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Treasure hunting for the crown’s jewels


The crown's jewels ©copyright2014owpp

The crown’s jewels
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To me, the sea, mountains & its creatures living on premises are the crown’s jewels & when we go out there, I like hunting with my loved ones bringing back a testimony to share with all of you the extraordinary every day miracles of a planet we tend to take for granted because we have it & see it on a daily basis.
I’ve got a collection of seventeen photos which I carefully selected including some of the every day occurrence to put you in the ambiance of the unusually sunny, windless shores two days ago!
I hope you’ll enjoy this post too 🙂

View at the end of stone-path   ©copyright2014owpp

View at the end of stone-path
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Focusing on the small but living... ©copyright2014owpp

Focusing on the small but living…
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More... ©copyright2014owpp

More…
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And even closer ©copyright2014owpp

And even closer
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Waves"playing"around the stones ©copyright2014owpp

Waves”playing”around the stones
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Body & texture... ©copyright2014owpp

Body & texture…
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Nearly caught by high tide :) ©copyright2014owpp

Nearly caught by high tide 🙂
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Other sea members finding a niche ©copyright2014owpp

Other sea members finding a niche
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Isn't that a comfortable home? ©copyright2014owpp

Isn’t that a comfortable home?
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Last shot of a perfect view before hitting the sand :) ©copyright2014owpp

Last shot of a perfect view before hitting the sand 🙂
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Heart-shaped jewel ©copyright2014owpp

Heart-shaped jewel
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Simplicity of the moment... ©copyright2014owpp

Simplicity of the moment…
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Passerby's doing the same ©copyright2014owpp

Passerby’s doing the same
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High tide catching up ©copyright2014owpp

High tide catching up
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Another story unfolds... ©copyright2014owpp

Another story unfolds…
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Last but NEVER least :) ©copyright2014owpp

Last but NEVER least 🙂
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Autumn sunshine


Autumn sunshine Nov.2013 ©copyright2013owpp

Autumn sunshine Nov.2013
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A.S close up Nov. 2013 ©copyright2013owpp

A.S close up Nov. 2013
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This blogger http://oilpastelsbymary.com/ does the most amazing drawing in oil pastels and inspired me so much that I went out to buy myself (I was lucky to find them on sale!) Sennelier oil pastels in the basic colors to try out the novelty of texture & technique required. This is the results of having a load of fun with my imagination 🙂

I had no idea which brand to choose but only asked for one that would be easier to mix & work with. I got really lucky because I found out later that a lot of artist prefer working with it.

Through the seasons of life


crunching under the burden... ©copyright2013owpp

crunching under the burden…
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Leaving early in the morn
Your heart heavy yet light
With hope…

You travel the void of
Subways and commuters,
Walk through dead leaves
Crunching under the burden
Imposed…

Greeted by a lambent
Welcome, a twinkle thick
With enthusiasm you whisper
a small prayer for the tiny
Warm hand

Fitting trustingly yours,
Unaware of the odyssey in
Its genesis unconcerned
About the accessories…
A prerequisite

For endurance as he walks
through the seasons of life
The arteries…

Of his universe

Nature in its full glory


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Your branches heavily
In bloom swing in
The breeze with the
Weightlessness of a
Feather embalming
The air with the
Softness of spring
Promises…

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Name: Cherry blossom tree
(Disambiguation) Originally
imported from Japan. In
Japanese Sakura.

Winter jaws


Snow teeth ©copyright2013owpp

Snow teeth
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Winter jaws
Claiming ownership
In its arctic grip

The impracticality of distance February 1996 readjusted to a prose January 2013


Lido 2012 ©copyright2013owpp

Lido 2012
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Those are writings from the 1990’s which I thought I’d never use due to my
lack of experience then, in writing but to my delight and surprise ( I do
surprise even myself! ) I got down to work on Sunday, took the core and changed
it totally using the words that cried out in attention and putting it in a prose
versus the article it was. I was astonished and

pleased at the result which shows, there is always a time for anything we write,
given we have patience and believe anything is possible with a drop of will 🙂

The impracticality of distance
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One O’clock
All is silent
Each one
Long gone
In their own
Planet of dreams

My mind floats
To many ports
One of them yours.
I think how
Far away
You too are long gone

In your world
Your vision
Inhabiting one
So strange to me.
Doing those same things
Void of mystery.

Eventful or not
Working, unwinding
So simple, so alive
What life is all about.
Practical
And tumultuous.

The ink flows
On my pages
Engraving words
Buried deep
Silence surrounding
This cubicle of thoughts.

Trying to make sense
Of life, of my love
For you.
They are there
Fooling me
Appeasing you

Erasing the,
Impracticality
The impossibility
Of distance.
Secrets of the night,
Leaving the world

Of darkness
Drifting toward
Daylight waking
To sunshine
Bracing a day
With the stamina

Of a professional.
Cold sometimes
Suppressing it,
Wanting to bury
Under covers
Your ingenuity.

Recognizable
Routine
To the bare eyes
Yet different.
By the impracticality
Of distance.

