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Timeless sea breezes that for aeons have blown ancients rocks, you are the purest space coming from afar...(Maria Rilke)
Meeresbrisen, die seit Äonen uralte Felsen wehen lassen, du bist der reinste Raum, der von weitem kommt…
Brisas marinas que desde hace eones han soplado rocas ancestrales, eres el espacio más puro que viene de lejos...
Les brises de mer qui, depuis des éons, ont soufflé d'anciens rochers, vous êtes l'espace le plus pur venant de loin..
Timeless sea breezes that for aeons have blown ancients rocks, you are the purest space coming from afar...(Maria Rilke)...
Meeresbrisen, die seit Äonen uralte Felsen wehen lassen, du bist der reinste Raum, der von weitem kommt…
Brisas marinas que desde hace eones han soplado rocas ancestrales, eres el espacio más puro que viene de lejos...
Les brises de mer qui, depuis des éons, ont soufflé d'anciens rochers, vous êtes l'espace le plus pur venant de loin..
In the frozen silence of polar nights, the sky suddenly ignites with an unreal light. Veils of green, pink, and violet ripple slowly, like spirits in celebration. The aurora borealis emerges, mysterious and majestic, tracing luminous arabesques above snow-covered forests and frozen lakes.
Each pulse in the sky seems to echo an ancient breath, a cosmic melody from the depths of time. The stars fade before this magnetic ballet, and the world holds its breath. It is a suspended moment, where nature unveils its purest magic.
Desperate. You have the most amazing heart in the world V_V<3 I'm so glad to know you! You're an amazing person & if anybody disagrees with that fact; y9'rb rasah fil6ofah :") !!!!
Timeless sea breezes, that for aeons have blown ancient rocks,
you are purest space coming from afar… (Rainer M. Rilke)
“Art is unquestionably one of the purest and highest elements in human happiness. It trains the mind through the eye, and the eye through the mind. As the sun colors flowers, so does art color life.”
-John Lubbock
Today, in many countries. SAY IT WITH FLOWERS?
M-O-T-H-E-R
"M" is for the million things she gave me,
"O" means only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her heart of purest gold;
"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
"R" means right, and right she'll always be,
Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER,"
A word that means the world to me.
- Howard Johnson
As mother myself, I know what it means, all the love and the heartache, the joys and the tears, the happiness and sadness, the life long commitment, the eternal lifeline no matter what!
It's not easy being a good parent, no schools except the school of life, you often only know you didn't do it quite right when it is too late! It's 10 times harder to correct!
But, when you do get it right, the feeling is magic, you're proud.
It's a prowess!
Happy Mother's day, hope they'll remember you well and not just today but EVERY day, thank you for your visit, M, (*_*)
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Timeless sea breezes that for aeons have blown ancients rocks, you are the purest space coming from afar...(Maria Rilke)...
This stretch of coast in Norway is a gem towards the sea, but at the same time has a dramatic story to tell: The sea here is Norway's most exposed to storms: In the autumn and winter storms, the waves can reach 30m high. And the beds of the lighthouse keepers far out in the sea, moved across the floor as they slept. The story tells of a brave woman: Gjertrud 1814-1900: Her father was a famous pilot, and died at sea in 1823. She fought to keep her father's pilot certificate. And she was married to four sailors in turn. The first three perished at sea a few years apart. When she mourned for them, she went up on a great rock, and looked out over the sea for them. And this stone has been given her name "Gjertrud stone".
