How strange that the water should be so green! The trees reflected seem to bear so little resemblance to the actual trees that I think it might be an underwater forest all of its own.
Anne: Thank you. This was taken at a little town in Virginia, called St. Paul, back in late December.
Isabella: Sometimes I think we live on an alien world, no end to its strangeness and surprise. Can you hear the little waves meeting the stones on the shore?
James: I have added this to Weekend Reflections. Thanks for the invitation!
Colleen: Yes, that is exactly what I did that day! A perfect place for meditation. A place for being away….
Sorlil: The water is strangely green, and the other colors are strange, too…. But this is one photo where I didn’t mess around with the color, at all. Something about the light, so heavy in the air that day. You can cross the water and walk through the path in the woods on the other side, or you can sit on the steps, and float in a dream through the underwater forest….
Awarewriter: Thank you. Welcome to my blog! I have found some wonderful photos and good writing on yours…..
Martin: Thank you for coming by and having a look.
Comme une envie subite de peindre ce beau paysage..... c'est magique ! une Ondine doit vivre dans les environs... Oh ! un ange passe... Merci et bises James.
Renee: Inviting, yes ... I can't see a stairway without going down it, can't see a pool without getting close enough to fall in.... he world as invitation....
Only where there is language is there world. --Martin Heidegger
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The word that fits would mime the genesis. --Michel Deguy
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Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes.
... that a whole world of lament arose, in which
all nature reappeared: forest and valley,
road and village, field and stream and animal;
and that around this lament-world, even as
around the other earth, a sun revolved
and a silent, star-filled heaven, a lament-
heaven, with its own, disfigured stars ...
Ein Klage-Himmel, "a lament-heaven," from Rilke's "Orpheus. Eurydike. Hermes." Poetry's post-rupture, post-lapsus, post-death-of-Eurydice dream of recreating that primal world -- Eden, childhood, Orpheus's singing -- where word and thing were one.
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Thank you for this beautiful picture. I like its colours and its composition. Where was it?
Anne
Incredible colors, such as from an alien world, and a silence that can be listened to - a scene full of magic!
That's a wonderful picture. I like the perspective of looking down.
You are welcome to add this to Weekend Reflections if you like.
Just wonderful. I would love to sit there and just listen to the world pass by.
How strange that the water should be so green! The trees reflected seem to bear so little resemblance to the actual trees that I think it might be an underwater forest all of its own.
Your surreal colors seem to work for this image. Nice composition.
Very nicely balanced composition James.
Anne: Thank you. This was taken at a little town in Virginia, called St. Paul, back in late December.
Isabella: Sometimes I think we live on an alien world, no end to its strangeness and surprise. Can you hear the little waves meeting the stones on the shore?
James: I have added this to Weekend Reflections. Thanks for the invitation!
Colleen: Yes, that is exactly what I did that day! A perfect place for meditation. A place for being away….
Sorlil: The water is strangely green, and the other colors are strange, too…. But this is one photo where I didn’t mess around with the color, at all. Something about the light, so heavy in the air that day. You can cross the water and walk through the path in the woods on the other side, or you can sit on the steps, and float in a dream through the underwater forest….
Awarewriter: Thank you. Welcome to my blog! I have found some wonderful photos and good writing on yours…..
Martin: Thank you for coming by and having a look.
the steps leading down seem to constrain one until once again the openness emerges ...
You'll laugh now, dear James, but I've really heard a soft chuckle that sounded as if sung in a low voice from the old days ...
Ich umarme Dich,
Isabella
Comme une envie subite de peindre ce beau paysage.....
c'est magique ! une Ondine doit vivre dans les environs...
Oh ! un ange passe...
Merci et bises James.
I rarely say this but I like *everything* about this photo. The colours are all of my favourites. It looks like layers and layers of jewels!
Susan: This emergence into the open, there is something deep and archetypal about that. It lifts the spirit.
Isabella: Ich glaube! Und wenn ich lache, meines Gelächter ist wegen Freude.... Küsse für dich.
Lady Jo: L’Ondine était la, j’en suis certain. Elle me regardait de l’eau, me chuchotait des doux mots de séduction.... Bisous.
Krista: “layers and layers of jewels” -- What a nice description! I’m going to be shy now....
So vibrant and inviting... pool of turquoise.
Renee: Inviting, yes ... I can't see a stairway without going down it, can't see a pool without getting close enough to fall in.... he world as invitation....
LOL... you can't be shy when someone compliments you... this is YOUR blog silly! ;o)
Krista: Oh ... so THAT'S how it works? Thanks for setting me straight on that! :-)
hehe... no sweat, friend! It's just another service I offer. ;o)
Ooooh, this is pretty.
Rebecca: Glad you liked it :-) Thanks for visiting!
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