
“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in–what more could he ask?
A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.” ― Victor Hugo


“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in–what more could he ask?
A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.” ― Victor Hugo


“Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds” — John Milton

“Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.”
Robert Frost


Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. — Confucius

“She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.”
― William Shakespeare

“Success seems to be largely a matter of hanging on after others have let go.” – William Feather

“ ‘Everything flows’ was a proverb of the ancient Greeks — everything is in constant change and motion. This is as true today as it was then and visually perceptive photographers know it — and show it in their photographs. Actually, as far as the photographer is concerned, there are two kinds of motion that must be considered: apparent and real.
The apparent motion is a manifestation of parallax: as we move, the actually stationary objects of our surroundings seem to move, too, they change their positions relative to one another. . .perspective changes, scale changes, foreshortenings and overlappings change. . .what looks awkward not may look good two steps later, or vice versa. We walk along a street, we drive a car, we watch the scenery change, we wait until the moment is right to take the picture.
The real motion, of course, is the motion of people and animals, of cars and airplanes and ships, of windblown trees and drifting clouds, of waves crashing on the beach and horses racing toward the finishing line, of turning wheels and gears, or fingers pounding a typewriter or playing a symphony. . . . It is the rhythm and essence of life.” — Andreas Feininger
The current Leanne Cole and Laura Macky’s weekly Monochrome Madness will be posted later today for your viewing pleasure on Leanne’s blog. If you would like to participate and submit a photo in the coming weeks, please email your monochrome image to leanne@leannecole.com.au and include a link to your blog or website if you have one. It doesn’t have to be WordPress blogger, it can be a Facebook page, a Flickr page, etc. Include your name or your blog name. The image size should be low resolution, so the largest size should be 1000 pixels or less. The deadline for submission is before 6 p.m. on or before Tuesday, Melbourne Australia time. The earlier the better for Leanne. If you should miss the deadline your photograph will be posted the following week. The complete instructions are posted on Leanne’s blog should you have any questions or need help. Next month’s theme will be “fences” on May 5th. There are two galleries during theme week, one for the theme and one like there normally is for those that may choose not to do a theme.
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Forest Walk
By Kristine O’Connell George
I’m practicing my
I-belong-here
no-twig-snap
no-leaf-rustle
no-branch-crack
see-all, know-all
float-like-fog
like-smoke
pine-needle-soft
forest walk.
No one will know I’m coming.
No one will know when I’m gone.


Ecco mormorar l’onde
— Torquato Tasso
Now the waves murmur
And the boughs and the shrubs tremble
in the morning breeze,
And on the green branches the pleasant birds
Sing softly
And the east smiles;
Now dawn already appears
And mirrors herself in the sea,
And makes the sky serene,
And the gentle frost impearls the fields
And gilds the high mountains:
O beautiful and gracious Aurora,
The breeze is your messenger, and you the breeze’s
Which revives each burnt-out heart.


“Only by learning to live in harmony with your contradictions can you keep it all afloat.”
– Audre Lorde

The landscape affects the human psyche –
the soul, the body and the innermost contemplations –
like music. Every time you feel nature deeper you resonate better with her,
finding new elements of balance and freedom… — Nikos Kazantzakis