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Horses & sea… life’s canvas when words do not suffice


Horse art... ©copyright2014owpp

Horse art…
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I have always been fascinated by three powerful forces of nature (among others but those are my favorite) horses, dolphins and the sea but as the second is inaccessible to me unless I go to these infamous shows, I content myself with the two which is why I have come up today with the best of my collection in the hope it’ll speak to you as much as it did to me when I picked up my lens.
It is what I do when trying to convey what words cannot, when they do not suffice…
But the ultimate in my eyes would be to immortalize the same moments with them galloping in the wild.
It is indeed a beautiful & soothing visualization exercise 😉

A important detail:
The photos were taken on the spur of a magical moment, there was no setting of scenery.

Which one do you elect as your favorite?

Shapes, colors, waves & solitude... ©copyright2014owpp

Shapes, colors, waves & solitude…
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Pausing at endless horizons... ©copyright2014owpp

Pausing at endless horizons…
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Picture perfect! ©copyright2014owpp

Picture perfect!
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Regenerating  batteries :) ©copyright2014owpp

Regenerating batteries 🙂
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Busy shores & humor... this reminded me of "March of the penguins" ©copyright2014owpp

Busy shores & humor… this reminded me of “March of the penguins”
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Blue haze at sunset ©copyright2014owpp

Blue haze at sunset
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Last but not least...Tones rapidly changing ©copyright2014owpp

Last but not least…Tones rapidly changing
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Tracks Movie CLIP #1 (2013) – Mia Wasikowska Movie HD


I watched this last night & found myself captivated by the simplicity & ingenuity of this film.
You forget about the complications we have created in our lives & get down to the core which is
simply living in the now & getting on with it.
All in all, it’s so refreshing to the soul that I would recommend everyone to see it 🙂

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Published on 26 Aug 2013
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Tracks Movie CLIP #1 (2013) – Mia Wasikowska Movie HD

A young woman goes on a 1,700 mile trek across the deserts of West Australia with her four camels and faithful dog.

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Have I been cloned


Are you following me ©copyright2014owpp

Are you following me
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This shot came as a surprise, it was only after I had taken it that I noticed the remarkable resemblance between the three so, I’m posting this to gratify the day with a sparkle of humor 🙂

(2 Hour Nature Relaxation Video) A Day in Big Sur, California 1080p Relaxation Video Pure Nature


A quick post I could not resist of a video I just found, on mesmerizing sea waves in a spectacular nature spot this time, in California. (The last one was in the Carribeans)
It is one of the rare places of untouched and totally wild nature we have today… a pleasure to the eye.
I love the idea of being able to visit the world from our own home and be lulled into a state of blissful stupor 🙂

Enjoy it and take the time to indulge when things get too much for you or even when it doesn’t…. just for the fun of pampering yourself!

Published on Mar 10, 2013
Download this video for relaxation on any device: http://www.naturerelaxation.com/produ… | Calm your nerves and relax your senses with this ultra relaxing, super high resolution visual journey through the heart of the iconic Big Sur coast. You’ll see never before filmed angles of McWay Falls, as well as pristine views of McWay cove and the surrounding coast. Watch as the afternoon light slowly starts getting golden and then fades into a deep orange sunset as seen from King Point.

Designed for extended relaxation, especially for turning your TV into a relaxation window. This is the first of several feature length videos I will be producing for the Nature Relaxation 1080p player, coming soon;) If you’re interested in being one of the first to test it out, send me an email to naturerelaxation@gmail.com.

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Travel & Events
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Taking time and limiting my posts


Taking time... ©copyright2013owpp

Taking time…
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Summer is here full swing and I am going to take time with my family. I’ll be going on liking and reading your post which I always enjoy… They give me time to learn, ponder and collect a load of useful information.

I am thankful and very grateful to have found such a wonderful bunch of creative bloggers!
I will still post but only when it won’t take me away from my family.

Thanks and enjoy the sunshine!

Unusually striped jelly fish!


Unusual jelly fish ©copyright2013owpp

Unusual jelly fish
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We were strolling peacefully
Along the beach, wind blowing
Sun hibernating… When this
Jelly Fish caught our attention.
We swiftly “stole” the moment
Into our pocket of treasures,
Locking it safely in our prized
Collection…

Of family history.

The regular... ©copyright2013owpp

The regular…
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Authentic Holland-The port of my wandering 1989 Adjusted January 2013 with French original text. La Hollande authentique- Le port de mon errance.


Enkhuizen2010 ©copyright2013owpp

Enkhuizen2010
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Enkhuizen ©copyright2013owpp

Enkhuizen
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This poem was the result of an enchanting and memorable trip on Holland’s thin roads running along its canals. It obviously had to be adjusted but the words, emotion and kernel were kept. The photos are fairly recent.
Enjoy it!

