~ Passage to Beauty ~
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Exploring the various passages at the Baths in Virgin Gorda was a blast. I wish I was there now as this is one of my all time favorite places to spend an hour - day - week, etc.
A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading.
― William Styron
This image is for my friend, Chris. Her amazing photography is here : www.flickr.com/photos/97556096@N06
***** Todos piensan en cambiar el mundo, pero nadie piensa en cambiarse a sí mismo.
***** Everybody thinks of changing the world, but nobody thinks of changing themselves.
Cape Otway Lighthouse, Great Ocean Road, Victoria, Australia. At the southern tip of the continent guiding the ships into safe passage to the city of Melbourne ca. 100 kms (62 miles) away. It was established in 1848 on these towering sea cliffs 90 metres above where Bass Straight (between the Australian mainland and the island Australian state of Tasmania) and the Southern Ocean merge (which goes on down to the Antarctica).
The photo also suggests an analogy for safe passage through the turbulent 'waters' of the current pandemic and wishes you hope and light at the end of the tunnel.
🎧 Wild Ocean Waves - calm, meditation, nature: www.youtube.com/watch?v=PuY5BHHfLhA
🎧 Safe Passage theme (here, outer space ('Interstellar') but could be wild oceans, pandemics, anything): www.youtube.com/watch?v=UDVtMYqUAyw&list=RDUDVtMYqUAy...
🎧 Ex Nihilo (Plankton Planet): soundcloud.com/oceanvsorientalis/iv-plankton-planet
Canon EOS 7D Mark II, Tamron 16-300mm lens
Through one passage two hearts enter... through the other they emerge together as one.
One can almost hear the wedding bells echoing through the soft mist at Rosewood Isle where beauty abounds and romance fills the air.
A cold and lonely location, but still magical in its own way. Out yonder in Lake Superior, Michigan.
Quartering the topmost branches of one of the tall trees, an invisible bird was striving to make the day seem shorter, exploring with a long-drawn note the solitude that pressed it on every side, but it received at once so unanimous an answer, so powerful a repercussion of silence and of immobility, that one felt it had arrested for all eternity the moment which it had been trying to make pass more quickly.
― Marcel Proust