Every morning I walk my two dogs; Ludo & Noah. I have had dogs all my life, and early morning walks are among the things I really love, no matter season or weather. View from the terrace at 08:00 AM (I take my dogs out around half past seven, when its still very dark, today…
Tag: nature
I’m off …
… and this is where I’m going: Triora – Liguria, known to be one of the most beautiful medieval citadels in Italy. Much of the architecture in Triora dates back to the 12th century, but its period of greatest fame was during the 16th century when a number of witch trials were conducted by the Inquisition. A year of…
Impregnated by the wind
Birch pollen In To the River, Olivia Laing tell us about birch pollen being carried by the wind all the way from Jutland to Yorkshire. When doing a small-scale investigation into birches and pollination I came across this very intriguing information: When the German botanist and physician Rudolf Jakob Camerarius (1665-1721) first published the evidences of…
HOKUSAI SAYS (by Roger S. Keyes)
Hokusai says Look carefully.He says pay attention, notice.He says keep looking, stay curious.He says there is no end to seeing. He says Look Forward to getting old.He says keep changing,you just get more who you really are.He says get stuck, accept it, repeat yourselfas long as it’s interesting. He says keep doing…
When women were birds …
Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated. Terry Tempest Williams * * * Only that day…
gigantic human footprints
Today I have spend time with ED BURTYNSKY: MANUFACTURED LANDSCAPES, A FILM BY JENNIFER BAICHWAL Shipbreaking # 50, Chittagong, Bangladesh 2001 * * * MANUFACTURED LANDSCAPES is a film about Edward Burtynsky; showing us how and where he get his images. Burtynsky present us for a world destroyed by human activities, but also an unexpected and…
Burning cold
Elizabeth Bishop At the Fishhouses (Excerpt) All is silver: the heavy surface of the sea, swelling slowly as if considering spilling over, … Cold dark deep and absolutely clear, element bearable to no mortal, … I have seen it over and over, the same sea, the same, slightly, indifferently swinging above the stones, icily free…
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