Authentic Holland
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Earth and paradise
In this country
Peace in its nature
Green, blue so pure

Narrow roads
Water on all sides
Line of earth
Precarious but salutary

Solitude and tranquility
Propitious pleasures
Picture perfect
Grandiose and magnificent

Landing
From time to time
In small quaint villages
Reminiscing a fairy tale

One final flight
Grazing the ground
Ethereal scenery
Coasting the imaginary

Euphoria and sadness
Contradictory feelings
Belonging to an evening
Of nature in triumph

On the highway, tired
Feeling purified
Of buried anxieties
Hitherto asleep

Furrowing this beautiful country
Its character dazzles us

And we regain…

The Holland of our youth
The port of our wandering.

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La Hollande authentique
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Terre et paradis
Dans ce pays
Paix en sa nature
Vert, bleu si pur

Routes étroites
L’eau de toute part
Ligne de terre
Précaire mais salutaire

Solitude et tranquillité
Plaisirs propices
Tableau parfait
Grandiose et magnifique

Atterrissant
De temps en temps
Dans de petits villages coquets
Rappelant un conte de fée

Un dernier envol
Frôlant le sol
Paysage irréel
Côtoyant l’imaginaire

Euphorie et tristesse
Sensations contradictoires
N’appartenant qu’un soir
A une nature en allégresse

Sur l’autoroute, fatigué
Se sentant purifié
Des angoisses enfouies
Jusqu’ici endormies

Sillonnant ce beau pays
Son caractère nous ébloui

Et nous regagnons…

La Hollande de notre enfance
Le port de notre errance.

St. Moritz 2011 ( French poetry In it’s original text with translation in post below )


Oh! St. Moritz!

Oh! St. Moritz!

magic

magic

St. Moritz covered in white

St. Moritz covered in white

St. Moritz
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Lorsque je me promenais dans tes allées glacée,

Ô St. Moritz!

Le soleil brillait sur les flocons fraichement tombées
Soulignant sa forme pure et intacte
Tout blanc et aveuglant, crissant sous l’impact
De mes pas et je m’exclamais,

Ô St. Moritz!

Les arbres se prosternés, majestueusement
Sous le poids de cette substance cotonneuse
Impassible par la magie de son environnement
Témoin d’un lac allant et gelant
Soumise à la tomber d’une nuit frileuse

Et je priai, Ô St.Moritz!

Durant un mois j’ai habité ta forêt
M’invitant des heures durant à marcher
Mes compagnons furent le silence et l’enchantement
Pour cette plénitude de par le vent
Soufflant, soufflant, à travers ces arbres, à travers ces cimes

Et mon âme murmurait, Ô St. Moritz!

Certains t’ont piétiné, d’autres bafoué
Inconscient du privilège accordé, à cette societé
Blasée, fuyant un trop de tout
Mais retrouvant ces bruits incessants
Ce tumulte, ses lois et ses tabous

Chez toi, Ô St.Moritz!

Moi, je t’ai cajolé, rêvé et bercé
Enfoui au fond de mon coeur à travers ces années
En ésperant marier le tout à la réalité
Pour t’entendre chuchoter dans mes oreilles
Ou gronder en dévoilant tes merveilles

Et j’ai pleuré, Ô St. Moritz.

An interlude 2010 ( A special encounter with nature’s perfection )


This was a very special encounter with nature’s perfection, which I called…

Dark & crimson... ©copyright2013owpp

Dark & crimson…
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An interlude
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It is consumed and depleted that I take my car and drive the highway to reach the most exquisite ” nature spot “.

I avow. It’s not what you have in mind, when I call it by that name, but to me, it’s been the paradise I seek, when my body and soul need some healing. When it’s battered and drained from a festivity, a birth or just plain life.

It’s been twenty five years, I’ve been cradled, cushioned and protected by it’s relaxed surroundings.

I take the first exit. It slows my pace and introduces me to the quality, the heartbeat of earth. It is, by now, a ritual.The roads become narrower, cows graze the fields on either sides, houses get smaller…
I ride at my leisure passing a huge forest, the road darkening under the shadow of the tall, strong and sturdy trees. A minutes rest for my eyes against the glare of daylight and I’ve arrived at my destination.

I am greeted by a big splash of, light and dark grey ( the clouds! ) surrounded by different tones of green but, for the exception of a short straight line of dark crimson in the distance.
The lake is still. As in wait.Dark clouds loom low. Thunder rumbles in the distances.

We are, Sunday the ninth of May two thousand and ten.

The weather is perfect for me. I know I’ll have the park all to myself. People shy away from rain, whereas sunshine, makes me look for more isolated spaces. Armed with my umbrella, I take a purposeful stride and go on my usual itinerary. Which is,walking around the lake, starting on the right side.

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Calmness, descends upon my soul, and joy fills up to the brim. I take a deep breath and glance appreciatively at the willow trees, bowing down gracefully to natures caprice.
The surroundings invite me to loosen every nerve and muscle in my body. Tensions gradually dissipates.
I go on and find, a high and wide bush of dark pink Rhododendrons in full bloom, wishing I was a skillful painter to capture on a canvas those vivid colors. But instead, I ” fish ” out of my pocket a digital camera and seize natures imprints.

