“I want to encourage women to embrace their own uniqueness. Because just like a rose is beautiful, so is a sunflower, so is a peony. I mean, all flowers are beautiful in their own way, and that’s like women too.” — Miranda Kerr
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This is kind of a ghost image of a Dzunukwa Mask. This particuliar mask was made of bear skin and human hair. It was believed the Dzunukwa, or Cannibal Woman, would lurk in the forest and eat little children. The mask would be worn by a chief in ceremonies, one of which would be gift-giving as it was believed that men that could tame her would bring back great treasure. So hopefully this brings everyone good fortune, with no loss of little children, as I’m passing this image on to this week 12’s Monochrome Madness. Don’t look into the eyes of this thing but keep an eye out for this week’s monochrome photos by some very talented people. Photos will be posted on Leanne Cole’s blog later on in the day.
Thou art the Iris, fair among the fairest,
Who, armed with golden rod
And winged with the celestial azure, bearest
The message of some God.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
“Since Iris is the Greek goddess for the Messenger of Love, her sacred flower is considered the symbol of communication and messages. Greek men would often plant an iris on the graves of their beloved women as a tribute to the goddess Iris, whose duty it was to take the souls of women to the Elysian fields.” — Hana No Monogatari, from The Stories of Flowers.
“If you will stay close to nature, to its simplicity, to the small things hardly noticeable, those things can unexpectedly become great and immeasurable.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke
“Art” isn’t just paintings…
and sculptures,
it can be anything in which we find beauty…
…and meaning…
— even food.
Show us a thing, place, or person that’s a work of art to you.
The flower offered of itself
And eloquently spoke
Of Gods
In languages of rainbows
Perfumes
And secret silence…
Phillip Pulfrey
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.
The shepherds’ swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
“A picture is a poem without words.”
Horace
“There are no rules for good photographs, there are only good photographs.” – Ansel Adams
A blog post I look forward to weekly is Monochrome Madness. For those that might not know, this is a weekly collection of monochrome photos organized and graciously hosted by Leanne Cole in collaboration with Laura Macky. It’s a great way to see a group of diverse and talented photographers monochrome photos all in one posting. If you haven’t already visited, check out Monochrome Madness – Week 11 here.
Maverick Mist 