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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 :)
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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
a most glorious day at Seilebost beach on South Harris, isle of Lewis and Harris, Outer Hebrides. YES there ARE days like this in Scotland and they make the rest all worthwhile :))
Utterly amazing mountains of fantastic shapes and textures gracing the Southeast Icelandic landscape between Jokulsarlon glacier lagoon and the city of Hofn.
** Hi I hope everyone is well . I spent the past week on the Dorset Coast based in Swanage in a most comfortable rented house . Swanage is a fairly unpretentious seaside town but it is a good base to explore Dorset .The headline news is that that it was warm and sunny for the full ten days the umbrella was never unfurled and the jumper stayed in the case.
It was our first full weeks holiday in England since 1979 and also our first visit to Dorset. . Given all that is going on right now it was great just to get away from the usual routines for a spell . We both felt much better for it we did a lot of walking but also managed to dine in some excellent restaurants . The highlight was certainly seeing some of the Jurassic coast and the spectacular cliffs that form part of it .
While Dorset and indeed much of England is very beautiful and full of superb historical sites the main problem for me is that there are always too many people and too many cars particularly in Southern England. Visitors from North America must get a shock when they visit given the scale and vastness of the landscapes in their countries . I suppose that is why we tend to go to the coast in winter when it is quieter. I will be very glad when we can visit France again were there always feels like there is more space and driving in France apart from Paris is so easy compared to the UK .
The shot was taken looking across Swanage Bay towards the town the wooden structure in the middle of the shot is the rather attractive Victorian pier .
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ANYONE MAKING MULTIPLE FAVES WITHOUT COMMENTS WILL SIMPLY BE BLOCKED
Icelandic landscape near Thingvellir National Park, where hot springs and a rift valley denounce the intense volcanic activity going on hidden under rock, ice and snow.
A study on Hebridean textures at Seilebost beach on the Outer Hebrides island of South Harris. The immensity of the place is truly mind-boggling.
Our arrival at Iceland's magnificent Westfjords happened like this. Go on the breaks, jump out of the campervan and look for your jaw which has just dropped to the floor ... ;) :D
Eastern view of the Western pasture - the southwest ranges hover over the lonely outpost.
Happy Sliders Sunday!
Und immer wieder mal ein kleiner Ausflug zurück nach Island...
And every now and then a little trip back to Iceland ...
We speak of "Alpengluehn" in German when a sunset turns the snow-capped peaks of the Alpen in a fiery, reddish glow. This was the first time I saw something similar in Iceland during a beginning sunset.
Remembering Holland
Thinking of Holland
I see wide rivers
slugging through
limitless low-lying land,
lines of implausibly
gauzy poplars
like feathered plumes
in far distances stand;
and sunken away
in the formidable vastness
the farmsteads
scattered are found,
tree clumps, villages,
pollarded steeples
churches and elms
in one great design bound.
the sky hangs low there
and in grey vapours of
colour
the sun there
is slowly blurred,
and in all the regions
the voice of the water
with its eternal disasters
is dreaded and heard.
H. Marsman
Translation: Paul Vincent
Beacon Island Resort, in the heart of the picturesque Garden Route region, is one of the Western Cape’s premier holiday destinations. This award-winning Plettenberg Bay hotel and resort offers natural forests, mountains, sun-kissed beaches, and the vastness of the ocean – the ideal relaxing getaway for the entire family.
Remembering Holland
Thinking of Holland
I see wide rivers
slugging through
limitless low-lying land,
lines of implausibly
gauzy poplars
like feathered plumes
in far distances stand;
and sunken away
in the formidable vastness
the farmsteads
scattered are found,
tree clumps, villages,
pollarded steeples
churches and elms
in one great design bound.
the sky hangs low there
and in grey vapours of
colour
the sun there
is slowly blurred,
and in all the regions
the voice of the water
with its eternal disasters
is dreaded and heard.
H. Marsman
Translation: Paul Vincent