ironically, for me, those places where we aren't are those places which invite me to be.xoerin
This is a beautiful photo. It's looks like a painting but it makes me "feel" fall, not just see it.
and... ironically... we live in a place that would probably be better off without us.
wonderful pic wonderful notion this is inspirationalgracias mi amiga
Il nous faudrait deux vie, trois, vies, mille vies, pour être où nous ne sommes pas mais cela suffirait-il à combler notre soif de l'inconnu. Par exemple, j'aimerai te rencontrer dans ce lieu, mais je sais qu'il me manque l'autre vie pour le faire. Il me reste à le rêver , à t'inviter dans ce rêve, à venir vers toi pour me rendre compte que ta présence n'était que virtuelle, et puis ensuite à recommencer à courir après ces lieux de rêve et de rencontre, jusqu'à ce que l'impossible....Je t'embrasse bien amicalement.Roger
Places like paintings. Beautiful ones.· greetings · CR · & · LMA ·
this looks like hope to me
I couldn't agree with you more.The color, light, contrast ... the dance among them ... call to me.I have to also agree with Steven Cain, though I wish to blend with the scene as much as humanly possible.
Blue trees, fiery leaves. Beautiful.
well shit... I want to be right there
sitting near a pine forest the other day I read this mary oliver poem, Five A.M. in the PinewoodsI'd seentheir hoofprints in the deepneedles and knewthey ended the long nightunder the pines, walkinglike two muteand beautiful women towardthe deeper woods, so Igot up in the dark andwent there. They cameslowly down the hilland looked at me sitting underthe blue trees, shylythey steppedcloser and staredfrom under their thick lashes and evennibbled some damptassels of weeds. Thisis not a poem about a dream,though it could be.This is a poem about the worldthat is ours, or could be.Finallyone of them--I swear it!--would have come to my arms.But the otherstamped sharp hoof in thepine needles likethe tap of sanity,and they went off together through the trees. When I wokeI was alone,I was thinking:so this is how you swim inward,so this is how you flow outward,so this is how you pray. ___I continue to wonder on the nature of man, knowing that it is our job to curb what is easy gluttony in us and instead sharpen in us what is our barest of needs steeped in attention and gratitude. I don't know if we have the capacity for enough gratitude, enough. I don't know that we care to have the endurance to be mindful of our needs.xoerin
if those were Pine tree,,,reckon?
"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))