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Dans le silence du ciel d’hiver, elle élève une prière sans mots !
Ce n’est pas un cadeau qu’elle espère, mais une réponse, enfin peut‑être …
Quelque chose d’invisible qu’elle sent lui manquer, sans savoir vraiment quoi !
C’est la “demande de Noël”, celle qu’on confie au vide en croyant qu’il écoute …
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In the stillness of the winter sky, she raises a wordless prayer !
It isn’t a gift she longs for, but perhaps an answer . ..
Something unseen she feels missing, though she cannot say what !
It is the Christmas request, whispered to the void, believing it hears …
credit : Nikon Z
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She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing "yes" into the sky.
The theme wordless suits the recent cold foggy mornings as everything seems silent. Happy wordless Mosaic Montage Monday. A montage of 2 photos
I do like the Simon and Garfunkel song - Sounds of Silence. www.google.com/search?q=sounds+of+silence+lyrics&rlz=...
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I really liked the authenticity of this guy… the cool, quiet way in which he wordlessly allowed himself to be photographed. I showed him this picture and he asked me to send it to him… which of course I did.
The night moved like a song only one of them could hear.
One danced, wild and weightless, as if the concrete were a stage and the streetlights her spotlight.
The other sat still, thumb scrolling, eyes fixed on a world held behind glass.
There was rhythm in the distance between them.
Laughter that might have been shared.
A bottle left sweating on stone.
A friendship paused—briefly, wordlessly—while the city shimmered behind them.
Cologne after dark. When motion and stillness make their quiet claims.
Dear friends, I had not been able to set a photographic session - i.e. "a sunrise session" - for a long time. Ironically, when the opportunity came, I was not prepared - nonetheless I made my best efforts to seize it. Having no time to scout for a new location, I resorted to my favourite enchanted garden - a small, peaceful corner of land along the valley of the river Adda: just downstream Lake Como, just before the river enters the Padan Plain - a handful of meanders and a plot of wetlands where secret, ancient words spiral in the air along with the breaths of the river and the earth.
As the sky was slowly brightening a dense, shapeless mist rose from the river - a precious feature of the location, but... well, it looked too dense that morning. Every hint of detail was engulfed and nullified by that milky, glowing nothingness. However I shot a lot of bracketings, faintly hoping that in post-processing (thanks to the raw magic of RAW files) I would be able to make something emerge from that apparent nothingness. But, believe me, it was a bit frustrating - quite a poor day to seize, as an impudent voice kept repeating in the back of my mind.
The sun was already climbing above the horizon, largely ignoring both the frustrating blanket of fog hovering over the river and my little feelings about it - and lo!, suddenly the world was emerging all around me, like the restored backup of a long-forgotten dream. Golden rays started playing all around, piercing the ever changing veils of mist, feeling and unraveling the intricate textures of the trees. Then a glorious crown of light spread out just in front of me and for a while I was just the awed witness of an unfathomable dialogue between the river and the sun.
I have obtained this picture by blending an exposure bracketing [-1.3/0/+1.3 EV] by luminosity masks in the Gimp (EXIF data, as usual, refer to the "normal" exposure shot), then I added some final touches with Nik Color Efex Pro 4. Denoise with Nik Dfine 2.
Touched by Light
The light opens — warm, wordless, wide.
No need to chase the sky.
I bow to breath, to bones, to broom.
This moment is enough.
Abducted and taken prisoner to another galaxy, she had no hopes of ever returning home. She had become a blank, a wordless being, a hole in the universe. Only the memory of her lover, her savior kept her sane, but she knew there would be no saving this time, as she knew she was sentenced to live the rest of her life captive in a strange world without hopes of ever being rescued... HE never stopped looking, he swore he would find her, even if it meant spending the rest of his life traveling the universe. In his travels, he was drawn to this planet, feeling the powerful connection they shared, he knew he was not mistaken.. his heart racing, he got ready to enter one of the most hostile places in the universe... He battled the terrible beings, guided by his instinct runs into a cave, and there she was.. scared, weak and broken. SHE lifts her eyes, could not believe what she was seeing, maybe it was an illusion of her hopeful mind, then he walks up to her, lifts her frail body in his strong arms, carrying her out and whispers, "I never gave up... I've come to take you home".
-Charlotte Bronte
Taken through the viewfinder of an oldie but goodie....1947 Kodak Duaflex II Camera! :)
Archéologue de l’oubli, il reconstruit nos souvenirs endommagés par le temps.
Il renomme les oubliés et répare la mémoire.
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Within without is a major Skyspace by American artist James Turrell, one of his largest and most complex to date. Light is Turrell’s medium, and his Skyspace is a viewing chamber that affects the way we perceive the sky. Commissioned by the National Gallery of Australia, Canberra, Within without is located in the Gallery’s new Australian Garden on the south side of the building.
My work is about space and the light that inhabits it. It is about how you confront that space and plumb it with vision. It is about your seeing, like the wordless thought that comes from looking into fire. — James Turrell
i was at the plaza mayor in madrid, a cold drink in the warmth of a café. i’d stepped away for a moment, just a quick visit to the washroom. on my way back, i saw him - of the men behind the bar, leaning against a black wall, his profile lit faintly by the glow of the room. he had tattoos that spoke of stories, a dragon curled along his skull, fierce and intricate. i asked for a portrait; he nodded, wordless.
against that dark background, his face carried the weight of something unspoken, his dragon looking out as if guarding secrets. the café buzzed around us, oblivious. in that moment, it felt like the world paused for this frame, this story etched in ink and light.
no sound emerges, but a heartbeat
we cast ourselves into the deep
to find there is no anchor.
