Vastness
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Same as yesterday's posting but for a panoramic view, highlighting the vastness of the area around the Tre Cime.
"Children, the coolness of the breeze, the beams of the moon, the vastness of space and all things of the world-these are all permeated with Divine Consciousness. Knowing and experiencing this Truth is the Goal of human birth."
Mata Amritanandamayi Devi
(Sri Anandamayi Ma)
Yellow Osteospermum. - currently being brought on in the greenhouse.
As the photo name implies, this one is from near Cheyenne, Wyoming. For those of you who may be familiar with the work of C.J. Box, the scene in this photo is near the setting of some of his books. If you view the photo on a desktop or laptop monitor rather than on a cell phone monitor you can actually tell that there are horses in the photo. 😊
Quote Of The Day:
"The fatal attraction of government is that it allows busybodies to impose decisions on others without paying any price themselves. That enables them to act as if there were no price, even when there are ruinous prices -- paid by others." Thomas Sowell (1930- )
ever changing, constant
rhythmic and random
silence, full of sound
like cold water
soothes my soul
gull cry awakens
saline cleanses
and vastness dwarfs
as I sit and breathe
the hearty air
sometimes I talk
and the waves listen
but mostly the waves talk
while I sit still
and listen
Only central Australia can provide this vast horizon. Uluru is so often imaged from close up. Here it is dwarfed by the vastness of the plain it sits within.
I realize it may sound innocent - perhaps naive - but one of the most surprising things to me about visiting Alaska was the rich color palette of the terrain. Despite being deep in Alaska, less than 250 miles from the Arctic Circle, the sun still holds its reign over the summer climate...and with nearly 24 hours of light, the vegetation has ample opportunity to grow.
Certainly, global warming, and glacial melt plays a role in seeing the deeply colored mountain range in the distance. It was surprising to me to learn that much of the green you see along the park road in Denali is vegetation growing atop the glaciers. All-in-all, I highly recommend taking the Kantishna bus tour (11-hours) in Denali, as it is the only method of getting deep into the park, with the opportunities to see as much of the geology, geography, .and wildlife possible.
While the namesake mountain is the primary calling card of this National Park, and rightfully so, it is only seen clearly by approximately 1/3 of the park's visitors, due to the near constant cloud cover. There is so much more, in terms of the vastness, grandeur, remoteness, and ecologic importance of this region to be experienced than simply the sight of Denali looming large above the subarctic plateau.
The Painted Desert is 7,500 square miles (19,400 square km).
"If I could say it in words there would be no reason to paint" Edward Hopper
Isaz is treacherous
she lures the exhausted wanderer
and lulls him to sleep
underneath the glistening, powderily woven raiment of
silence and peace
forever
self
till frozen to the core
only occasionally the wind whispers and groans
and haunts the infinite lorn vastness
where birdsong became myth
and spring
a long forgotten fairytale
.... with summer wind
rubbed into us
now our dreams take hold
into each other
and we feel
two
in the vastness of the night
Hans-Christoph Neuert
Above the Middle Rhine on the
Erpeler Lei
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Wir haben Abendrot
getrunken....
....mit Sommerwind
uns eingerieben
jetzt greifen unsere Träume
ineinander
und wir fühlen uns
zwei
in der Weite der Nacht
Hans-Christoph Neuert
Oberhalb vom Mittelrhein auf der
Erpeler Lei
Que je sois un ange
Que je sois un diable
C'est aussi insupportable
Mon cœur est étranger
La musique le change toujours
De larmes noires et blanches
Ces chansons que pleure ma voix
Ne sont pas à moi
Elles s'enroulent autour
Et moi
Et moi
Et moi je t'aime, mon rêve obscur
Comme entre leurs murs
S'en vont les prisonniers
Et moi
Et moi
Et moi
Voyez-vous la maison verte et le grand arbre au pied des monuments ? Ils ont l'air tellement minuscule dans cette immensité.