Dieser Küstenabschnitt in Norwegen ist ein Juwel in Richtung Meer, hat aber gleichzeitig eine dramatische Geschichte zu erzählen: Das Meer hier ist Norwegens am stärksten Stürmen ausgesetzt: In den Herbst- und Winterstürmen können die Wellen 30 m hoch werden. Und die Betten der Leuchtturmwärter weit draußen im Meer bewegten sich im Schlaf über den Boden. Die Geschichte erzählt von einer tapferen Frau: Gjertrud 1814-1900: Ihr Vater war ein berühmter Pilot und starb 1823 auf See. Sie kämpfte darum, den Pilotenschein ihres Vaters zu behalten. Und sie war wiederum mit vier Matrosen verheiratet. Die ersten drei starben im Abstand von einigen Jahren auf See. Als sie um sie trauerte, stieg sie auf einen großen Felsen und suchte sie auf dem Meer. Und dieser Stein hat ihren Namen "Gjertrud-Stein" bekommen
Este tramo de costa de Noruega es una joya hacia el mar, pero al mismo tiempo tiene una historia dramática que contar: el mar aquí es el más expuesto a las tormentas de Noruega: en las tormentas de otoño e invierno, las olas pueden alcanzar los 30 m de altura. Y las camas de los fareros, lejos en el mar, se movían por el suelo mientras dormían. La historia habla de una mujer valiente: Gjertrud 1814-1900: Su padre era un piloto famoso y murió en el mar en 1823. Luchó para mantener el certificado de piloto de su padre. Y ella estaba casada con cuatro marineros a su vez. Los tres primeros perecieron en el mar con unos pocos años de diferencia. Cuando hizo duelo por ellos, subió a una gran roca y miró hacia el mar en busca de ellos. Y a esta piedra se le ha dado el nombre de "piedra de Gjertrud".
Cette partie de la côte norvégienne est un joyau face à la mer, mais a en même temps une histoire dramatique à raconter : la mer ici est la plus exposée aux tempêtes de Norvège : lors des tempêtes d'automne et d'hiver, les vagues peuvent atteindre 30 m de haut. Et les lits des gardiens de phare loin dans la mer, se déplaçaient sur le sol pendant leur sommeil. L'histoire raconte l'histoire d'une femme courageuse : Gjertrud 1814-1900 : Son père était un pilote célèbre, et mourut en mer en 1823. Elle s'est battue pour conserver le brevet de pilote de son père. Et elle était mariée à quatre marins à tour de rôle. Les trois premiers périrent en mer à quelques années d'intervalle. Lorsqu'elle les pleura, elle monta sur un grand rocher et les regarda sur la mer. Et cette pierre a reçu son nom de "pierre de Gjertrud"...
The word “asceticism” derives from the Greek term for physical exercise, such as athletic practice. The idea of training the soul to virtue by disciplining the body is fundamental to monastic theory. Here, Christian monasticism provided a distinct and original anthropology. In many Greco-Roman theories the purpose of “philosophic” asceticism was to purify the soul of the body’s influence. . . . In its purest form the Christian concept of ascesis seeks not the liberation of the soul from the body but the integration of the person, spiritually and materially. Ascesis was thus a manner of disciplining the body and training the mind by prayers, vigils and fasting, until the whole person was attuned to his or her best ability to hear and obey the voice of God.
-John McGuckin, “Monasticism,” in The Blackwell Dictionary of Eastern Christianity, ed. Ken Parry, David J. Melling, Dimitri Brady, and Sidney H. Griffin (Oxford: Wiley-Blackwell, 1999), 321.
Why do you flee so soon, sir, to the theaters, lecture-rooms, and museums of the city? If you will stay here awhile I will promise you strange sights. You shall walk on water; all these brooks and rivers and ponds shall be your highway. You shall see the whole earth covered a foot or more deep with purest white crystals and all the trees and stubble glittering in icy armor.
-- Henry David Thoreau
Along the Franziusstraße in the summer heat last Saturday afternoon. Tourisme minimal in its purest form.
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Look up, look up high
Follow the trees up to the sky
Watch them as they rise and go
Up to the heavens, kissed by snow
Filled with flakes of purest white
Fallen from an infinite height
That you see when you look up high
Following the trees up to the sky
"Timeless sea breezes,
that for aeons have
blown ancient rocks,
you are purest space
coming from afar…
- Rainer Maria Rilke.
Don't get me started on Rilke. He's not a just poet, but an oracle. And I chose these lines because they seemed to encapsulate the fresh clean air of the breeze that was blowing on my face so early in the morning.
I was clambering all over the rocks, inspired by the sight before my eyes, listening to the barely audible bird cries (you'll see one flying in the middle of the picture), as the sea broke against the rocks and the breeze whistled gently in my ears.
But this was just the beginning...
More tomorrow.
