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“There are gigantic trees that have grown tall into the winds and the clouds over the thousands of years of their lives, their tops are rustled and tossed by the mists of the atmosphere!
― C. JoyBell C.
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I know the year is dying,
Soon the summer will be dead.
I can trace it in the flying
Of the black crows overhead;
I can hear it in the rustle
Of the dead leaves as I pass,
And the south wind's plaintive sighing
Through the dry and withered grass.
Ah, 'tis then I love to wander,
Wander idly and alone,
Listening to the solemn music
Of sweet nature's undertone;
Wrapt in thoughts I cannot utter,
Dreams my tongue cannot express,
Dreams that match the autumn's sadness
In their longing tenderness.
-- Mortimer Crane Brown
[My annual tribute to Brown's masterful verse.]
"Ever felt an angel's breath in the gentle breeze? A teardrop in the falling rain? Hear a whisper amongst the rustle of leaves? Or been kissed by a lone snowflake? Nature is an angel's favorite hiding place." - Terry Guillemets
This is a view from one of the Latvia's most shallow lakes, Kanieris, bird paradise.
We went to its bird watching tower over the scenic wooden boardwalk, and on the way saw swans, ducks, and wagtails, white herons and geese, but none of them close enough to get a good photo.
The cities and towns were far away, so the only sounds was rustle of reeds in wind, light splashes of low waves, and calls, songs and chit-chat of birds. In the place where the reeds completely surrounded the path, it felt as if we would be surrounded by noisy students of a bird university during lunch break. Sounds came from all around, but birds were masterfully hiding from us. Only when we stopped for few minutes motionless, some bunch of pretty tiny yellow birds landed down on the path, but while I tried to get my camera and capture some group portrait, they realized they were not alone and left... So I can share only story about them and photo of reeds where they were hiding. :-)
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Sometimes in the open you look up
where birds go by, or just nothing,
and wait. A dim feeling comes
you were like this once, there was air,
and quiet; it was by a lake, or
maybe a river you were alert
as an otter and were suddenly born
like the evening star into wide
still worlds like this one you have found
again, for a moment, in the open.
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Something is being told in the woods: aisles of
shadow lead away; a branch waves;
a pencil of sunlight slowly travels its
path. A withheld presence almost
speaks, but then retreats, rustles
a patch of brush. You can feel
the centuries ripple generations
of wandering, discovering, being lost
and found, eating, dying, being born.
A walk through the forest strokes your fur,
the fur you no longer have. And your gaze
down a forest aisle is a strange, long
plunge, dark eyes looking for home.
For delicious minutes you can feel your whiskers
wider than your mind, away out over everything.
-- William Stafford
[Larger worth a moment]
Hidden Valley which is behind the rocks on the right was apparently a good place to hide your rustled cattle and horses in the early 1900's.
This was taken with my iPhone 11 as the thick snow which had fallen over the weekend was just beginning to melt a little. It was beautiful.
'In winter's loaded garment keenly blows
And turns her back on sudden falling snows,
To go where gravel pathways creep between
Arches of evergreen that scarce let through
A single feather of the driving storm;
And in the bitterest day that ever blew
The walk will find some places still and warm
Where dead leaves rustle sweet and give alarm
To little birds that flirt and start away.'
-- John Clare
Edited in Topaz Studio - I painted it because I like it better that way and when I have a moment, I enjoy doing it. I hope you like it too.
Many thanks as always for your kind comments and faves, all are really appreciated. 😃
"A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air."
Eric Sloane
Thank you to Lenabem Anna for Beautiful Texture www.flickr.com/photos/lenabem-anna/sets/72157624082271697/
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RgtEUr_n9vM
A hundred years or more, she's bent her crown
in storm, in sun, in moonsplashed midnight breeze.
surviving all the random vagaries of this harsh world.
A dense - twigged veil drifts down
from crown along her trunk - mourning slow wood
that rustles tattered, in a hint of wind
this January dusk, cloudy, purpling
the ground with sudden shadows.
