Thursday, November 30, 2006
Inside Out
Though outwardly a gloomy shroud,
The inner half of every cloud
Is bright and shining:
I therefore turn my clouds about
And always wear them inside out
To show the lining.
~© Ellen Thorneycroft Fowler~
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
The Forerunner
You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation.
And I too am my own forerunner, for the long shadow stretching before me at sunrise shall gather under my feet at the noon hour. Yet another sunrise shall lay another shadow before me, and that also shall be gathered at another noon.
Always have we been our own forerunners, and always shall we be. And all that we have gathered and shall gather shall be but seeds for fields yet unploughed. We are the fields and the ploughmen, the gatherers and the gathered.
When you were a wandering desire in the mist, I too was there a wandering desire. Then we sought one another, and out of our eagerness dreams were born. And dreams were time limitless, and dreams were space without measure.
And when you were a silent word upon life's quivering lips, I too was there, another silent word. Then life uttered us and we came down the years throbbing with memories of yesterday and with longing for tomorrow, for yesterday was death conquered and tomorrow was birth pursued.
And now we are in God's hands. You are a sun in His right hand and I an earth in His left hand. Yet you are not more, shining, than I, shone upon.
And we, sun and earth, are but the beginning of a greater sun and a greater earth. And always shall we be the beginning.
You are your own forerunner, you the stranger passing by the gate of my garden.
And I too am my own forerunner, though I sit in the shadows of my trees and seem motionless.
~© Kahlil Gibran~
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Strength
Monday, November 27, 2006
Imagination
Sunday, November 26, 2006
The Importance Of Photography
The camera can photograph thought.
~© Dirk Bogarde~
When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.
~© Ansel Adams~
The goal is not to change your subjects, but for the subject to change the photographer.
~© Author Unknown~
A great photograph is a full expression of what one feels about what is being photographed in the deepest sense, and is, thereby, a true expression of what one feels about life in its entirety.
~© Ansel Adams~
The camera is an instrument that teaches people how to see without a camera.
~© Dorothea Lang~
The virtue of the camera is not the power it has to transform the photographer into an artist, but the impulse it gives him to keep on looking.
~© Brooks Anderson~
I never question what to do, it tells me what to do. The photographs make themselves with my help.
~© Ruth Bernhard~
A Ming vase can be well-designed and well-made and is beautiful for that reason alone. I don't think this can be true for photography. Unless there is something a little incomplete and a little strange, it will simply look like a copy of something pretty. We won't take an interest in it.
~© John Loengard~
Photography records the gamut of feelings written on the human face, the beauty of the earth and skies that man has inherited, and the wealth and confusion man has created. It is a major force in explaining man to man.
~© Edward Steichen~
Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again.
~© Henri Cartier-Bresson~
If I could tell the story in words, I wouldn't need to lug around a camera.
~© Lewis Hine~
All photographs are there to remind us of what we forget. In this - as in other ways - they are the opposite of paintings. Paintings record what the painter remembers. Because each one of us forgets different things, a photo more than a painting may change its meaning according to who is looking at it.
~© John Berger~
I didn't want to tell the tree or weed what it was. I wanted it to tell me something and through me express its meaning in nature.
~© Wynn Bullock~
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Scattered Clouds
Friday, November 24, 2006
My Kingdom
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Happy Thanksgiving!!
It is a glorious privilege to live, to know, to act, to listen, to behold, to love. To look up at the blue summer sky; to see the sun sink slowly beyond the line of the horizon; to watch the worlds come twinkling into view, first one by one, and the myriads that no man can count, and lo! the universe is white with them; and you and I are here.
~© Marco Morrow~
There is a calmness to a life lived in gratitude, a quiet joy.
~© Ralph H. Blum~
Life is huge! Rejoice about the sun, moon, flowers, and sky. Rejoice about the food you have to eat. Rejoice about the body that houses your spirit. Rejoice about the fact that you can be a positive force in the world around you. Rejoice about the love that is around you. If you want to be happy, commit to making your life one of rejoicing.
~© Author Unknown~
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Absence
Sunday, November 19, 2006
The Dream Begins
Saturday, November 18, 2006
The Doors
I offer images- I conjure memories of freedom that can still be reached- like the doors, right? But we can only open the doors, we can't drag people through. I can't free them unless they want to be free. Maybe primitive people have less bullshit to let go of, to give up. A person has to be willing to give up everything- not just wealth. All the bullshit that he's been taught- all society's brainwashing. You have to let go of all that to get to the other side. Most people aren't willing to do that.
~© Jim Morrison~
Friday, November 17, 2006
...And Silly People
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Necessity
The mere sight of the Sun
instantly reignites the fire
within my soul,
flooding the hollow darkness
that has crept inside.
His warm radiance
dissipates each
of the dreary, dark clouds
which have taken residence
in my grey matter.
As necessary
as oxygen is to the body,
so is your light
to my innermost being,
great Sun.
Break through
the thick, grey clouds
which stand between us,
and grace me
with your presence.
I beg of you...
find your way
to where I am.
Lay your healing powers
upon my heart.
~© Alis Volat Propiis~
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Snow Broken
When night still stars dangle
Skies open
moon faints and
sun births
She flashes into darkness
Her shadow dreams
Wolves bare the forest away
all the clear cold moon long
Fiery mouth
breath freezes then
trickles in dawn air
Golden time lets her play
She dances nakedly
in the white snow white
Silver birds croon lullabies
She waltzes all the sun long
laughs sky blue
Snow twirls to air
then lies like broken angels on forest ground
Time holds her ignorant
She slides into the
wind winter grey
Sun sets
~© Celine Berghmans~
The More I Think About It
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Truly...
Friday, November 10, 2006
Thought
As fletchers make their arrows straight,
the wise make straight their wavering and unsteady thought,
which is difficult to guard and difficult to restrain.
Like a fish taken from its watery home
and thrown on the dry ground,
our thought quivers all over
in order to escape the dominion of Mara.
It is good to control the mind,
which is difficult to restrain, fickle, and wandering.
A tamed mind brings happiness.
Let the wise guard their thoughts,
which are difficult to perceive, tricky, and wandering.
Thoughts well guarded bring happiness.
Those who restrain their mind,
which travels far alone without a body, hiding in a cave,
will be free from the restrictions of death.
If a person's mind is unsteady,
if it does not know the true path,
if one's peace of mind is troubled,
wisdom is not perfected.
There is no fear for the one whose thought is untroubled,
whose mind is not confused,
who has ceased to think of good and bad,
who is aware.
Knowing that this body is like a jar,
and making one's thought strong as a fortress,
attack Mara with the weapon of wisdom,
protect what is conquered and stay always aware.
Before long, unfortunately, this body will lie on the earth,
rejected, without consciousness, like a useless log.
Whatever an enemy may do to an enemy,
or a hater to a hater,
a wrongly directed mind will do greater harm.
Neither a mother nor a father
nor any other relative will do so much;
a well-directed mind will do us greater service.
~© Buddha~
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Everything Is Determined
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
All That We Are
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
My Heart
Monday, November 06, 2006
To Correct Natural Indifference
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Be Humble
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