Forest spiritual
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This is a little bridge in my piece of the woods after the first snow. All is calm and quiet. Even the deer seemed to be walking gingerly – not wanting to disturbed the “peace”. Some may even say that the picture portrays a feeling of “eerie-ness” but for me, it’s just the quietness and serenity. This is why I’d like to do my part to keep nature this way! :) Donation to charity / 50% of the proceeds of the sale of this image will be donated to Nature Canada
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The bird can’t decide which seed to go first as there are so many and she knows it’s time to feast but given the freedom of choice, she seems to feel paralyzed and frozen, not unlike people. :)
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The bird was admiring her new winter coat.
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My dog River posing for a portrait in the snow. She has ALWAYS liked her picture being taken since she barely opened her eyes at two weeks of age. Her litter mates ran around when the camera aimed at them but she stood in attention every time a photo opportunity showed up! :) I’m sure she’d be glad that I donate the proceed of the sale of her photos to Nature Canada as she loves woods and her deer friends as much as I do! :) Donation to charity / 50% of the proceeds of the sale of this image will be donated to Nature Canada.
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The bird was claiming the seeds all to herself, chirping and chasing away all others (including my dog River). :)
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Sunrise on Dec. 9, 2007 at north of Montreal.
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This is one of the sunrise photos on Dec. 9, 2007 at the north of Montreal.
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Sunrise on Dec. 9, 2007 at the north of Montreal.
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River enjoys the snow so much that she pulls me on a harness on the cross-country ski trails in the provincial park. Of course she never misses a photo opportunity and loves to pose for the camera! :)
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This is River’s way of saying “good morning” to Tchoko!
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Many expressed concern or even restrained/politely withheld “ridicule” to my going out in this blowing snow. They were all right, the sky was mostly gloom and doom and one could not see much but for a split second, just a blink of the eye, the sun peeped through in all this mess – is it worth it? Well, you be the judge! :)
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The doe was playing with two of her fawns and my dog/”fawn” River when they all heard a dog barking from outside the woods. All of a sudden she stopped, pricked up her eyes and listened intently in order to determine if real danger was approaching.
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Back in the deep summer, when all were in blossom and the leaves were rich in color and taste, the doe had plenty of time to experience the “other things” in life than just search for food. One day she decided to figure out what creature it was that I carried around with me and pushed at the top of the “head” from time to time to make a sound. She came so close to the lens that I had to quickly change to a wide-angle one in order to take this photo. Right after that instant, she took another step further to “pat” my “pet” with her tongue! :) Donation to charity / 50% of the proceeds of the sale of this image will be donated to Algonquin Park
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This fawn has become one of River’s best friends throughout the summer. When the fall arrived and the leaves were turning golden, she played with my dog-fawn every time we came to the woods. It was a sunny morning. River was lost to the fawn under the tall grass. The fawn stretched out her long neck, making herself look like a giraffe, in order to search for her friend. She also made an almost “puffing-hissing” sound that I seldom hear mule deer make, which River seemed to recognize as a “calling” so she came running to her feet in no time! The “sisters” united right after the picture was taken of my “fawn-giraffe”. :)
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Over the last summer and fall, I must have taken over a thousand shots of this old buck alone. He was around most of the mornings when River and I were in the woods. Sometimes he was playful, other times very hungry so he simply ignored the camera and kept on eating but this morning he was pensive and wanted a portrait to express just that! I guess I grew quite attached to him!
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It was a freezing crisp day, -27 in Park Voyageur. This is the little footbridge that leads to the frozen lake. There was not a soul out there in this cold, not even the birds or deer or squirrels, just River and me, the “die-hards”. :) I really LOVE frames so I’m making a “proper” frame for it as it feels “naked” without it. :) Donation to charity / 50% of the proceeds of the sale of this image will be donated to Algonquin Park
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This is a photo taken just before dawn in the woods of Mont Laurier, just before one reaches Val D’or, where one drives in the nearby Canadian national park for hours with only nature and wildlife. It’s a winter morning at about 5:30am and the camera is pointed away from where the sun was to come up.
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This is one of the sunrise shots at the north of Montreal in the mountains near Gigi’s home, in a freezing Sunday morning where my fingers feel like the freezing chairs in the picture. :) Thank you for taking me there Gigi! I guess one could say that I love anything that has to do with nature including the living beings, the woods, the trees, the rivers and streams, and the mountains of course, but the sunrise – I can never get enough “watching” of the few minutes each day when the sun comes up. Is it a “passion”, well…. :)
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My mule deer family was having an intense discussion about something – I suspected that it was about River who mistook herself for a fawn! :) They knew that the fawns “initiated” her “identity confusion” – not sure River, or most of the fawns, wanted to “fix” it though, as they all seemed to enjoy a “dog-fawn” among them. :)
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In the flurry, River and I drove out of the city and waited for the sunrise and it came! :) So, this is my last Sunrise of this year! And I hope you all like it. :) This is my way of saying: Happy New Year everyone!
