Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who
wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. — Plato
For me, photography has become a way of attempting to make sense of the strange world that I see around me. I don’t ever expect to achieve that understanding, but the fact that I am trying comforts me. – Mikhael Subotzky
Monochrome Madness will be posted later today for your viewing pleasure on Leanne Cole’s blog.
If you would like to participate and submit a photo in the upcoming 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. The first MM of every month will have a theme. The next theme will be “bridges” for MM 2-22. There will be two galleries during the 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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“The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it – basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.” ― Charles Bukowski
The wish for healing has always been half of health. — Lucius Annaeus Seneca
“You have not grown old, and it is not too late
To dive into your increasing depths
where life calmly gives out its own secret.”
People deal too much with the negative, with what is wrong.
Why not try and see positive things, to just touch those things and make them bloom?
— Thich Nhat Hanh
Experiment to me
Per me un esperimento
Is every one I meet.
è ognuno che incontro.
If it contain a kernel?
Che nasconda un gheriglio?
The figure of a nut
L’aspetto di una noce
Presents upon a tree,
Appare sopra un albero,
Equally plausibly;
egualmente plausibile;
But meat within is requisite,
ma la polpa all’interno è requisito,
To squirrels and to me.
per gli scoiattoli e me.
by Emily Dickinson
Somebody was saying to Picasso that he ought to make pictures of things the way they are–objective pictures. He mumbled that he wasn’t quite sure what that would be. The person who was bullying him produced a photograph of his wife from his wallet and said, “There, you see, that is a picture of how she really is.” Picasso looked at it and said, “She is rather small, isn’t she? And flat?” — Gregory Bateson
Monochrome Madness will be posted later today for your viewing pleasure on Leanne Cole’s blog.
If you would like to participate and submit a photo in the upcoming 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. The first MM of every month will have a theme. The next theme will be “bridges” for MM 2-22. There will be two galleries during the 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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On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my
dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.
That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to
me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this
perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.
Maverick Mist 