And all you need is rain (Trees 6. Final) 3.6.2013

And all YOU need…
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This is the final of a series…The end of a photo collection carefully chosen for a project very close to my heart, the tree project.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did bringing it to completion.

And all you need is rain
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The artist clamors your abstract
Your depiction of natural history
Monet invents the layout of his …
The picnicker requests your stool
The bird liens a nest.
The parking lot… A division
Towns, parks, solicitate your flourish
And all you need is drops of rain.

…is rain!
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Impressionism
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Monet invents…
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The picnicker’s stool
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The bird liens a nest
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The parking lot
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Flourish in town
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Town, parks soliciting…
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When your eyes fog up –Prose- With French original text as- Quand tes yeux s’embuent-1992 adjusted January 2013

when your eyes fog up
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When your eyes fog up
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Your wish,
To expel
All thoughts.
You address yourself
In a whirlwind of anger
And frustration
Search again and always
The appeal of absolute
Contentment,
Never to find it.

You ferret about
In the nooks and crannies
Hoping to discover
A mislaid sample…
Leaving no suspicion.
Exploiting all possibilities
Where we do not see it,
Where we do, precisely.
When your eyes fog up,
With consuming and invasive

Images,
It is difficult not to think,
Succumb,
To conflicting feelings…
What’s with the futility
Of this life.
The derision and reason
For existence.
You seek the strength
Of oblivion. The continuation

Of these gestures seemingly
Useless or devoid of interest
But forming a moment,
A life… indispensable
To your survival…
You thank the universe,
You trust and continue
Your way laboriously,
For you, your family and
This world so radiant, majestic

And noble that surrounds you.
Everything that breathes
Around you.

In you.
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Quand tes yeux s’embuent
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Ton souhait
Faire le vide.
Tu t’adresses
Dans un tourbillon
De colère
et frustration.
Tu cherches encore et toujours
L’attrait d’un contentement
absolu.
Ne le trouvant jamais.

Tu fouines
Dans les recoins
Espérant découvrir
Un échantillon égarer…
Ne laissant aucun soupçon,
Exploitant toutes les possibilités.
Là où on ne le voit pas,
Là où on le voit justement.
Quand tes yeux s’embuent
D’images accaparantes

Et envahissantes
Il est difficile de ne pas penser,
Succomber
Aux sentiments contradictoires…
A quoi rîme la futilité
De cette vie.
La dérision et le pourquoi
De l’existence.
Tu cherches la force
De l’oubli. La continuation

De ces gestes paraissant
Inutile ou dénué d’intérêt
Mais formant un moment,
Une vie… Indispensable
A ta survie…
Tu remercies l’univers,
Tu as confiance et continues
Laborieusement ton chemin,
Pour toi, ta famille et
Ce monde si rayonnant, majestueux

Et noble qui t’entoure.
Tout ce qui respire
Autour de toi.

En toi.