... on a fall day ... it's spring now, and yet here is one from a few months ago. ... perhaps a bit too much bokeh for some, but it's so much fun to experiment with dof, and I was pleased to get that one person in the frame before he disappeared.
HFF!
A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air.
— Eric Sloane
-The Valley of Unrest- by Edgar Allan Poe (1845)
"Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sun-light lazily lay.
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless --
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even,
Over the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye --
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave: -- from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep: -- from off their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems."
To My Blue Phoenix- My Resting Place. My Safe Place. My Calm after the Storm. ISFLY ♥♥.
"I'm going out the door
I will see the sun bright
and with your beautiful stern smile
I will tell you good morning
then I will leave I will be lost
and maybe you will only see me again in your dream.
Because I am a passing air
inside the city the alleys
and it makes the closed windows creak.
Because I am an evening aura
breathe cleanly alive
which makes the tilted leaves rustle.
I leave high for the mountain
and then I fall off the cliff
and I sway in the depths and the heights.
And I carry in silence
an unruly cry
and some unspeakable hope that has faded.
Because I am a passing air
Inside the city the alleys
and it makes the closed windows creak.
Because I am an evening aura
breathe cleanly alive
which makes the tilted leaves rustle."
Taken @ IMAGO Land
Another unlikely Washington scene... this one from the Gingko Petrified Forest.
The other piece is from a shoot I did one day when I had a nasty migraine and could only find relief in the total absorption/distraction of trying to do ridiculous things with mirrors.
Yesterday, I found myself in a similar spot. I didn't have a migraine, but I spent several hours setting up and adjusting and rearranging and doing test shots... before concluding that the goal I was after was just too ambitious.
I like that part of the process of photography - the failure - as much as the relative successes. I may not achieve what I set out to achieve... but at least I get a better sense of what's beyond my grasp.
From yesterday's session I learned that anything requiring me to stand on a chair (or other unstable object) to see through the camera is not a good idea. I also learned to accept that some ideas just don't translate. And man... did I ever feel relieved when I gave up.
I think giving up is hugely underrated. Quitters of the world, unite.
This Snowy Egret was taking a short break, this allowed us to get some up close and personal photos in Las Gallinas. It stood stoic as the breeze rustled its feathers. Among the most elegant of the herons, the slender Snowy Egret sets off immaculate white plumage with black legs and brilliant yellow feet. We liked the way the bokeh turned out on this one as the background was quite far away.
"I know the year is dying,
Soon the summer will be dead.
I can trace it in the flying
Of the black crows overhead;
I can hear it in the rustle
Of the dead leaves as I pass,
And the south wind's plaintive sighing
Through the dry and withered grass.
Ah, 'tis then I love to wander,
Wander idly and alone,
Listening to the solemn music
Of sweet nature's undertone;
Wrapt in thoughts I cannot utter,
Dreams my tongue cannot express,
Dreams that match the autumn's sadness
In their longing tenderness."
- Mortimer Crane Brown, Autumn Dreams
Lovely texture thanks to Jai Johnson.
As always, thank you for your visit, all of your kind comments, invitations and favorites. This image may not be copied or distributed without my written consent. © All rights reserved.
light rustles
because there's a northern hemisphere after all ;-)
happy equinox :-)
forgive me for deleting group comment codes...
they're not my thing.. tho I do appreciate the visit!
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The second day of the trip to the polygonal lakes, it rained all day. I didn't want to leave the tent at all. Cold, darkness and the pleasant rustle of raindrops on the tent. Sometimes the clouds showed the mountains, this is one of those moments. Nothing special, just a snapshot of the gloomy north as a keepsake
i love to click mushrooms which are as rare as a snow squall in a desert here, so dana sent some beautifully composed ones for the stream
"Ever felt an angel's breath in the gentle breeze? A teardrop in the falling rain? Hear a whisper amongst the rustle of leaves? Or been kissed by a lone snowflake? Nature is an angel's favorite hiding place."
