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While the sun is merciless bringing asphalt and concrete in the cities to glow, here at the waterfall called Eistobel in the allgäu alps You find a realy relaxed climate. On its way through the rocks, the river (Upper Argen) is spreading a soft spray mist what is uniting with a cool wisp of wind under the trees. This is a perfect aircondition. Besides that the rustling and murmeling of the water has also a calming yes allmost a hypnitic effect. More to this beautiful place soon.
Während die Sonne unbarmherzig Beton und Asphalt in den Städten zum Glühen bringen, herscht hier am Eistobel im Allgäu ein entspanntes Klima. Bei seinem Weg durch die Felsen verteilt der Fluß (Oberer Argen) einen sanften Spühnebel, der sich mit dem leichten und kühlen Wind unter dem Blätterdach vermischt. Die perfekte Klimaanlage. Ganz nebenbei hat das Rauschen und Murmeln das Wassers auch noch eine beruhigende, ja fast hypnotische Wirkung. Mehr zu diesem wunderschönen Ort gibt es ein anderes mal.
AMSTERDAM, Light Festival - all living things emit energy. Trees do this too. WISP of the French collective Pitaya, makes this energy which are usually invisible, visible. The energy transition is visible through bundles of light. The trees along the canals of Amsterdam are proud as enlightened guardians while the light wisps of a dynamic light ballet forms. The magical celebration of the fragile and dynamic allure of nature can be seen from the water, where a magnificent reflection in the water. To the country guarded WISP the border between water and land.
AMSTERDAM, Light Festival - Alle levende wezens zenden energie uit. Bomen doen dit ook. WISP van het Franse collectief Pitaya, maakt deze energie die gewoonlijk onzichtbaar is, zichtbaar. De energietransitie wordt zichtbaar door bundels van licht. De bomen langs de Amsterdamse grachten staan trots als verlichte wachters terwijl de lichtslierten een dynamisch lichtballet vormen. De magische viering van de fragile en dynamische allure van de natuur kan vanaf het water worden gezien, waar een schitterende reflectie in het water ontstaat. Aan het land bewaakt WISP de grens tussen water en land.
"If we were always conscious of the fact that people precious to us are frighteningly mortal, hanging not even by a thread, but by a wisp of gossamer, perhaps we would be kinder to them and more grateful for the love and friendship they give to us." ~ Dean Koontz
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This is the result of one of my "experiments" with the macro lens. The flower is a peony that I found at a local park.
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The same misty evening when I had to search the fields for my bike in absolute fog in darkness. Worth it.
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"If you can live the beauty of the misty mornings, you are the king, you are the queen!"
~ Mehmet Murat Ildan
Taken Saterday, during a sunny, but still a bit misty morning.
A lovely view of the area where I live.
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For some reason this colour blue always sends me deep into my cache of memories.
Bulrushes were a gleeful find when I was young and left to amuse myself outdoors for the whole day. Soft, furry, I would snap off a stalk, marvelling at the shape and feel of its hide. It would travel with me for the rest of the day, cherished and enjoyed like a newfound pet.