Australia
Macedonia, The Former Yugoslav Republic Of
Love of beauty is Taste. The creation of beauty is Art. Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)
We don’t have to protect the environment, the Second Coming is at hand. / / James Watt
What is it that I love about the mountains? Is it the shape, the one I remember I used to draw as a kid, the grandeur on such a scale that easily outsize anything ever made by man, or just the special kind of atmosphere that always seems to linger around these giants. This is a striking mountain. I couldn’t stop looking at it, and just like with a beautiful women, you seem to notice a new set of attractive details with each pass your eyes make. The light was soft, the sun generous but the clouds were restrictive, creating deep, strong and wide shadows. At the end it didn’t matter, only giving the whole sight a rich, painting like quality. Enough talking. Indulging in beauty is a hard job, I know that better than anyone, and the moment is perfect for a rest-stop. The usual muffin and a flat white would give me enough strength to push the release button until the day expires, but where? That’s an easy one – the mountain house on the slopes of the volcano, where else.
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old. Franz Kafka (1883-1924)
The road to cloud nine, where our new attitude energy is supposed to come from.
What do you call the light that permanently imprints itself into the deepest corner of your cerebral real estate? Just a memorable one, divine, sublime? The star was going down fast, as it was just a matter of ‘to get it over and done with‘ a daily sunset routine – until that moment. Like it was switched on by some all powerful hand residing somewhere in the center of a kingdom of light, the sunbeam reached across the valley, bringing all the associated attributes with it, like joy and warmth, just for a few moments, before disappearing altogether. The blue cold haze drowned the beautiful Hawkes Bay valley, but not before the last ray of sun got there first. I was standing in awe … for a while in fact, still in disbelief. Review button and LCD screen confirmed it did happen. Sweet. I’ll treasure selfishly the melody of breeze passing through the treetops, the smell of golden grass and feel of fallen leafs under my feet. Not to worry, I left something to share with you. Here it is.
If you are not prepared to give up your past, you may as well ride back into it.
A fact never to be underestimated – someone, out there, may still call this their birthplace. It captured my attention while in the car on my way south. A short walk on the gravel road is all it took to reach the old house that parted with its best years sometime in the last millennium. That colour, the textures of decaying wood, rusting roof and the remains of the dead tree, fallen where it lived, still searching with its long fingers for the occupants, long gone. I was mesmerised by the scene. There is something profoundly sad about the remains of buildings, any kind of ruins. Is it because they remind us of the inevitable and our disposability in this world. And all the usual questions: how old is it, who lived in it, and will it make it to the next autumn or even next week? Time to go, I had better move. The sky of ‘I mean business’ colour has been gathering strength for a while. Its forward party already seized the strategic heights from the playful patches of the late afternoon sun. When it hits, it will hit hard. On the way back, just one more look … enough time to take another breath of impressions, to treasure, and an image to share, with you.
If I can put one touch of rosy sunset into the life of any man or woman, I shall feel that I have worked with God. G. K. Chesterton (1874-1936)
I caught up with my thoughts just before Greytown, the storm caught up with me shortly after.
Ah me! Love can not be cured by herbs. Publius Ovidius Naso (43 BC – 17 AD)
I was seldom able to see an opportunity until it had ceased to be one. Mark Twain (1835 –1910)
Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, nor time unmake what poets know. Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)
Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you. Maori Proverb
You know where, and I’ll tell you when … we will meet again.
Wherever you go, go with all your heart. Confucius (551 BC − 479 BC)
And remember, no matter where you go, there you are. Confucius (551 BC – 479 BC)
In the failure to find a meaning, we traded wisdom for success.
The future is always beginning now. Mark Strand
Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow. Swedish Proverb
I had to get lost in Otane fog to find enlightenment .
Life is largely a matter of expectation. Horace (65 BC – 8 BC)
Beautiful dreams live beyond the mysterious horizon.
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