In the act of writing March 2011


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Eiffel tower wheels
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This essay was one of my assignments and was written in a tongue-in-cheek manner,
I do not take myself that seriously 🙂 It was about describing oneself in the act
of writing, which I called just that…

In the act of writing
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I usually prepare an assignment long in advance.
Plotting, collecting information, mincing, digesting the style that is about to be born.
Yet, today, I come as ludicrously bare as can be.
I stare at a white immaculate sheet of paper and ponder at the outrageous idea of writing, as a working exercise, as opposed to a burst of fervid passion.
Or, to the growth of my imagination spilling forth in an overflow.
I am surrounded by dictionaries and thesauruses of all kind that, I trust, will unravel the mysteries of words and impel me to the creation of a literary magnificence.
Gilded rays of a timid autumn sun pierce through the remote glass window door, of the balcony, maintaining this room in perpetual darkness, keeping its occupants in sempiternal slumber throughout the seasons of the years.
Nevertheless, I find my mind juggling with phraseology, feeling like a choreographer bearing the conception of a chef-d’oeuvre.
I amalgate ideas, terms, observations and philosophies, in anticipation of a new era…
The creation of my magnum opus.
Hours slide by, in the stimulating atmosphere of reflection and contemplation and I see, merging from the profundity and intricacies of my brain, the outlines of what seems the sketches of an essay.
The gratification of my labor.
I hold dearly unto my chain of thoughts hushing anyone daring any resemblance of vicinity.
I toil away, inching my way through the haze and vasty of language, aware of a day coming to its end, as the sun retrieves its warmth, preparing itself to enlighten another part of the planet’s obscurities.
I close the chapter at its culmination, satisfied by the denouement, at peace by its genesis and in synchronization with the heartbeats of the universe.
I look around and become aware, au fait of stepping out of a different dimension.

All is still.

Everyone having left me to my occupations and busy with theirs, outdoors.
I am surprised to observe the constant rebirth of my soul at the completion of what I fantasize, is

the emergence of my prodigy 🙂

The sea and I – English poem 2013 ( With French original text )


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Some holidays we just take the time to live and others are an occasion to inspiration. The latter is what happened to me these winter holidays. I hope you’ll enjoy the results!

The sea and I
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At first glance
The sea and I
The first steps
At day or dark night

Under all nooks and crannies
Throughout the seasons
Frozen and hard sculpted waves
Your piercing icy winds

White sand, sun beating
Grainy, humid or pebbly
Stubborn and fine drizzle
Love under all skies

You are intoxicating
At first glance
Sun beating
Or all evenings

Give me the sea
All my life it’d be
I will not tire
You will see

Burning or inebriating
Still or turbulent
The sea and I
Under all skies
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La mer et moi
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Au premier regard
La mer et moi
Au premier pas
Le jour ou nuit noir

Sous tous tes plis et coutures
A travers les saisons
Vagues sculptées, gelées et dure
Ton vent glacé transperçant

Le sable fin, soleil tapant
Granuleux, humide ou caillouteux
Pluie fine et entêtante
Le grand amour sous tous les cieux

Tu es enivrante
Au premier regard
Soleil tapant
Ou tous les soirs

Donnes moi la mer
Ma vie entière
Je ne me lasserais
Au grand jamais

Brûlante ou enivrante
Calme ou turbulente
La mer et moi
Toute une histoire

Autumn 2011


Automne 2011 ©copyright2013owpp

Automne 2011
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We have passed Autumn but it’s not that far away, so I thought you might enjoy the colors!
I have enjoyed, as always seeing this painting unfold…
Let me know what you think of it 🙂

Flower that never dies 2008 ( French poetry ” Fleur qui jamais ne meurt ” translated )


Echinacea...flower that never dies ©copyright2013owpp

Echinacea…flower that never dies
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Flower that never dies
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Oh! Flower on the horizon
How I would like to have your freedom
Flower of derision
Have your honesty

Flower of evil?
Flower so pale?
Flower of fear?

Flower that never dies.

Flower of paradoxes
Flower that detoxifies
Flower of colors
Embalming all hearts

Free to be
Or not to be
To leave and return
Or leave to better return?

Freedom to love
Throughout the summer
Be caressed
By a breeze or dew

Respire the sea air
Or the scent of the earth
Open up to the sun
Or doze in winter
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Oh! Follies on the horizon
Longing for derision
Life stifled
Life strangled

By too much wisdom?
Or too much weakness
Stifled or surrounded?
Strangled or cherished
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Oh! Flower of recklessness
How I envy your insistence
Living at the rhythm of seasons
without the age of reason

Free to caress
The sun of a summer
Or doze
An enchanted winter

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Fleur Qui jamais ne meurt
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Oh! Fleur à l’horizon
Comme je voudrais avoir ta liberté!
Fleur de dérision
Avoir ton honnêteté.

Fleur du mal?
Fleur si pâle?
Fleur de la peur?

Fleur qui jamais ne meurt.

Fleur de tous les paradoxes
Fleur qui désintoxique
Fleur de couleurs
Qui embaume les coeurs

libre d’être
Ou de ne pas être
De partir et revenir
Ou partir pour mieux revenir?

Liberté d’aimer
Au fil de l’été
Te laisser caresser
Par une brise ou la rosée

Respirer l’air de la mer
Ou la senteur de la terre
S’éclore au soleil
Ou, somnoler en hiver
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Oh! Folie à l’horizon
Envie de dérision
Vie étouffer
Vie étrangler

Par trop de sagesse?
Ou trop de faiblesse
Etouffer ou entourer?
Etrangler ou choyer
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Oh! Fleur de l’insouciance
Comme j’envie ton instance!
Vivre au rythme des saisons
Sans l’âge de raisons

Libre de caresser
Le soleil de l’été
Ou de somnoler
Un hiver enchanté

Have a wonderful day!