Don’t you like those lazy summer days
Where going out for a stroll means
Leaving the trail of uncertainties
Behind, enjoy life’s miracle and
Exquisite grace, unfold at
Its own pace…
Tag Archives: magic through photography
The sun has lost itself among the bushes
Brushed against the branches leaving a
Trail of light on its way…
Shells are a passion that comes as an aftermath
Of the grain, wind, foam, the light & sounds…
I managed to find a concave of forgiveness & peace
To perceive art in refuse but when discovering some
Pay a heavy fine… sadness & compassion floods in
Yet is accompanied by the understanding that nature
Prevails, all it needs is a thumbs up & a bit of trust
In its recovery.
P.S I have taken these photos in about three different times so the fish was in one batch & the bird in another.
I’m mentioning what might seem a detail but is not… the situation was not so bad as to have found it all at once
and the pleasure in the other pictures far exceeded hence my belief in nature prevailing.
Nature is beautiful, with it we can live… in its true sense of the word. I must say that I got a few laughs out of passerby’s when they saw me crawling on four with waves catching me by surprise for the shell photos 🙂
I found this on a magical visit to Dordrecht-Holland (that’ll be for another post :)) thinking it was artificial with all its layers and different shades but soon realized it was very real!
I have a slight problem… I have no idea how it’s called and tried unsuccessfully to look it up on the internet… does anyone have that kind of knowledge, name,origin and if it’s natural or manipulated?
I just got a wonderful blogger http://ladybluerose.wordpress.com/ who gave me the name so with the courtesy of Wikipedia I’m giving you more information…
It is really ironical that I used Passiflora in homeopathy, Spagyric solutions and you name it but had never seen the photo of that flower 🙂
Passiflora, known also as the passion flowers or passion vines, is a genus of about 500 species of flowering plants, the namesakes of the family Passifloraceae. They are mostly vines, with some being shrubs, and a few species being herbaceous. For information about the fruit of the passiflora plant, see passionfruit. The monotypic genus Hollrungia seems to be inseparable from Passiflora, but further study is needed.
The family Passifloraceae has a pantropical distribution. Passiflora itself is absent from Africa, where many other members of the family Passifloraceae occur (e.g. the more plesiomorphic Adenia).
Nine species of Passiflora are native to the USA, found from Ohio to the north, west to California and south to the Florida Keys. Most other species are found in South America, Eastern Asia, and Southern Asia, New Guinea, four or more species in Australia and a single endemic species in New Zealand. New species continue to be identified: for example, P. pardifolia and P. xishuangbannaensis have only been known to the scientific community since 2006 and 2005, respectively.
For further information here’s the link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Passiflora
“Ascoltare e ripetere” is something I have heard very often twenty five years ago in my three years of Italian language studies. This poem was probably lying in my subconscious because the first words that popped into my minds for this poem was Ascoltare e scrivere which was not far from the classical audio tape’s repetitive phrase… as a result, it’s the first time I’m writing a poem in three languages. I hope the Italian version is correct, it took me some time to polish it 🙂
Let me know!
Listen & write the
Emotions that makes
The beating of your
Heart the quiver of
Your body as the
Fallen leaf from
The tree sinking
Back to earth in
Ascoltare e scrivere
Le emozioni che rende
Il battito del tuo
Cuore la faretra
Del tuo corpo come
La foglia caduta
Di nuovo a terra in
Una rinascita perpetua
Ecouter et écrire
Les émotions qui
battement de ton
Coeur le frémissement
De ton corps comme
La feuille tombée
De l’arbre faisant
Naufrage vers la
Terre dans une
Sun to sun
Cheek to cheek
Bright and alight
Facing your alike
A little spark
From a holiday
To its end
Like a blue sky
And a lazy day
After a long
Year of tenure
Out of my cubicle
I breathe the space
Given freely and
Generously to all