Quote - Carrie Latet
Model: Origami Angel
Instructions how to make this angel in the book 'Origami Jewelry" by Ayako Brodek. It is very easy to fold ;-))
Made from two pieces of shiny red textured paper, one for the body and one for the wings.
~ Pause ~ Poem by me ~ 02.07.16 - 02.14.16
As chapters sense when to change
And time when to pause and start a-gain,
As unending days feel so very strange,
In all your happiness and pain,
Trust that you'll be moved (in shine and in rain).
As some art is gorgeously pretty yet so vain,
Yet in some: you smell biting ice, or warm rain;
Feel leaves caress with their rustle;
See each expression, sinew and muscle;
Hear water lap against a shore in a stream.
And you embrace it in, as you would a dream.
As a monument of music can leave you cold,
Yet some, is so tortuously written, so bravely bold,
Compelling in its rhythm or grit to the soul.
And it fills to the brim that immensely deep hole.
In all your happiness and pain,
Know there is awe in shine or in rain.
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Snapshots Layered_113_148_154_104 Streaming In Light vIII
(Brush-Textured as Ink and Watercolor)
I virtually landscaped Zane Island and am taking pictures of it with different lighting and angles.
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Have you ever visited Sandbanks Provincial Park, nestled on the west coast of Prince Edward County? To be completely honest, and I don't want to exaggerate, but every person I have ever talked to in my life about provincial parks love this place.
There is our opportunity for an exceptional exploration and full enjoyment of the beauty of this park at this time of a year, especially, when all the summer crowds were gone. This image is taken on the stunning Woodlands Trail that leads across old farm pastures to hardwood lots. A walk over the leaf carpeted trail is breathtaking, and you can enjoy hearing the rustle of the leaves while walking. Awesome!
The fall colors amaze everyone, so enjoy them until you can, because the remanence of Hurricane Patricia will bring all the foliage down today!
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the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown across the street by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.
~ Hal Boreland
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The dry oak leaves remained on the tree all winter and rustled in the wind as I walked past them. I thought I heard them whisper your name and that is when the sky turned a cobalt blue color.
This is one of the largest waterfalls in the Eistobel natural reserve in the allgäu alps. Here, the water of the river Oberer Argen is falling, in several cascades, overall and over a distance of about 3 kilometres, 70 meters down. The play is framed by up to 130 meters high walls of rock. Here You find a beautiful place for hiking ore just for relaxing. If You really want to enjoy the nature and the quietness (except the rustle of the water) I recommand to be here early, because the valley is one of the most popular excursion destinations in the whole area.
Dies ist einer der größten Wasserfälle im Naturschutzgebiet Eistobel im Allgäu. Hier fällt das Wasser des Oberen Argen auf einer Strecke von etwa 3 km in mehreren Kaskaden insgesamt 70 m in die Tiefe. Eingerahmt wird das ganze von bis zu 130 m hohen Felswänden. Hier findet man einen wunderschöner Ort zum Wandern oder auch nur zum Entspannen. Wenn man die Natur und die Ruhe (abgesehen vom Rauschen des Wassers) wirklich genießen will, empfehle ich allerdings sehr früh hier zu sein, denn das Tal gehört zu den beliebtesten Ausfluszielen der Umgebung.
Листья падают, кружатся,
Надо в листьях поваляться,
Нашуршаться от души,
До чего же хороши....Leaves are falling, spinning,
It is necessary to lie in the leaves,
To rustle from the heart,
How good they are!...
...remember those summer rains..it got a little dark and you could smell the air change...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iv8GW1GaoIc
[ Organica ] Weeping Willow 3 - Scripted Animesh
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Organica-Weeping-Willow-3/16...
The Weeping Willows are the first in a line of trees from Organica that will both offer Animesh support as well as built-in compatibility with the Organica Seasonal Control Module, which will allow for mass foliage change of Organica: Winds of Change-compatible products both region-wide as well as parcel-specific.
The Willows are set to animate and rustle in relation to Second Life region wind. They change texture (Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter, Dead) on command from the included SCM, but you can also set foliage by individual tree as well if you wish.