Every corner of this park is embedded with memories. Some very old and some fairly recent. Just a few feet away, I see myself twenty years ago on my due date, resting on the grass, dozing off, anticipation buried deep, in the upcoming birth of our son. Further on, I climb up, a trickle of a path and find myself perched on a man-made ridge and admire the full view of the lake and forest, remembering summer days when the weather is warm and the park “buzzed” with people as bees in a hive, and enjoying this setting being as remote as one could wish for. The ones staying long enough were those looking for what I’d come for and respected the veil of peace protecting it.

I could nearly call it my own.

I absorb this special moment of tranquility and go rushing down the other side of the slope, welcomed by the scents of, Pine trees, shrubs of Yew, Laurel, Thuja, Spruce and berberry in bloom dangling as orange bells or tear drops. Every color blending, one in another. Apple green to yellow, vivid and dark green…A small bush of white Rhododendrons lying low at the back, surprises the wondering gaze.
My eyes skip from one to the other, afraid of missing out a tint. A hue.

I feel like a child in a sweet shop. Wanting to take everything in sight, stuff it in my pockets or, treasure it in the folds of a precious well used book. But again, what I do is fill my digital, feed my ” chip ” with every shape imaginable, a delicate nerve on a leaf, a tone, a glow, a bark, and if it were possible, the passion felt for so much splendor, trapped within the chambers of my heart, now released and free to take whichever path it chooses.

I saunter along, feeling blessed as I see the dark clouds, gaping and letting escape from it’s grip, a strong beam of sunlight, flooding at my feet. I close my eyes in delight at the unexpected warmth crossing my eyelids, my face. This game of hide and seek, keeps recurring throughout the day.

Knowing this place as the palm of my hand, I realize, it’s the first time, I’ve ever seen it through this angle.
Every season has it’s moment. It comes, goes. We capture it and are the sole witnesses of this living magnificence.
The breathing pattern of nature is diverse. Dependable on many factors. One of them, man’s respect towards it.

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As I walk on, I gaze at a big, sturdy red beech tree, the rusty tinge on it’s leaves catch the light, branches hang protectively over two wooden tables and benches, for people to find shade and enjoy a picnic between friends or family. I observe the narrow path, leading to the forest, not daring to venture, just in case I might miss out on something more exiting. The lake maybe, and its reflection, the ducks swimming, indifferent to life’s constant changes, the breeze ruffling the landscape, the rare passer-by, nodding in acknowledgement…

So, I go back to the paved foot-way and go on my designed route.
As I amble, a stream of trees pass-by my eyes as in a parade. Straight, tall and ready to the order. Birch trees with it’s characteristic white bark, Oak and Beech trees, Hornbeam and plane trees… I feel happy and dizzy. I have no doubt. Nature is where we belong.

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A little bit further is the football terrain and Lilac ” laces ” daintily the contour. A few meters on, a Holly bush, gives a Christmas touch even though months have long gone by. An Elder plant, Viburnum and Cornus all present, a wilder aspect of nature. They’re rough looking shrubs. Whereas the pink blooming of Weigelia, is a palette of sophistication and delicacy. Every step taken, is the discovery of yet, another marvel. There is never a moment of boredom. It’s a sheer delight to the contemplator.

I finally find ” our ” ghost tree which is a weeping Nootkacypress, looking like a pine tree with needles literally ” dripping ” to the ground in a haunted way. It has it’s place of honor. Right in the middle of the mini-golf. A popular national pass-time.

Being here feels like being part of a big painting project. Which unravels along the path, bit by bit, piece by piece of composed beauty, which I collect and stick together at the end, when I go back to reality. Being given the opportunity and privilege to create my (inner) masterpiece. The one I’ll pull out from my secret draw and indulge into, for a fleeting moment.

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I shake myself from my reverie and cross the narrow railway designed for the small steam train, ( taking children who tire easily on the way ) and recognize bamboo on the corner and Wisteria climbing up a shack.
The air is fresh and crisp. Nature unfolds itself to me. Ribes, Horse chestnut, False Holly… My lungs take in a maximum of pure oxygen then, on my right, I step unto the magical and airy sight of a field of Dandelions ready to blow away by it’s first gust of wind.

I notice on my left, a young lonesome, fragile Cherry tree, bending under the pressures of the elements. Further, a carpet of daisies greet me as the confirmation to a harsh winters closure.
I finally pass those red Beech trees with it’s crimson leaves I had noticed at the entrance and became aware of a dream coming to it’s end. I was lucky to have come at a very special time of the year. The moment, nature opens up his palette to the few and the privileged.

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I give one last glance, before tearing myself away from a scenery I felt complete with the time, of what seemed, like the trajectory of a shooting star, promising myself to replenish my soul whenever I feel the need, and not wait for my mind and body to scream in desperation.
I find, gladly, the warmth and coziness of my car and drive back to my loved ones, a new person. Refreshed, vibrant and energized. Ready to embrace life in all it’s facets.

Yet… In wait for the next, interlude.