You are beautiful like a swan
To me you are the special one
With your wings of purest white
Into my eyes, you place the light
Of sweet love, that now is seen
When i gaze at my gorgeous queen
Floating serenely , through my dreams
Where your beauty forever streams
Into my heart, where you are the one
My very special , beautiful swan
We was hanging around at Furillen tonight, so just a fast AO snap. One of the most purest people I ve ever met, always with the smile and positive energy, not easy to find in sl. Stay exactly the way u are Daniel :)
(Oh well we need to go shopping one day we will drug sissy too laughs)
I choosed Lauv for you Dan dan "The story never ends"
My Kodak Gold 100 Color Negative film is deteriorating. The color is shifting. I prefer the Monotone conversion anyway. The Purest position is if it was originally shot in color, then conversion is somehow a failure. I don't believe that at all, which is one reason I'm not accepted by the cool kids and their mind traps of accepted artistic expression. I say that the negative or unprocessed digital file can be considered similar to a musical score. The processing is the performance of that score and can be done differently every time.
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There is a joy that comes to light
When sunny days appear
A sense of warmth, both bold and bright
Each time the skies are clear
A moment’s peace, a sacred calm
And stillness, all day through
We can behold within our palm
When sunshine is in view.
Enjoyment, in its purest sense
Can thrive on sunny days
For when blue skies and sun commence
Our cares are swept away
Basking beneath this golden glow
We shall forever find
The beauty we have come to know
Where once, the world seemed blind.
Much promise is held in the beams
When sunny days emerge
For in the rays, we see our dreams
As more than thoughts we’ve purged
A sense of hope, a sense of worth
And love to last, always
Shall evermore reign ‘cross the earth
When we seize sunny days.
By: Jill Eisnaugle
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Have an BRIGHT day my FRIENDS!!!
As the flower does wildly rise
Clouds they float across the sky
Ariel ships of purest white
Illuminated by the rays of light
That shine down from the skies
On the wild flower, rising before all eyes
Quella delle Saline di Volterra è una storia iniziata tremila anni fa: furono infatti gli Etruschi a comprendere per primi l’importanza dell’estrazione del sale; preziosa sostanza fondamentale per la conservazione dei cibi e per l’alimentazione. Ad essi succedettero i romani, i quali continuarono ad utilizzare l’oro bianco che emergeva dalle pozzanghere, le antiche “moje” diffuse nel lembo di terra che da Saline di Volterra arrivava fino al mare. Sale talmente prezioso, da essere utilizzato come moneta (la parola salario deriva dall’utilizzo del sale come mezzo di pagamento).
Durante il periodo medioevale nacquero le prime strutture estrattive costruite sopra i pozzi per aumentare la produzione e renderla più strutturata. Volterra sarà al centro di numerose dispute dovute al controllo del sale, oggetto di contenzioso con la vicina e potente Firenze. Sale che grazie alla rete di strade del tempo, raggiunge le principali vie di comunicazione (da Saline a Volterra, dove c’era la dogana e poi in direzione della Via Francigena, verso le due Vie del Sale che collegavano Volterra con San Gimignano e con Gambassi Terme) ed i principali depositi (Empoli, magazzini del Sale, attuale Museo del Vetro). Ma fu il Granduca di Toscana a dare l’impulso decisivo alla produzione del sale attraverso la costruzione di quello che sarebbe diventato uno dei primi villaggi industriali in Italia. Da quel momento la produzione del sale continuerà a crescere, fino a raggiungere i suoi massimi livelli verso la fine dell’Ottocento, quando l’impianto contava circa cinquecento dipendenti. Sarà la Seconda guerra mondiale ad imporre lo stop dell’impianto, che sotto la pioggia di bombardamenti venne quasi completamente distrutto, per risorgere nel Dopoguerra, con tecnologie più avanzate. Nel 1962 fu il talento di un giovane e visionario architetto, Pierluigi Nervi, destinato a scrivere la storia dell’architettura moderna, a firmare la costruzione del Padiglione dal quale ancora oggi scende la suggestiva cascata di sale, aggiungendo un’altra pietra miliare a questo luogo, che ancora continua a raccontare la sua storia.
