Saturday, 17 August 2013

the quiet life of gardens














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8 comments:

  1. welch schöne idee, diese bilder in schwarzweiss zu gestalten, sie haben eine enorme wirkungskraft und strahlen tatsächlich eine stille und ruhe aus. alles in licht und schatten gehüllt und jetzt, du wirst dich wundern, scheint hier die sonne, die sich den ganzen tag von den wolken nicht befreien konnte... :-)! liebste grüsse! renée

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    1. ja, ich habe die farbvariante auch versucht, aber schwarzweiss hat mir besser gefallen :-)
      ich laechle dir ganz froh zu, meine sanfte freundin!

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  2. Yet pictures are always quiet (unless one employs such colors as oxblood red or other cacophonous pigments). Gardens are sometimes quiet, though sometimes not (i remember one demonic afternoon when the thunder shook the earth).

    Cacophonous pigments! A nifty cross sensual device. Wasn't someone just saying that the gardens in photographs were silent when, in fact, they merely appeared to be. And our empirical senses had, just then, to rely of the gilded word of the photographer?

    Silent photographs of gardens or photographs of silent gardens? Life is so complex. Time for a cup of tea.

    And shaking the earth, a tactile sensation masquerading as sound. Are you with me, dearest?

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    1. i think that it makes a difference whether one lives in a garden, as you do, and one quietly visits them, in awe, and already wrapped in the melancholy of the inevitable parting...

      i am always with you, even amidst of the most terrifying synesthesies :-)))

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  3. hi beautiful Roxana, this is so beautiful the leaveslike a white flock of birds fluttering as if they have liberated themselves from the earth tug from an infinite number of light years.

    white and black is the quieter subdued meditation well colour excites the senses and reminds us of the earth's colourful extravagant waste- well in my meditation for today haha.
    sending you soft kisses of peace.

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    1. it is a green japanese maple, but somehow i liked it better b/w, you are right, a "quieter, subdued meditation" is what i was aiming at...

      kisses back :-)

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  4. de atatea ori ne gasim surprinsi noi ,oamenii,langa ceea ce se infaptuieste in taina langa noi. uneori,mie,cel putin, mi se intampla sa fiu cuprinsa de o umilinta grava,ca si cand nicicand,nimic din ceea ce as face... simt atunci nevoia sa nu mai gesticulez,sa nu mai spun o vorba,doar sa urmaresc acele carari,acele insinuari carora nu le voi putea gasi niciodata dezlegarea,pentru ca,nu,nu este nimeni care sa imi dea dreptate sau sa ma infranga acolo; este doar extaticul fara-de-prisos.

    gradinile,gradinile...

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    1. "extaticul fara-de-prisos"

      oh, m-am indragostit de asta, cum ai putut spune atat de frumos

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