wat beweegt de ruiter?

school voor rijkunst

durchlassig zijn

Pixies Hey

GLOW 2010

Catharinakerk /Michel Suk


Luminarie de Cagna


Light being/Erik Groen

weer&wind

predator

Stereolab - Rainbow Conversation

i am kloot - tivoli 06/11/2010

sweetness
miles miles of empty space

mees bij het vuur

m

:-) die hoorntjes met flosjes!

hedgehog in the fog

dierenpark Emmen

"Just so"

" No time for tea or lemonade.
Some moments of the day
Were only half awake
Drink a toast to the sun
To the things that never go,
To the break of the day
That is all that I say"

uitzicht vanaf de molen

full moon rising

The Cat And The Moon - William Butler Yeats


The cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet.
What better than call a dance?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion,
A new dance turn.
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.

Time lapse

fotograferen tegen de zon in

WILD GEESE

You do not have to be good,

You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting,

You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile, the world goes on,

Meanwhile, the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes,

Over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers,

Meanwhile, the wild geese, high in the clean blue air are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

The world offers itself to your imagination.

Calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting,

Over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

Mary Oliver

pompoen

10.10.10

Herbsttag

Herr: es ist Zeit. Der Sommer war sehr groß.
Leg deinen Schatten auf die Sonnenuhren,
und auf den Fluren laß die Winde los.

Befiehl den letzten Früchten voll zu sein;
gieb ihnen noch zwei südlichere Tage,
dränge sie zur Vollendung hin und jage
die letzte Süße in den schweren Wein.

Wer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr.
Wer jetzt allein ist, wird es lange bleiben,
wird wachen, lesen, lange Briefe schreiben
und wird in den Alleen hin und her
unruhig wandern, wenn die Blätter treiben.

Aus: Das Buch der Bilder

In my garden where the dew never dries

the mirror explodes - red camera- The warlocks

sporen

Diapause

Diapause

is induced by decreasing day length in late summer

oogst

Michael Kutsche

website zie hier

roads

"There are roads which must not be followed" Sun Tzu

aan de maas

kizmo wil spelen

afterglow

The Afterglow.

After the glow of the noonday sun,
After the day its course has run,
After the glare and bustle and heat,
There comes a peace that is calm and sweet.
The fiery sun sinks low to rest,
Mid flaming clouds, far in the west:
Then softly, gently, stealing slow,
Comes on the golden after glow.

The soft and mellow beams of light
Stem for awhile the flood of night,
And tiny stars, like brilliant gems,
Deep-set in golden diadems,
In dazzling beauty, twinkle so
And blend in the gleam of the afterglow.

Farewell to tiresome toil and care.
All nature kneels in silent prayer,
While the soft rays dimmer, dimmer grow
In the mellow, roseate, afterglow.

As I idly sit in the waning light
And watch the silent, star-lit night,
As she trails her sparkling, sable shroud
O,er the edge of the rosy, tinted cloud,
It seems from my heart the burdens roll,
And a calm, sweet peace steals o'er my soul.

May the passions of men like the heat of the sun
Be cooled and calmed e'er their course is run.
As they sink to rest and fade and go,
May they leave a peaceful afterglow.

Like the light in the west when the sun has set,
Sweet memories linger and cheer us yet.
No fiery passion the heart then feels,
But roseate joy thru our being steals,
And a deeper holier, joy we know
As we feel in our souls the afterglow.
The strongest emotion of pleasure will bring
Some feeling of pain, some grief, some sting.
Mourn not past joys as we see them go,
For there yet remains the afterglow.

__Gertrude Crumb Harman

helibelle

Kyls-tofpeertje

gent/lovendegem

Arenzano - italie

Lac de Sainte-Croix / Gorges du Verdon - augustus 2010