhuman, elusive, marvellous, and cosmic.
Confronted with the non-human, we become small and questioning: “And if we were alone? Seen from there, what are we? Is there, in us, a memory of our origins?
I could have crossed ancient forests, going along the ocean shores…
Everywhere, natural beauty generates a physiological and metaphysical experience that penetrates the consciousness, through all the senses...
…Making it more “present” to the natural world, this capacity atrophied by the artificial universe that modernity has erected.
By themselves, these experiences won’t change what’s wrong on this planet.
But they could change the way everyone understands the issues and responds to them in good conscience. *
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Patrice Photographiste, Chronicles of the Lands of Poësia
Inspired by: Heidi Barr, American writer and Alexandre Lacroix, philosopher, “Devant la beauté de la nature”
Isn't it just like Heaven
When You walk into the room
There's not a thing that's hidden
When every eye is on You
Can't get enough of Your presence
It's the perfect point of view
Isn't it just like, just like
Just like Heaven?
Hmm, come a little closer, stay a little longer
Hmm, I can't get enough of You
Hmm, come a little closer, stay a little longer
Hmm, I can't get enough of You
Doesn't it sound like Heaven
When You're singing over me
There's not a voice more constant
Your melodies, they never cease
Here I will stand in Your presence
In my true identity
Doesn't it sound like, yeah, it sounds like
Just like Heaven
recently, on a dewy morning, i walked through a field. at first, i didn't notice this web. i needed to pause and breathe. pause and see. a big part of photography is being present. i'm grateful for that gift.
A White Squirrel takes one last look at me ,before quickly climbing down the tree to flee my presence.
Exeter, Ontario
Canada
🎶 GAVIN LUKE - A PRESENCE FELT
“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Manon, Ballerina
A morning walk on Lake Ontario the fog rolls in quick processed with #snapseed #reflect #lenslight#vsco
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear
of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world,
and am free.-Wendell Berry
Your presence in my life brings happiness and warm embrace of your beauty making me smile throughout the days
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If I should stay, I would only be in your way
So I'll go, but I know
I'll think of you every step of the way
And I will always love you
I will always love you
You, my darling you, hm
I hope life treats you kind
And I hope you have all you've dreamed of
And I wish to you joy and happiness
But above all this, I wish you love
And I will always love you
I will always love you
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(Explored November 17, 2020)
Autumn at Bass River State Forest
Burlington and Ocean Counties, NJ, USA
DSC_1800 - LRC
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIdIqbv7SPo
This image was created by me from TESV and was edited in PhotoShop.
*A repost
Jerome Historic District ***
Yavapai County NRHP #6600019
The presence of silver and copper has been known in the area around what is now Jerome since theSpanish colonial era when Arizona was part of New Sp
A mining town named Jerome was established on the side of Cleopatra Hill in 1883. It was named for Eugene Murray Jerome, a New York investor who owned the mineral rights and financed mining there. Eugene Jerome never visited his namesake town. Jerome was incorporated as a town on 8 March 1889. Local merchant and rancher William Munds was the first mayor. The town housed the workers in the nearby United Verde Mine, which was to produce over 1 billion dollars in copper, gold and silver over the next 70 years.
Jerome became a notorious "wild west" town, a hotbed ofprostitution, gambling, and vice. On 5 February 1903, the New York Sun proclaimed Jerome to be "the wickedest town in the West".
In 1915 the population of Jerome was estimated at 2,500.
Tourist town ~ Attraction
According to a song from Whtiney Housten: "And in that moment of time I will feel, I will feel eternity". Now, here we have one short moment inside St. Peter's Basilica. It may be a photographic approach to bridge past and presence with the captue of movement, with the capture of one single moment in time.
.... said Linus when he woke up from a long and peaceful post breakfast nap. Everything seemed to be normal but as a cat you learn to trust your feelings and they said that something was definitely wrong. Linus was quite sure that the strange presence was behind him but what was it ? Did he really want to know ? And then he made the mistake to turn round and have a look ... (see photo in the first comment).
Although the birds have left, and the fish have sunk deep in the pond, I can't be fooled by this silence. Even if my eyes insist I'm alone -- I've got this feeling that someone else is here.
I thought I loved you but what I loved was how your presence made me feel. The moments when I felt worthless and yet you made me feel I was worth something. I enjoyed the attention, affection and loyalty. But most of all, I enjoyed that invisible control I realized I had over you. Maybe I did try to love you, but I just couldn't completely, there were shinier stars within my reach. The more flashy type that I preferred over you. Yet, I didn't want to let you go, I wanted to still keep you for myself but I also wanted to have the other.
Was I really so confused? Or perhaps just greedy? Of course not, I knew exactly what I wanted and I took it all...and I will still keep taking it because you allowed me to anyways.
You act like you are strong, you act like it doesn't bother you that I took in another star and still keep you close. How weird is that? But the longer I drag this little game stringing you with me through the sorrows and misery of my journey, the more I realized I am loosing that sweet control over you. Maybe I should have just chose you like I said I would always do...
It's too late now for that...
I watched you turned your head away from me, a small knowing smile forming on your lips as you told me sweetly that you knew all along about my faded lies...
P.S. Wanted to write something different for a change. Thought it would be cool to think from a different perspective...
The perspective of a narcissist. So, watch out!
The long chimney over there is called "Rasa chimney". This is from a former refinery. This can be seen from anywhere in Miyako city.
奥に見えるのはラサの煙突と呼ばれる、かつての精錬所の煙突です。市内のどこからでも見ることができます。
This walrus was captured at close range as s/he swam torward us; shot from bobbing zodiac; Svalbard Norway
You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house —, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,—
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening...
~ Rilke
Photo taken at Goatswood. DO visit this build, take your time to discover the stories that are peppered throughout this eerily beautiful village.