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{Monologue of Nature}
After a long absence, here I´m to present to you a set of images and the first one is this "Monologue of Nature". Every component within this picture talks to himself: the clouds, the reflection the sun, the color tones, the waves and rocks.. just a permanent monologue that give us a theatrical scene and a complete story emphasizing the creativity of the author ..
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{مونولوج الطبيعة}
بعد الغياب الطويل نعود لكم بمجموعة من الصور وأولها مونولوج الطبيعة, فكل مكون داخل هذه الصورة يتحدث مع نفسه من الغيوم وانعكاس الشمس والتدرج اللوني الى امواج البحر وحديثها الدائم مع الصخور كل تكون مشهدا مسرحيا وقصة كاملة تؤكد ابداع مؤلفها
Mostafa Hamad
مصطفى حمد
Camera:Canon IXUS 110 IS
08/05/2012 16:53:00
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next image of my morning series...
hope you like it..
if not...there are so many nice pictures in explore ;)))
have a nice weekend...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JctlDkfved0
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انظر إنه الحزن..
والحزن يستحق الاهتمام.. كالفرح..
اسمع حزنك.. إذ يصرخ أو يبكي أو يستنجد كي يبوح بأسرار الحدث..
حاور حزنك.. إذ يقنعك بالذبول وتقنعه بالتفتح..
عانق حزنك.. إذ يجلس كطفل وحيد في زوايا الشعور المعتم..
سامر حزنك.. قد يتلون الرماد.. وينكشف الأفق..
راقص حزنك.. قد تتسع الزوايا.. ويتسرب العتم من شقوق النوافذ المطلية بغباء الجدار..
فاجئ حزنك.. بحديقة زرقاء.. وأزهار بنفسجية.. سمها بأسماء الحزن.. واجعلها من جمال الليالي الحزينة..
علب حزنك.. بعلبة نظيفة.. بلا أقفال.. ارسم فوقها غيمة وزهرة.. وأطراف سهول..
ثم ضع العلبة فوق رف من رفوف القلب.. واسمح للحزن باللقاء والتنفس كلما اشتاق إليك..
ولعل الفرح يزهر.. ويبني فوق الأفق حديقة.. تراها بين يديك..
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محمد تيسير الحموي
I hate what I see. I'm angry. Don't listen to London anymore. Refuse to be a mere appendix to 'market forces'. Don't want to constantly reconstruct my identity and my life in line with 'globalisation'. Don't want to be a looser all the time. Who is going to tell me what I want to hear? Tell me who I truly am? Give me certainty, and a purpose! Give me a hammer, and I will kick them! I will believe and follow you, destruction or not. Hate is my capital.
I don't mind getting old. It has been a real privilege so far (and sometimes is a bl... nuisance too). I found so much love in my life and gave back less than I should have. One of the reasons why I can't get used to this face! Reminding me all the time of the limitations and constraints this treacherous self is imposing on whatever could be me. Could I have a different face? I can't get used to the one I have got. I can't, I don't and I won't.
"The centripetal force on our planet is still fearfully strong, Alyosha. I have a longing for life, and I go on living in spite of logic. Though I may not believe in the order of the universe, yet I love the sticky little leaves as they open in spring. I love the blue sky, I love some people, whom one loves you know sometimes without knowing why. I love some great deeds done by men, though I've long ceased perhaps to have faith in them, yet from old habit one's heart prizes them. Here they have brought the soup for you, eat it, it will do you good. It's first-rate soup, they know how to make it here. I want to travel in Europe, Alyosha, I shall set off from here. And yet I know that I am only going to a graveyard, but it's a most precious graveyard, that's what it is! Precious are the dead that lie there, every stone over them speaks of such burning life in the past, of such passionate faith in their work, their truth, their struggle and their science, that I know I shall fall on the ground and kiss those stones and weep over them; though I'm convinced in my heart that it's long been nothing but a graveyard. And I shall not weep from despair, but simply because I shall be happy in my tears, I shall steep my soul in emotion. I love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky — that's all it is. It's not a matter of intellect or logic, it's loving with one's inside, with one's stomach."
- *Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
Tchinares | Armand Amar
"The music is playing so cheerfully, it's so full of high spirits that one wants to stay alive. Oh God... Oh God... The time will come when we will be gone forever, we will be forgotten, our faces, our voices, and even how many of us there were. But our suffering will be transformed into happiness for those who live after us, peace and contentment will cover the earth, and they will remember and bless with kind words all those who live now. My dearest, dearest sisters, our life is still not finished. We will go on living. The music is playing so happily, so cheerfully, that it seems, in just a little time, we will know why we live, and why there is all this suffering… If only we could know... If only we could know...."
- Anton Chekhov "The Three sisters"
Location: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Templemore%20City/246/121/31
Here is the view I went to capture in Iceland. It is a truly beautiful spot, but it was ruined for me by photographers being I suppose people. I hiked out before dawn the weather report was for sun the weather report in Iceland was never right but then the weather seam so local changeable by that I mean local to around 100 meters or so! Anyways I hiked out to this amazing spot I’d read about seen so many pictures of, I was the first one there I set up started taking a few shots .Just as the light was about to get interesting from nowhere carloads of photographers ruck up at surround me hedged in far enough I’ve got my spot. It’s fair game anyone can come and do this no problem then some start setting up in front of me and probably all the other ones as well! Now call me old fashioned but that’s just rude! We are all there with the same cause. So here is the image with the rude people photoshopped out lol. And please forgive my giving off about photographers! It’s a bit like complaining about traffic we are traffic… One thing it forced me off road which was a good thing to start finding spots that people didn't go to and thats when I realy started to enjoy Iceland!
A lucky tree.
In a rock.
In deepest darkest Yorkshire.
'The youths descended in their multiples.
The surroundings were narrated and punctuated by the over inflated utterings and controlled laughter of people watchers.
The man who wandered without plan nor perception collected the light though a witchcraft incantation called... A smart phone.
My new favourite tree.
It must have been nothing but a strand of green potential the last time these rocks were last visited.
Eleven years ago.
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