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View of Mauna Kahalawai, West Maui from Kula / Protea Blossoms in Evening Light / A spectacular view from Upcountry near Kula / Haleakala Maui Hawai’i Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / All Rights Reserved “O Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds and whose breath gives life to all the world, hear me. I am small and weak. I need your strength and wisdom. Let me walk in beauty and let my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset. Make my hands respect the things you have made and my ears grow sharp to hear your voice. Make me wise so that I may understand the things you have taught my people. Let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock. I seek strength not to be greater than my brother or sister, but to fight my greatest enemy, myself. Make me always ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes So when life fades as the fading sunset my spirit may come to you without shame. Great Spirit of love, come to me with the power of the North. Make me courageous when the cold winds of life fall upon me. Give me strength and endurance for everything that is harsh, everything that hurts, everything that makes me squint. Make me move through life ready to take what comes from the North. Spirit who comes out of the East, come to me with the power of the rising sun. Let there be light in my word. Let there be light on the path that I walk. Let me remember always that you give the gift of a new day. Never let me be burdened with sorrow by not starting over. Great Spirit of creation, send me the warm and soothing winds from the South. Comfort me and caress me when I am tired and cold. Enfold me as your gentle breezes enfold your leaves on the trees. And as you give to all the earth your warm, moving wind, Give to me so that I may grow close to you in warmth. Great life-giving Spirit, I face the West, the direction of the sundown. Let me remember every day that the moment will come when my sun will go down. Never let me forget that I must fade into you. Give me beautiful colour. Give me a great sky for setting, and when it is time to meet you, I come with glory. And Giver of all life, I pray to you from the earth, help me to remember as I touch the earth that I am small and need your pity. Help me to be thankful for the gift of the earth and never to walk hurtfully on the world. Bless to love what comes from mother earth and teach me how to love your gifts. Great Spirit of the heavens, lift me up to you that my heart may worship you and come to you in glory. Hold in my memory that you are my Creator, greater than I, eager for my good life. Let everything that is in the world lift my mind, and my heart, and my life to you so that we may come always to you in truth and in heart.” ~ This prayer is thought to be First Nations Tribes in origin and is sometimes attributed to the Sioux Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi
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From my collection: / Wilderland ~ Alaska North Star Winter Scenics A brilliant golden winter sunset in late October 2007 reflects a warm amber glow on the snowmobile tracks, ice and snow covered frozen surface of Chena Lakes, Alaska North Star “One day the sun admitted, / I am just a shadow. / I wish I could show you / The Infinite Incandescence (Tej) That has cast my brilliant image! I wish I could show you, / When you are lonely or in darkness, / The astonishing Light Of your own Being!” Quote from ‘I Heard God Laughing’ ~ Renderings of Hafiz ~ Translation by Daniel Ladinsky Chena River Lakes Recreation Area Fairbanks North Star Borough ~ Also called Chena Lakes. This beautiful park covers over 2000 acres and has two distinct personalities; the Lake Park with a 260 acre lake and three islands, and the River Park Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / _ My images do not belong to the public domain. All Rights Reserved_ Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi / Shooting Date/Time 27 October 2007 17:02:20 / Tv( Shutter Speed ) 1/800 / Av( Aperture Value ) 25.0 / Evaluative Metering ISO 100 / Lens EF28-135mm f/3.5-5.6 IS USM / Focal Length 135.0 mm AF Mode AI Focus AF
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From my collection: / Song of a Dream ~ The Golden Threshold Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / All Rights Reserved Sunset near Goldstream / Interior Alaska North Star This is a composite of two images taken in the same location at the same time stitched one over the other so that you may better see what I see as I am standing here gazing at this sensational sunset as the swans are feeding in the peat bog nearby. “There is a quiet spirit in these woods, / That dwells where’er the gentle south-wind blows; / Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade, / The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air, / The leaves above their sunny palms outspread. / With what a tender and impassioned voice / It fills the nice and delicate ear of thought, / When the fast ushering star of morning comes / O’er-riding the gray hills with golden scarf; / Or when the cowled and dusky-sandaled Eve, / In mourning weeds, from out the western gate, / Departs with silent pace! That spirit moves In the green valley, where the silver brook, / From its full laver, pours the white cascade; / And, babbling low amid the tangled woods, / Slips down through moss-grown stones with endless laughter. / And frequent, on the everlasting hills, / Its feet go forth, when it doth wrap itself In all the dark embroidery of the storm, And shouts the stern, strong wind. And here, amid / The silent majesty of these deep woods, / lts presence shall uplift thy thoughts from earth, / As to the sunshine and the pure, bright air / Their tops the green trees lift. / Hence gifted bards / Have ever loved the calm and quiet shades. / For them there was an eloquent voice in all / The sylvan pomp of woods, the golden sun, / The flowers, the leaves, the river on its way, / Blue skies, and silver clouds, and gentle winds, / The swelling upland, where the sidelong sun / Aslant the wooded slope, at evening, goes, / Groves, through whose broken roof the sky looks in, / Mountain, and shattered cliff, and sunny vale, / The distant lake, fountains, and mighty trees, / In many a lazy syllable, repeating their old poetic legends to the wind. And this is the sweet spirit, that doth fill / The world; and, in these wayward days of youth, / My busy fancy oft embodies it, / As a bright image of the light and beauty / That dwell in nature; of the heavenly forms / We worship in our dreams, and the soft hues / That stain the wild bird’s wing, and flush the clouds / When the sun sets. Within her tender eye / The heaven of April, with its changing light, / And when it wears the blue of May, is hung, / And on her lip the rich, red rose. / Her hair is like the summer tresses of the trees, / When twilight makes them brown, and on her cheek / Blushes the richness of an autumn sky, / With ever-shifting beauty. Then her breath, / It is so like the gentle air of Spring, / As, front the morning’s dewy flowers, it comes / Full of their fragrance, that it is a joy / To have it round us, and her silver voice / Is the rich music of a summer bird, / Heard in the still night, with its passionate cadence.” ~ Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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What is Essential From my collection: / Emerquinox ~ Spirit of Alaska ~ Alaska North Star Winter Scenics Emerquinox is a word I coined when I combined the words Emerge and Equinox. Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / All Rights Reserved “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; / it is only with the heart that one can see rightly. / What is essential is invisible to the eye.” ~ Antoine de Saint – Exupery Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi
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