Do you see the green house and the big tree at the foot of the monuments? They look so tiny in this vastness.
A very special and unique coastal landscape in North Iceland featuring tall, snow-covered peaks, fjords and grassy marshes which together are quite remarkable. Here a stitched pano of a rather large stretch of this coastline.
This is the latest in a series!
Thank (in advance) to you all, very much my friends!
(Do not use this image on any media, without my permission!)
“Your light embraces the vastness of my being , bringing warmth and comfort I have never known before. I stumbled in darkness for a life time , the joy I feel now as the night recedes , oh I bless the the day we met and curse the minutes and hours we apart. Oh how I rejoice that I met you. Love and life Return.”
Rest hope you all enjoy amsy work as always ^^
Amsy ♡
All those who travel extensively like we do will know that sometimes when we arrive at new places we realise that a certain place or landscape talks to us, feels familiar, feels just right. This is how I feel everytime I visit similar landscapes like this one from Iceland's North. it's vastness, space and even desolation reverberate within me, make me feel right and at home. ...
In a quiet moment...
Feel your oneness with earth and imagine you have roots grounding in the earth,
while your spirit still soars with the breeze into the vastness of the universe.
Zen is more of an attitude than a belief.
Zen is the peace that arises through the unity of oneself with a wholeness, a being that is of a different nature than oneself.
Zen means being aware of the oneness of oneself with the world and everything in it.
Zen means living in the present and experiencing it through and through.
Zen means being free from the distractions and deceptive conflicts of the material world.
Zen means being in tune with the universal course of things.
Zen is to fully experience the present and to enjoy the fundamental miracle of life itself.
🌄 Wishing Everyone a Good Day with Balance
Namibia is a land filled with spectacular rare gifts from nature. They excite your senses and imagination. From the gigantic sand dunes in the south to the vast salt pans in the north, they boggle the mind.
While it is very sad to see the wildlife suffer during times of drought, one is also struck by the incredible variations created by nature. It is quite eerie to see a lone male elephant cross silently and slowly across the never ending dry and barren terrain like a mirage.
(...)
Love can't fit in words
I will give a chance for silence to play
This moment makes me a bit embarrassed
And time after time
I take its vastness in my hand
And I hide it so, she would have a shelter here
she had a shelter here
and that will be us
how much light there is in us
let the rest slowly fade away
in a world that does not exist
(...)
A stretch of North Iceland's coastline with remarkable features. The sense of vastness and solitude is almost overwhelming when you stand there.
Southeast Iceland between Jokulsarlon and Hoefn offers splendid landscapes like this one where glaciers descends from the mountain ranges and hundreds of little ponds welcome birds for the warmer season on the Island.
Amazing place to have the only farm far and wide ... :) Icelandic farmers really must be used to solitude.
La malédiction de l'homme consiste à ne jamais se contenter de ce qu'il est. (Sylvain Tesson, Un été avec Homère)
LE VOYAGE FABULEUX
L’homme, dans le petit bateau, aimait raconter qu’il traversait l’Univers, à chaque fois qu’il prenait le large sur le grand fleuve, par un ciel étoilé. Comme si, l’Univers lui-même, était contenu dans son microcosme.
Le merveilleux lui suffisait, ici même… parfois avec un télescope pointé vers le ciel. Il avait conscience de la vastitude du monde et notre fragilité immense. Il se savait un homme chanceux de parcourir ce monde chatoyant, et il acceptait, avec modestie, la part de mystère qui lui était caché.
Traverser l’univers, disait-il, c’est un voyage enchanté qui commence en soi et se poursuit ici avec le chant des baleines, des bélugas, des oiseaux de mer… et les battements du coeur de la mer, de sa Terre. Ce soir là, en revenant au port, il fit jouer la chanson Across the Universe* sur son modeste lecteur audio, en souhaitant que rien ne change dans son monde. * (Beatles- John Lennon)
Patrice photographiste, Extraits de Poësia — Une Oydyssée vitale (livre à paraître)
N.B Mes images ne sont pas conçues ou générées par des Intelligences artificielles. Il s'agit d'un travail artisanal dont je suis l'auteur.
