Nature

Life awakens at Spring…

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Awakening: the sleeping now awaken.
Flowers, sun, black and white, photography, monochromes, B&W,

I love it as Spring brings to life the hibernating trees and far away birds. The sun and rains, the chirping of birds, flowers hither and yon: the black and white canvas now colored with life!
Oh- how I missed it all!

Pink flowers, blue sky, sun, spring, summer.

Shades of the sun…

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Sunrise or sunset: The pattern that forms with the bright burning orb in the center of the horizon has made the human mind go beyond and think of us as a part of something so much larger…
The sun rises and sets every day, only to be back without fail – a promise that was never broken. Yet one can’t fail to be amazed by the spectacular show that is not the same….

sunrise, sunset, sky, orange,
The sunrise just coming out after fresh showers with all its splendor !
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Sunset and me: the sun is going down into the depths of the ocean where it would refresh itself to be back again! 
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Not touched up even though it might appear to, this picture reminds me of the evening when the sky went ablaze darkening further the shadows. I was enveloped in a peach-orange-pink-ish bubble away from this world. It was magical!

 

These unusual nooks and crannies…

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WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge

As much as I love Nature, I am wary of going too close into the nooks and crannies, if you will, of the plants and trees. I am not most comfortable at the thought of insects and the like. But one morning of last week, I was prodded by my visiting mother to check out this latticework in one such spot in the grass and close to the plants roots, in the dark and the deep. It was magical how the dew drops settled on the fragile spiderweb: this striking show tucked away from the world.

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Dew drops (or was it raindrops?) settled on a spiderweb in some tiny corner of my garden. Monochrome # 48

Unusual

All I ask, the Heaven above..

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The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge:  The Road Taken   and Wanderlust
(Update: Umm… so having felt a …er..wee bit guilty about using a post from a past challenge, here is the dedicated one for Wanderlust: Oh Wanderlust! The places you take me… ) 

Enroute to Macknac Island, Michigan. Skyscspe # 010. #nofilter

All I Ask Is Heaven Above…

LUMINOUS sapphire skies
Woolgathering in glee
Blowing thinking-clouds
Bubbles of fantasy…

IN amber fairy dust
Blooms n’ buzzing bees
Racing to the horizon
The rolling emerald fields

THIS wanderlust I love
Nothing more I seek
All I ask, the heaven above
And the road below me…

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Road Trip. 2016. To Mackinac Island. Some iPhone pictures of the road, taken on the road. No filter or enhancing was needed for the stunning blues and greens.

Blue sky white clouds green fields Upper Pure Michigan UP madame-zenista.com summer
Rolling fields in somewhere in northern Michigan. Skyscape # 011. #nofitler

On reaching the Mackinaw City, we took a ferry to the Mackinac Island all bikes no motor vehicles.

Mackinac Island Street Biking Upper Pure Michigan UP madame-zenista.com summer
The road in Mackinac Island where only bikes are allowed. Summer 2016.
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This ‘Lilac Tree Hotel’ by the roadside sporting lilac flower baskets. Mackinac Island.

Ever since I read it the first time in high school, R.L. Stevenson’s The Vagabond stayed with as a beautiful memory appealing my ‘wanderer self’.  I LOVE this poem. I cant help but reproduce it here and see if you feel it speak to your soul as it did to mine.

The Vagabond by Robert Louis Stevenson

Give to me the life I love,
Let the lave go by me,
Give the jolly heaven above
And the byway night me.
Bed in the bush with stars to see,
Bread I dip in the river —
There’s the life for a man like me,
There’s the life for ever.
Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o’er me;
Give the face of earth around
And the road before me.
Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I seek, the heaven above
And the road below me.
Or let autumn fall on me
Where afield I linger,
Silencing the bird on tree,
Biting the blue finger;
White as meal the frosty field —
Warm the fireside haven —
Not to autumn will I yield,
Not to winter even!
Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o’er me;
Give the face of earth around,
And the road before me.
Wealth I ask not, hope, nor love,
Nor a friend to know me.
All I ask, the heaven above
And the road below me.

The twilight tree… Skyscape # 005

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Twilight, tree, sky, sunset.
The bare twilight tree. Skyscape # 005

THE TWILIGHT TREE

THE waning sun
The sky blue still
The night to come
The heart athrill

THE tree so bare
Looks up to the sky
The sunset’s glare
The darkness nigh

IT’S arms outspread
It’s soul inviting
A tree beckons
With love abiding

BOUND notwithstanding
Its Spirit free
All over, burning
The Twilight Tree..

Twilights are one of my favorite times of the day. It is a short time when two worlds merge, creating a third, evanescent one. This poem is dedicated to twilight and the witnessing tree.