Ma perché il sale di Volterra è così speciale? Innanzitutto, è certificato come il sale più puro d'Italia grazie al suo 99,9% di purezza. Si tratta di un sale ricristallizzato. Viene estratto da un bacino sotterraneo formatosi circa 5 milioni di anni fa. I giacimenti sotterranei vengono allagati con acqua dolce che, sciogliendo il sale, si trasforma in una soluzione salina concentrata al 33%, che viene poi depurata a 80 gradi centigradi per eliminare tutte le impurità che possono contaminarla. La soluzione depurata viene così inviata ai cristallizzatori, alti 40 metri, dove le alte temperature ottenute dalla compressione del vapore, portano la soluzione a 130 gradi centigradi, facendo quindi evaporare l'acqua presente nella soluzione e lasciando il sale.
The history of the Saline di Volterra began three thousand years ago: it was in fact the Etruscans who were the first to understand the importance of salt extraction; precious fundamental substance for food preservation and nutrition. They were succeeded by the Romans, who continued to use the white gold that emerged from the puddles, the ancient "moje" widespread in the strip of land that from Saline di Volterra reached the sea. Salt is so precious that it is used as currency (the word salary derives from the use of salt as a means of payment).
During the medieval period, the first extraction structures were built above the wells to increase production and make it more structured. Volterra will be at the center of numerous disputes due to the control of salt, the subject of dispute with the nearby and powerful Florence. Salt which, thanks to the network of roads of the time, reaches the main communication routes (from Saline to Volterra, where the customs house was and then in the direction of the Via Francigena, towards the two Salt Roads that connected Volterra with San Gimignano and with Gambassi Terme) and the main warehouses (Empoli, Salt warehouses, current Glass Museum). But it was the Grand Duke of Tuscany who gave the decisive impetus to the production of salt through the construction of what would become one of the first industrial villages in Italy. From that moment on, salt production continued to grow, reaching its highest levels towards the end of the nineteenth century, when the plant had around five hundred employees. It was the Second World War that forced the plant to stop, which was almost completely destroyed under the rain of bombing, only to be resurrected after the war with more advanced technologies. In 1962 it was the talent of a young and visionary architect, Pierluigi Nervi, destined to write the history of modern architecture, who signed the construction of the Pavilion from which the suggestive waterfall of salt still descends today, adding another milestone to this place, which still continues to tell its story.
But why is Volterra salt so special? First of all, it is certified as the purest salt in Italy thanks to its 99.9% purity. It is a recrystallized salt. It is extracted from an underground basin formed about 5 million years ago. The underground deposits are flooded with fresh water which, by dissolving the salt, is transformed into a 33% concentrated saline solution, which is then purified at 80 degrees centigrade to eliminate all the impurities that can contaminate it. The purified solution is thus sent to the crystallisers, 40 meters high, where the high temperatures obtained from the compression of the vapor bring the solution to 130 degrees centigrade, thus evaporating the water present in the solution and leaving the salt.
“For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay, they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.”
― John Milton, Areopagitica
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To see a golden angel is to glimpse the divine in its purest form, a reminder that even in the darkest times, there is a light of grace guiding us toward hope and transformation.
Clouds of peace, clouds of hope
Clouds of love that slowly float
Clouds of smiles, laughs and fun
Clouds that race and that run
Over the lake we call life
With its magic and it's strife
Clouds of white , pure as snow
Filled with peace to one day pour
To chase away the blood soaked rage
Create a new love filled age
Filled with clouds of purest white
In the sky where peace shines bright
"Timeless sea breezes,
that for aeons have
blown ancient rocks,
you are purest space
coming from afar…" ~Rainer Maria Rilke
ICM capture of twilight waves on South Beach, Martha's Vineyard.
SONG OF THE SEA
BY RAINER MARIA RILKE
Timeless sea breezes,
sea-wind of the night:
you come for no one;
if someone should wake,
he must be prepared
how to survive you.
Timeless sea breezes,
that for aeons have
blown ancient rocks,
you are purest space
coming from afar…
Oh, how a fruit-bearing
fig tree feels your coming
high up in the moonlight.
~*
À la fin du XIXe siècle, les dames de la Belle Époque venaient boire un thé ou manger dans le socle d'un majestueux bateau de pêche, perché à un peu plus de six mètres au-dessus des eaux. Avec son kiosque typique, il devint alors l'une des escales les plus prisées des Niçois et des touristes.
En contrebas de la façade, on trouvait une réserve - qui laissa son nom aux lieux - d'huîtres et de crustacés dans des bassins communiquant avec la mer.