Other Stuff
Scarlet Creative Harry Pottering Shed
dust bunny . gardenia shed
PLAAKA Sunflower Round
[we're CLOSED] grass field dry
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Sing to me, Autumn, with the rustle of your leaves.
Breathe on me your spicy scents that flow within your breeze.
Dance with me, Autumn, your waltz that bends the boughs of trees.
Now tell me all the secrets you've whispered to the seas.
Sleep with me, Autumn, beneath your starlit skies.
Let your yellow harvest moon shimmer in our eyes.
Kiss me, Autumn, with your enchanting spellbound ways
That changes all you touch into crimson golden days.
Love me, Autumn, and behold this love so true
That I'll be waiting faithfully each year to be with you.
(ENGLISH FOLLOW)
À l’Ouest du Temps - La forêt de Fangorn *
« Les aventures fantastiques ont rarement une fin. Il y a toujours quelqu’un pour en comprendre les fondements et continuer le récit » (Un sage)
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Je suis retourné à l’Ouest du Temps, là où tout a commencé, à l’orée de la forêt de Fangorn.
Des arbres sombres portant de magnifiques fleurs blanches étendaient leurs longues branches, comme pour marquer, d’un geste de bienvenue, le passage vers les profondeurs de la forêt. Ils auraient pu être de lointains ancêtres de nos pommiers, mais, selon l’histoire locale, ils appartenaient à la civilisation des Ents, la plus vieille de la Terre du Milieu. Ces arbres étaient dotés, croyait-on, d’une forme de « conscience » et d’une mémoire collective remontant aux origines. On racontait qu’ils étaient capables de communiquer entre-eux et avec d’autres espèces et même d’agir ensemble dans l’intérêt commun…
Soudainement, je fus submergé par une marée d’impressions insistantes: de la curiosité, une extrême vigilance, l’écho lointain de zones d’ombres, de blessures béantes au coeur des arbres. Puis, un bruissement soutenu des feuilles me figea sur place avec appréhension. Et, d’une manière que je ne saurais expliquer, j’en compris le sens: « Prend garde en traversant la forêt. Fait preuve de respect envers nous. Et nous t’aideront à trouver le courage d’affronter les mystères et les dangers auxquels tu devras faire face dans le Monde.» (Patrice le Hobbit)
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À l’Est du Temps, le rationalisme moderne a relégué, les récits, les contes, les légendes anciennes y compris les écrits de Tolkien et de bien d’autres grands auteurs, aux domaines de l’imaginaire, de la spiritualité, de la magie pure, du folklore et du divertissement. Comme si, rien de ces écrits n’avait une quelconque résonance avec des savoirs utiles tirés de l’expérience humaine…
Or, des découvertes récentes en neurobiologie, en biologie végétale et en écologie appliquée aux arbres et aux forêts tendent à donner un fondement scientifique à plusieurs mythes anciens à leur sujet: les arbres sont des entités sociales et conscientes, capables d’apprendre, d’interagir et d’évoluer. **
Ce que les Anciens savaient, mais qu’ils ne pouvaient pas exprimer par des mots, plutôt avec des images métaphoriques et poétiques, comme Tolkien - deviennent maintenant un champ de recherche scientifique moderne, périphérique certes, mais courageux et prometteur.
Patrice photographiste, Chroniques du Monde de Poësia
*Forêt mythique de la Terre du Milieu dans le récit du Seigneurs des Anneaux (J.R. R. Tolkien)
** Voir notamment : Peter Wohlleben, (La vie secrète des arbres); Suzanne Simard, (Finding the Mother Tree - Discovering the Wisdom of Forest)
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West of Time: Fangorn Forest *
“Fantasy adventures rarely have an end. There is always someone to understand their foundations and continue the story” (A wise man)
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I have returned to the West of Time, where it all began, at the edge of Fangorn Forest.
