Sunday, 1 September 2013

the first bamboo forest i have ever seen














































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  1. erin1 September 2013 at 14:40

    such places as these exist! i reel in response and wonder the larger Why, as though there needs to be a Why, as though the Why has any relation to us at all. but the experience is so immediately profound!

    what might it have meant to stand there, roxana, to stand and breathe and be there?

    this brings to mind a Canadian film i watched recently, karakara, and how quietly and filled with well being and understanding the main character is at the end of the movie, the women he watches cutting bamboo and using their hands in real work to make something valuable. it becomes a very intimate set of scenes, his proximity and yet voyeurism. maybe you would like this film, all though i laugh a little at the canadian culture that can't help but to show its naïve spiritual state. but this man, i can't help but love, his pain and his quest, his passion.

    xo
    erin

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    1. Roxana10 September 2013 at 09:01

      i must look for this film! :-)

      this forest was a sacred one, as it is the way to a big temple - only crossing the forest can one have access to the temple.
      i was like this too, breathless: such a place is real, oh, how can this be! :-)

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  2. pensum2 September 2013 at 04:25

    bamboo!!! :)

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  3. Prospero2 September 2013 at 17:09

    My first tooth, my first love, my first bamboo forest, all carefully arranged (by me--it took hours of soul searching) in ascending order of importance.

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    1. Roxana10 September 2013 at 09:02

      haha

      but in how many years will she be able to make a post entitled: my first moringa tree forest? :-)

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  4. Unknown2 September 2013 at 22:43

    I can hear it!

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  5. Miriam2 September 2013 at 23:43

    sunt unele dintre acele momente in care verdele se inalta spre infinit,presupun; cand totul este infasurat in lumina si culoare,in tandretea de a fi vlastar,si batran, inmugurit si atoatecunoscator.

    am pasit in dimineata asta in sufragerie- schimbasem cuverturile de pe canapeaua cea mare,este acum una verde,verde ca plantele, verdele frunzelor de ficus; si am trait,cu exact cateva clipe inainte, ceva din mirarea de aici, soarele se filtra prin draperii,si cuprinsese tot verdele, si tot verdele lumii a devenit,astazi,o palma in care sa te asezi:)

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    1. Roxana10 September 2013 at 09:03

      draga, si cuvintele tale sunt mereu, pentru mine, palma in care vin sa ma asez.

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  6. bluestorm4 September 2013 at 10:38

    are you sure you didn't step out in some kind of a wonderland pocket
    that happened to look like an enchanted bamboo forest?
    do people call you sometimes Alice, i wonder? and smile.

    i hear the rustling too!


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    1. Roxana10 September 2013 at 09:03

      i am smiling now, dear Tanja :-)

      Alice lives in everyone of us, doesn't she? it's just that we sometimes forget to let her be :-)

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  7. Anonymous7 September 2013 at 02:04

    das ist wirklich erstaunlich und ich habe vorher nicht einmal bilder von einem bambuswald gesehen! weisst du, ich fange an, gerade durch dich japan zu lieben... :-)
    alles liebste!
    renée

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    1. Roxana10 September 2013 at 09:05

      ja, meine Liebe, ich dachte, wie du gesagt hast, du magst Bambus nicht, wenn du durch meine Bilder einen Weg gefunden hast, den Bambus anders zu sehen als vorher, dann bin ich uebergluecklich!!! :-)

      schoenste und zaertlichste Gruesse :-)

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  8. Michael T Stowers8 September 2013 at 00:16

    The last two are really effective, with the tree lightning-forking against the vertical grasses. Perhaps this is because this subject has been photographed, filmed and mosaiced so much that its surprises become less surprising?

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    1. Roxana10 September 2013 at 09:07

      i think that with the present inflation of images, everything, every topic will soon be "too much" photographed that no surprises could ever arise any longer (if that is not the case already!). at least two of my favourite topics, women and flowers (on the Bridge), are among the most cliche ones :-)

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    2. Michael T Stowers18 September 2013 at 17:07

      Yes, but that's only two. And you do this really amazingly well. I see little in this language of exhaustion. As they say "trust the art, not the artist." Cliche subjects may yield non-trivial results.

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  9. Cristina11 September 2013 at 01:36

    this is hunting and beautiful and more than a forest. I haven't seen such beauty in a log time. thank you!

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  10. crederae12 September 2013 at 19:34

    nature assumes a naked divinity.
    love and light

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