En 1941, le bateau de pêche ayant subi des dommages, l'architecte René Livieri et son client décidèrent d'offrir une nouvelle vie à ce lieu en donnant naissance au Plongeoir. Grâce à Livieri, trois plates-formes somptueuses, dans le plus pur style Art déco, se dressèrent alors face à la Grande Bleue, permettant aux jeunes de s'exercer au plongeon.
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At the end of the nineteenth century, the ladies of the Belle Epoque came to drink tea or eat in the base of a majestic fishing boat, perched a little over six meters above the water. With its typical kiosk, it became one of the most popular stopovers of Nice and tourists.
Below the facade was a reserve - which gave its name to the place - oysters and crustaceans in basins communicating with the sea.
In 1941, the damaged fishing boat, the architect René Livieri and his client decided to give a new life to this place by giving birth to the Plongeoir. Thanks to Livieri, three sumptuous platforms, in the purest Art Deco style, stood up against the Big Blue, allowing young people to practice diving
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Welcome to Treasures of the Planet - HALL OF FAME. This is the highest level of 4 levels of this group where photos of nature are accepted in its purest form. Once a photo has reached the HALL OF FAME level it is requested to be placed in the showcase of Lise's Masterpieces Gallery
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TIMANFAYA 1
Cuando se lee lentamente el relato que Andrés Lorenzo, hizo en 1730, de la erupción del Timanfaya, la respiración se ausenta. Relata como iban apareciendo nuevos volcanes, en un paisaje antes dominado por campos de cultivo. Montañas que se hundían en su propio cráter. Seis años de destrucción continuada. Ese paisaje y la naturaleza que lo transformó, es el mismo que ahora vemos oscuro y colorista, agresivo y pacífico, duro y misterioso, siglos más tarde ahora, su suelo sigue expulsando, vapor y fuego. Timanfaya en estado puro.
TIMANFAYA 1
When the account that Andrés Lorenzo made in 1730 of the eruption of the Timanfaya is slowly read, the breath is absent. He tells how new volcanoes were appearing, in a landscape previously dominated by cultivated fields. Mountains sinking into their own crater. Six years of continuous destruction. That landscape and the nature that transformed it, is the same that we now see dark and colorful, aggressive and peaceful, harsh and mysterious, centuries later now, its soil continues to expel, steam and fire. Timanfaya in its purest form.
Mi agradecimiento a tod@s, por los más de 8 millones de visitas que recibo en redes.
Let me say a huge thank you, for over than 8 million visits that I receive in networks.
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We went on a beautiful hunt, and it was a wonderful afternoon ending with this beautiful memory, you are the reason for so many emotions and my purest and most infinite love. life you are and will always be my best choice, I love you with body and soul <3
Explore #35 April 29, 2022
... were created deep in my heart when I discovered this wonderful creature under the cherry blossoms. Feelings so strong that I can hardly find the right words to describe these moments of bliss. Very early in the morning I was out and about in one of the most beautiful cherry blossom areas in my homeland. The cherry trees in Switzerland are mainly found in the west embedded in an impressive landscape full of hills and forests. In this region there are large natural areas and many wild animals. Above all, the bird life is still fine here. I come here every year and am delighted by this large cherry tree garden, which then shows itself from its most beautiful side. Everything is then in the purest white and the meadows in a soft green. Life is back at its most beautiful way. The birds sing me a morning song as I watch the rising sun let its golden light glide over the rolling hills. Then suddenly I see him flying by, the king of the trees. An impressively beautiful green woodpecker like I've never seen before. And that in one of my absolut favorite places. What great luck, what a moving moment. I try to follow him, losing sight of him, but there he is again, holding onto another cherry tree and looking at me. I try to focus on him, two or three seconds and he's gone again. This mutual game lasts quite a while and I'm simply delighted but also a bit nervous. Can I capture it with my camera or, as is so often the case, not in the end?
I don't manage to photograph the green woodpecker in its full size, but I must be satisfied to be able to observe him from this distance and to have taken this picture of the green beauty in the middle of the cherry blossoms. These moments of happiness have found their place deep in my heart, and this is the main reason that I want to share with you this image.
Thank you so much for take part on my little adventure in one of my beloved places in Switzerland. I'm so happy to have friends like you. I'm sometimes not so often on Flickr, because I love to be out there in the great outdoors and I'm not the youngest anymore. So I need more time in fresh air and all my beloved elements in nature. Heartfelt thanks for your great understanding and patience with me dear friends. Enjoy the spring season to the fullest.