Dark trees bearing magnificent white flowers stretched out their long branches, as if to mark, with a welcoming gesture, the passage to the depths of the forest. They might have been distant ancestors of our apple trees, but according to local history they belonged to the Ent civilization, the oldest in Middle-earth. These trees were believed to be endowed with a form of “consciousness” and a collective memory going back to the origins. They were said to be able to communicate with each other and with other species and even to act together in the common interest...
Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by a tide of persistent impressions: curiosity, extreme vigilance, the distant echo of shadowy areas, gaping wounds in the heart of the trees. Then, a steady rustle of leaves froze me in place with apprehension. And, in a way that I cannot explain, I understood the meaning: “Be careful while crossing the forest. Show us respect. And we will help you find the courage to face the mysteries and dangers you will face in the World. (Patrice the Hobbit)
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In the East of Time, modern Rationalism has relegated stories, tales, ancient legends including the writings of Tolkien and many other great authors, to the domains of the imagination, spirituality, pure magic, folklore and entertainment. As is, none of these writings had any resonance with useful knowledge drawn from human experience...
However, recent discoveries in neurobiology, plant biology and ecology applied to trees and forests tend to give a scientific basis to several old myths about them: trees are social and conscious entities, capable of learning, interacting and advancing. **
What the elders knew, but could not express in words, rather in metaphorical and poetic imagery, like Tolkien - now becomes a field of modern scientific research, peripheral indeed, but courageous and promising.
Patrice photographer, Chronicles of the Lands of Poësia
* Mythical forest of Middle-earth in the story of Lord of the Rings (J.R. R. Tolkien)
** See in particular: Peter Wohlleben, (The Hidden Life of Trees, The Secret Wisdom of Nature); Suzanne Simard, (Finding the Mother Tree - Discovering the Wisdom of Forest)
Bastian with some of his toys...
First posted 03.04.2016. Reposted 29.09.2023 for the "Happy Caturday" theme "Favourite toy".
Bastian (mixed breed), 31.03.2016.
Olympus OMD EM5 Digital CameraCamera
The little trick-or-treater runs for his life...
Skippy envisioned his world with the help of the following spookarific creations:
hive's Oak Simple Shrubs and Birch Simple Shrubs!
hive's Cinderella Pumpkin, Jack-O-Lantern Pumpkin, and Baby Bear Pumpkin!
hive's Forgotten Basketball Hoop!
Soy's Pinned Astronomy Walls!
BellEquipe Design Store's Candy Pail Bucket!
And the little man wears:
Vale Koer's Very Good Sneakers!
Be brave, face your fears, and have fun!
(Unless, of course, you find a real life dinosaur in your neighbor's front yard. Then you run!)
Happy Halloween!
Keep shining bright, my friends!
All that glitters is indeed gold
When light penetrates the forest's gloom,
The warmth casts out the piercing cold,
Fragrant greens drive out odors of mold,
And darkness retreats into shadow's womb.
The leaves are dazzling with splendor.
The flies are buzzing through the silence.
A breeze sways branches, dry and slender,
And rustles through ferns, soft and tender,
As they bow down, nodding their compliance.
Such is the language of the trees
And in nature's tongue I'm being told
With glittery voice, she speaks with ease,
Breathing her message as a faint breeze:
"This moment of joy is worth more than gold."
(c) 2020, Claudia G. Kukulka
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Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life....- by Hermann Hesse
No moon tonight. Wind rustles the trees. A bird shrieks.
Another. I probed my way along the presumed path,
afraid to step on some small, fuzzy life form. You never
know. Small steps go a long way. My feet are my eyes.
I softly call my horse. A soft whinnying.
KHOP - Moon.
A beaten path winds its way through the dense forest, beckoning the adventurous to explore the unknown. As it disappears into the horizon, the promise of new discoveries and breathtaking scenery entices all who dare to follow it. With each step, the crunch of leaves and the rustle of branches create a symphony of nature, inviting us to immerse ourselves in the beauty of the wilderness. Come and explore, for the wonders of the forest await you.
Taken @ Strays And Misfits