Showing posts with label Colors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Colors. Show all posts
October 25, 2014
The Return
I didn't know the water
but I planted words at its edge...
the words said what they said, then I left
I kept nothing but the rhythm, the rhythm in its wave.
On the path to the sky
the sky of my song
I was the daughter of the wind, traveling and residing
among the people of the sea...
One day, I heard the words which I planted at the edge of the water speaking
I felt the pulse of the alphabet in the echo
I forgot who I was so that I could be...
Now I return from a window, looking out in two directions
can I return as I left?
only knowing that the words I planted had grown into trees.
It is Autumn.
September 1, 2013
August 29, 2013
August 20, 2013
Colorful Victorian Houses
photo was taken at Hackettstown, New Jersey
during my trip to USA this spring.
August 18, 2013
Red Roses
I did captured the roses, but this composition was lack of focus, and bit messy.
so I cropped and sharpened it , at the end I used "fancy focus" to add some dynamics.
~ be in your pleasures like the flowers blossom under the sun~
linking to Images and Words
August 17, 2013
August 16, 2013
August 12, 2013
July 21, 2013
July 17, 2013
Sweet Avila
The writer José Martínez Ruiz, in his book El alma castellana (The Castilian Soul), described it as "perhaps the most 16th century city in Spain", and it was declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1985.
Avila loves me... :)
share with Scenic Weekends Mandarin Orange Monday
July 7, 2013
When The Heart Was So Sweet
We got little bit lost from Fatima on the way back to Lisbon, while my friend stopped at a gas station asked for direction...I walked around and saw this abandoned building standing alone under that beautiful blue mixed with crimson sky...
It reminded me of the years when I studied Kandinsky, Miro and Klee; the years when life was young and the heart was so sweet...
linking to Mandarin Orange Monday
July 3, 2013
July 2, 2013
July 1, 2013
Sweet Avila II ~ Memory
remembering is the absent chatting with the absent.
the distance turning toward the distance.
love allows distance to recede,
as if looking into a poetic dream;
listening intently to one sound only:
the sound of the wind.
perhaps...remembering is the sound of the wind.
linking to Mandarin Orange Monday Scenic Weekend
June 23, 2013
June 18, 2013
It's A Beautiful Day
June 16, 2013
May 23, 2013
May 22, 2013
May 20, 2013
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)