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“The curse of men is never to be satisfied with what he is. " (Sylvain Tesson, Un été avec Homère, French edition)
THE FABULOUS JOURNEY
The man, in the small boat, liked to say that he crossed the Universe each time he took off on the big river by a starry sky. As, if the Universe itself was contained in its microcosm.
The marvellous was enough for him, right here… sometimes with a telescope pointed towards the sky. He was aware of the vastness of the world and our immense fragility.
He knew he was a lucky man to travel through this shimmering world, and he was accepting, with modesty, the part of the mystery that was hidden from him.
Crossing the Universe, he said, is an enchanted journey that begins in oneself and continues here with the song of whales, belugas, seabirds... and the beating of the heart of the sea, of its Earth. That evening, returning to port, he listened to the song Across the Universe* on his modest player, hoping that nothing would change in his world. * (Beatles - John Lennon)
Patrice photographiste, Excerpts from Poësia, A Vital Odyssey (book to be published)
N.B. My images are not designed or generated by artificial intelligences. This is an artisanal work of which I am the author.
After having been immersed in metropolitan life in several countries and continents I have gotten to the conclusion that I very much prefer these kind of skylines and canyons above urban ones. Each to their own, I know :)
(english follow)
Les ciels de Poësia
Je marche, sans but, sur une vaste étendue de neige sans relief
Et mon ombre me suit de près
Comme si elle était effrayée de se trouver là, avec comme seul repère
Cet arbre décharné, planté là comme un épouvantail
Face à la vastitude de l’univers.
Qui sait où ce sentier conduit?
Il n’y a rien d’humain ici
Sauf … ce ciel imaginé qui vous hypnotise.
Dans le monde imaginaire de Poësia, le ciel n’est pas au-dessus de nous, il est en nous.
Voyez-le plutôt comme un immense miroir qui réfléchit les émotions tapies dans l’âme de son créateur.
Les poètes ont écrit de bien jolis mots au sujet du ciel.
Ils le décrivent, avec lyrisme, comme « un océan bleuté à l’envers du monde »
Ou comme « la robe dont s’habillent le jour et la nuit ».
Mais les ciels de Poësia ne sont sont pas des réalités physiques
Comme cette voûte étoilée qui guidait, jadis, les voyageurs.
Les ciels de Poësia sont un langage, une émotion traduisant la sérénité ou la colère, la douceur ou la force, la peur ou la confiance.
En visitant Poësia, ne cherchez pas de futiles repères dans ces ciels improbables
Essayez plutôt de les ressentir…
Qui sait où ce sentier conduit?
Seul le temps le sait
Je vous le dis en toute confiance.
Patrice photographiste
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Skies of Poësia
I walk aimlessly over a vast expanse of snow without relief
And my shadow follows me closely
As if she was afraid of being there, with only one point of reference,
This emaciated tree, planted there like a scarecrow
Faced with the vastness of the universe.
Who knows where this path leads?
There is nothing human here
Except ... this imaginary sky that mesmerizes you
In the imaginary world of Poësia, the sky is not above us, it is within us.
See it rather as a huge mirror that reflects the emotions lurking in the soul of its creator.
Poets have written very nice words about the sky.
They describe it, with lyricism, as "a blue ocean on the other side of the world"
Or like "the dress that we wear day and night".
But the skies of Poësia are not physical realities
Like that starry vault that once ago guided travellers.
The skies of Poësia are a language, an emotion translating serenity or anger, gentleness or strength, fear or confidence.
While visiting Poësia, do not look for futile landmarks in these improbable skies
Rather try to feel them ...
Who knows where this path leads?
Only time knows
I tell you that with confidence.
Patrice photographiste