"Joy in looking and understanding is the most beautiful gift of nature."
Albert Einstein
"A new way of thinking is needed if humanity is to live on."
Albert Einstein
„The meaning of life is not to be a successful person, but a valuable one.“
Albert Einstein
«You can learn a lot from the animals outside, just look at the birds! Just ask the earth and the fish in the sea; hear what they tell you! Who of these does not know that God in the heavens created them with his hand? " Job, chapter 12, verses 7 to 9
Love her voice, like a volcano...
סיוון אין גבולות
....are those which love color the most.
John Ruskin
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I lit my purest candle close to my window
Hoping it would catch the eye
Of any vagabond who passed it by
And I waited in my fleeting house
Before he came, I felt him drawing near
As he neared, I felt the ancient fear
That he had come to wound my door and jeer
And I waited in my fleeting house
"Tell me stories, " I called to the hobo
"Stories of cold, " I smiled at the hobo
"Stories of old, " I knelt to the hobo
And he stood before my fleeting house
"No, " said the Hobo, "No more tales of time
Don't ask me now to wash away the grime
I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb"
And he walked away from my fleeting house
"Then you be damned, " I screamed to the hobo
"Leave me alone, " I wept to the hobo
"Turn into stone, " I knelt to the hobo
And he walked away from my fleeting house
Timeless sea breezes that for aeons have blown ancients rocks, you are the purest space coming from afar...(Maria Rilke)
Meeresbrisen, die seit Äonen uralte Felsen wehen lassen, du bist der reinste Raum, der von weitem kommt…
Brisas marinas que desde hace eones han soplado rocas ancestrales, eres el espacio más puro que viene de lejos...
Les brises de mer qui, depuis des éons, ont soufflé d'anciens rochers, vous êtes l'espace le plus pur venant de loin..
Each of us has places and views to come back to. For me, this is the one that I am never tired of. Not ever. This is my place because it makes me feel alive, challenged and fulfilled. And I don’t only mean accomplished as a photographer, but also complete as a human. The nature in its purest form brings the realization how important it is to keep such places intact. The destinations like this one, the Auyuittuq National Park on Baffin Island, Canada are world’s natural treasures. There are not many that were able to experience such locations, but all that did so came back changed. We are going there again at the end of the summer of 2017. If you wish to be a part of our adventure, please feel free to email me: arturstanisz@gmail.com
I hope this photo is able to showcase the beauty of the area that you will experience during that adventure.
Led by almost-perfect Illinois Central SD70 #1005 (yellow frame stripe notwithstanding), CN's L553 takes headroom to work the small ex-IC yard at Clinton, IL. The diamond in the background is the crossing of IC's former Charter Line, the "Mainline of Mid-America," currently leased by the Illinois Terminal Belt, although nothing typically runs south of the gate-protected interchange. The signals are some of the last of the former IC signaling system on the Gilman Sub, and one of three sets remaining in and around the Clinton area; a replacement project last year wiped the rest out.
Thanks to WR for the heads-up.
“Art is unquestionably one of the purest and highest elements in human happiness. It trains the mind through the eye, and the eye through the mind. As the sun colors flowers, so does art color life.” (John Lubbock)
Have a colourful weekend!
In this lifetime
Your heartbeat I’ve found
The purest sound
I shall keep close to mine.
Photography is a visual art, of course, creating a canvas of color, sometimes vibrant other times muted, strong or soft depending on the mood. Our eyes and hands reach out as if to say: 'I like what I’m seeing allow me to pull you closer and keep you for ever'. I am a visual person, yet I often find myself drawn to sound. Specially the sound of water and words. Crashing waves, waterfalls, rushing rivers, even the smallest streams have something to say allowing me to drift into a world of pure beauty. Each drop is a heartbeat. Ironically, it is when I close my eyes, listen, I am able to create what I visualize. It is the heart, after all, that matters most.
Visiting Moraine Lake was one of my dreams. I was unable to visit this gem of Canadian Rockies during the previous two trips due to lack of access. The road to the lake is only open during the summer months. It was so great to finally visit this lake in June 2019 and enjoy nature in its purest form.