“Sunset encroached upon daylight like a powder burst from the mouth of a crimson cannon—orange and gold ribbons shot forth to wage a battle against the clouds. The western horizon was obscured by a glow like a living thing.”
― Marsha Ward, Ride to Raton
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Lord George Gordon Byron
There are some days when I think I am going to die from an
overdose of satisfaction.
– Salvador Dali
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything …….That’s how the light gets in.
~Leonard Cohen
I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die….
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, “The Cloud”
“We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch – we are going back from whence we came.”
John F. Kennedy
“You have noticed that everything as Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round….. The Sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours….
Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.”
Black Elk Oglala Sioux Holy Man
1863-1950
Black Elk Speaks (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary. ~Aaron Rose
Summer has finally arrived in Kirkland….as is marked…. by Miss Daisy taking her first dip of the season…. into Lake Washington……
HEY…what’s the hold up….it’s been a long..winter…I am ready …Let’s do this!!
Miss Daisy…may be a little on the “chubby” side…but she glides through the water…like a Lab….to retrieve her favorite water toy.
Smiling all the way!!! THE END
“Everything is flowing — going somewhere, animals and so- called lifeless rocks as well as water. Thus the snow flows fast or slow in grand beauty-making glaciers and avalanches; the air in majestic floods carrying minerals, plant leaves, seeds, spores, with streams of music and fragrance; water streams carrying rocks… While the stars go streaming through space pulsed on and on forever like blood…….
in Nature’s warm heart.”
~John Muir
“We are never tired so long as we can see far enough.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Beauty, truth, friendship, love, creation – these are the great values of life. We can’t prove them, or explain them, yet they are the most stable things in our lives.
– Jesse Herman Holmes
Each day is a new canvas to paint upon.
Make sure your picture is full of life and happiness,
and at the end of the day you don’t look at it
and wish you had painted something different.
– Author Unknown
There is a light in every darkness…. which gives you strength…to know…the storm will pass and life will continue.
Thank you LTD for being my light.
There are things that we don’t want to happen but
have to accept, things we don’t want to
know but have to learn, and people we can’t
live without but have to let go.
~Author Unknown
“At times when my spirit needs a break and my eye catches a lonely seagull, my inner being reaches out to find silence and peace. What a gift to receive.”
~Munda
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“A little gale will soon disperse that cloud And blow it to the source from whence it came. Thy very beams will dry those vapors up, For every cloud engenders not a storm.”
~William Shakespeare
King Henry the Sixth, Part III
“I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains,, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know – unless it be to share our laughter.
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.
For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves.”
― James Kavanaugh, There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves
A giant redwood stood
from tiny seeds it has grown tall
it will become old
~Westly Alexander Shaw, USA
“Worker bees can leave.
Even drones can fly away.
The Queen is their slave.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club
“Within you… there is a stillness and a sanctuary to which you can retreat at any time and be yourself.” ~Hermann Hesse
“The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising.
“If in our daily life we can smile,
if we can be peaceful and happy,
not only we, but everyone will profit from it.
This is the most basic kind of peace work.”
- Thich Nhat Hanh
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to
add
color to my sunset sky.” ~Rabindranath Tagore
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“Each moment of the year has its own beauty . . . a picture
which was never before and shall never be seen again.”
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
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“I read and walked for miles at night along the beach, writing bad blank verse and searching endlessly for someone wonderful who would step out of the darkness and change my life. It never crossed my mind that, that person could be me.” ~Anna Quindlen
As the mist leaves no scar
On the dark green hill,
So my body leaves no scar
On you, nor ever will.
When wind and hawk encounter,
What remains to keep?
So you and I encounter,
Then turn, then fall to sleep.
As many nights endure
Without a moon or star,
So will we endure
When one is gone and far.
Gwendolyn was the first in this series…
This latest “creative endeavor” came about during a recent visit to Cannon Beach…a wonderful week of solitude, beauty and music…I plan to continue adding to this series….for as long, as these beautiful women and their thought-provoking faces, come forward…..
“Greta” the second in the “G” series
Grace, the 3rd in the series, with her “far away gaze and ever so slight smile”.
The finale addition to the “G” series….”Gina”
Close up or at a distance….an ever changing view.
The Fall light is ever changing…casting shadows….with new cloud formations….how great is that!
Lighthouses can have a spiritual dimension….
This is perhaps my favorite shot…..but then……
Carnival Cruise…wonder if they are enjoying their day..as
much as I am enjoying mine…..
The Ocean Liner sorta diminishes the size of the Light House complex…
Behold, I have reached the peak of the mountain and my spirit has taken flight in the heavens of freedom and liberation. I have gone far, far away, O children of my mother; the hills beyond the mists are now hidden from my view, the last traces of the valleys have been flooded by the ocean of serenity, and the paths and trails have been erased by the hand of oblivion. The roar of ocean waves has faded. I no longer hear anything but the anthem of eternity, which harmonizes with the spirit.
The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him. ~Auguste Rodin