No rules that won't be broken.
Limits and boundaries erected and abandoned
For the sake of the loss we dare not feel.
shut up, don't listen, hear what you prefer.
It matters not.
It'll come for what you gave it.
Tricoteuse d’espoir, elle réchauffe nos froids intérieurs. A l’aide de ses couvertures, elle propose à chacun un peu de réconfort.
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a VORTEX formed from the altar. It began to swirl around, faster and faster picking up speed, a wordless tone hummed deep inside it's belly. Startled by it but not so unaccustomed to this strange phenomenon, she looked inside, knowing a message was about to be delivered, as she had received one only three days before. The last one came with a warning, images of demonic creatures on horseback were in battle. Again she saw these images but this time much clearer. There were many people in a village running for their lives. A castle drawbridge was rising up, men and women could be seen pulling it's chains desperately trying to close it's entrance...She wondered why she could see these images and if this was something that was happening now....she had not realised she had been watching these images for some time now. Her eyes bulged and she transcended into a trance-like state. Reaching over to touch the images and without warning, she was whisked inside.
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I lay the bricks, each wordless stone a weight,
Mortar thick with silence, sealing in my fate.
The scaffold groans with verses never said,
Dreams entombed beneath the walls I’ve bled.
The hotel stands proud, but hollow in its frame,
No stanza carved, no fire to bear my name.
If only ink had hardened in my hand,
Not this cold clay that buries what I planned.
(A work site in 2017 Now Vintry & Mercer a Luxury 5 Star Hotel is nestled at the heart of the City, among the livery halls, guilds and narrow streets that line the banks of the Thames.)
Dans son cirque de la peur, il dompte nos frayeurs. Bêtes étranges et sauvages, il dresse nos peurs pour qu’elles deviennent moins terrifiantes.
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32. the truth of the rose
I gaze at your beauty and I’m numb
I cannot describe it… I stare and I notice
the innumerable folds, circles, softness, colours,
fragrance and am spellbound until
I am drawn again to the epicenter of your
gaze. “I am obsessed with completions” he
once said… the one I lost and must find.
And I know
this is vital – I play with
something fundamental, Platonic… I have always let
the truth of the rose prevail, while I flee from the invitation
she offers… “come with me, into my gaze” she smiles, “and I will
take you to the machine shop of truth, beauty, goodness,
where the great master of the universe demonstrates his
carpentry of souls, new and damaged, until they shine and fly to
their rightful place. And, all the while, the fathermother
from some nearby room sings the truth of the
universe and blesses, while the spirit, the holiest spirit
soars – goes and comes, comes and goes to the machine
shop, releasing souls to the brotherson’s carpentry for
repair and delivery to new homes.
“Oh, do come,” the beautytruth urges, “you do not have to
stay. Come for a vision. There have been few since John and
Hildegard. You’ll see so much you can’t put into your words (all
words are understood here). It will live wordless in your soul,
sustaining you.”
She sings songs hymns in praise of the absolutes of the universe –
O come and see your home of many mansions…
starsborn, infinity, black holes
eclipses, full moons, setting suns
meteors in verdant greens and fullblooded reds
sprinkling this milkyway
O come and kneel…
and fades away…
I step to that dark abyss, the centre, and
dive.
[writing from orchids and neurons]
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As I set out to seek the moon,
to capture the glowing sunlight,
My turn still lay far in the future,
I was dreaming of tomorrow.
All I ask is a single friend,
A companion by my side,
It makes no difference where she's from,
from land or sea or mist.
For where she is, this friend of mine,
Wherever she is roaming,
The waves will grow calm at my command,
The spray sink into silence.
These are the winds that will bear her to me,
These skies will be watching o'er her.
Wherever she is roaming,
Wherever my treasure lies hidden.
Fly hither, little bird on high,
Come hither, my feathered friend.
To this nameless headland lonely,
To my wordless island here.
Värttinä
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Lorsque la Lessiveuse a extrait nos malheurs, il est là pour pêcher l’espoir et le rendre au monde.
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"Consider the other kingdoms. The
trees, for example, with their mellow-sounding
titles: oak, aspen, willow.
Or the snow, for which the peoples of the north
have dozens of words to describe its
different arrivals. Or the creatures, with their
thick fur, their shy and wordless gaze. Their
infallible sense of what their lives
are meant to be. Thus the world
grows rich, grows wild, and you too,
grow rich, grow sweetly wild, as you too
were born to be."
~ Mary Oliver
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This coffee shop regular stands on the corner of the building with his little cardboard sign facing the drive-through traffic.
Like many cities and towns in first world nations we have a large homeless population; they are divided into two groups: one is drug dependent, the other are clean. He is in the second group.
I observed for awhile as people bought him coffee and food, sometimes giving him a little cash.
It was nearing closing time and he gathered his empty cups and food wrappers, depositing them in a nearby waste bin. He briefly glanced my way with a wordless inquiry - I shook my head. He was well cared for tonight, so I'll wait for another day.
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Week 11: Silhouette
"i love the abstract, delicate, profound, vague, voluptuously wordless sensation of living ecstatically."
Anais Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller
for December 09 MSH: "Oh, the weather outside is frightful.."
Actually I have to say that the weather in SF is typically not frightful.. or rarely that bad.. so I was at a bit of a loss for this category. Was going to do some fun snow stuff in picnik.. but then thought his expression kinda fit with the phrase... :) Not the rest of the song by any stretch.. but oh well.... :)
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