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Yesterday was a very foggy day, perfect circumstances for a day out with the camera. Went to a lake where i know there are some dead trees standing in the water. This is the first of the serie, this week i’ll show some more (minimalist) shots of the lake. Really had great fun in the cold with this weather.
Stretching our being
Branching into ground and air
Longing warmth and food
The ever presence of mom
As we learn and grow
Us to grow to great new heights
Let mom and dad go
The cycle goes on
Each new family member
Is like a small tree
Finally we reach
For the top of the forest
Seeing miles ahead
Our destiny clear
One day we’re naked again
Waiting for our death
Life of a Tree
As a tree admires her beauty by looking into her own reflection
Water flows gently beneath and carries along her mirror image
Birds singing from the canopy come down to see the spectacle
A moment in time connects the tree to her own past lifetime
Once she stood firmly and proud on the banks of the forest creek
She was a home and shelter to many animals who befriended her
Her roots went all the way down deep below the water level
The crown on her head was majestic full of the greenest leaves
Years went by as she grew and grew with many seasons passing
She saw humans dramatically change the landscape around her
But the forest was left untouched and remained a peaceful sanctuary
With her birth ground safe she started giving in to gravity
Letting go of her connection to both the air and the ground below
Her the faithful task was to become a bridge between life and death
Touched by the immensity of you. Even though i can hear the traffic in the distance, in here there is only you.
You whisper so softly in my ears. Your sweet melodies are composed of the finest tunes.
Blackbirds chatter as a Robin sets the stage for an impressive solo. The symphony is intriguing.
You just leave me speechless time after time. Just being here with you is enough.
In here everything can be. Everything i wanted to say has lost its importance.
Insects dance in the late sunlight, while the water calmly follows the stream.
In your green arms i can finally rest. Ever so gently, the night settles in.
hello ladies and gentlemen,
it’s quite incredible to see so many people coming to this blog again and again. Could not have imagined that 4 years ago when i started blogging 🙂
But i also remember that there is this other hobby of mine, which i have not given too much attention lately: writing
As somebody said me a few days ago: just start with it, otherwise it won’t happen. And i know he’s right. So i like to give a bit of an outline of this new project for you guys but also for myself.
Long have i felt that words and images go perfectly together. Whether it’s a poem or a few lines of text, it really can create a connection with what meets the eye. So i want to engage in exactly this. It will be challenging for me, cause i know that i only write when i am truly inspired. But I’m sure that once i’ve started, everything will work out just fine.
I haven’t decided yet whether it will be a weekly or a daily thing, but i’m just going to start anyway 🙂
Please feel free to leave any comment, thoughts, critics, feedback. And please enjoy 🙂
ps. Day 1 is coming up!
All the way down to the basin of the Wallaman Falls, the highest single drop waterfall in Australia. The area is filled with beautiful pristine rain forests and has a great natural camping ground. Really enjoyed our time there back in 2010. And this one will certainly be featured in the photobook. I actually made the first selection for the book. So finally it’s underway 😀