The Mist

The Mist

Over the vistas broke a cold gray light, such as seen in those false dawns that are neither night nor true morning, when the world and all its contents seem but shapes of mist, formed in vain hope and desire… If you awake from troubled sleep at such a time, you can only sit by the window and think of those that have been lost to you, those that followed your parents into those cold and heartless regions below the grass, silent and dark. Eventually, morning comes and the world resumes its solidity, but another tiny thread of ice has been stitched into your heart forever.

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Quote provided by: CZ
Quote by: K.W. Jeter, Morlock Night

Window

Window

The eye craves the spectacle of the horizon; of mountain, ocean, river and plain, the clouds and stars; actual contact with the elements, sympathy with the seasons as they rise and roll.

[Quote by Amos Bronson Alcott (1799-1888) – The Journals of Bronson Alcott, January, p. 187, Little Brown & Co., Boston MA, 1938… Provided by CZ]

By Burtn
Location: Gaissau, Salzburg, Austria

Full Moon

Full Moon

“The Chinese considered the moon to be yin, feminine and full of negative energy, as opposed to the sun that was yang and exemplified masculinity. I liked the moon, with its soft silver beams. It was at once elusive and filled with trickery, so that lost objects that had rolled into the crevices of a room were rarely found, and books read in its light seemed to contain all sorts of fanciful stories that were never there the next morning.”

[Quote by Yangsze Choo, The Ghost Bride… Provided by CZ]

By Gaston Batistini
Taken on: May 7, 2009
Location: Near Yangshuo, China

Kaweah’s Fury

Kaweah's Fury

Flat outstretched upon a mound
Of earth I lie; I press my ear
Against its surface and I hear
Far off and deep, the measured sound
Of heart that beats within the ground.
And with it pounds in harmony
The swift, familiar heart in me.
They pulse as one, together swell,
Together fall; I cannot tell
My sound from earth’s, for I am part
Of rhythmic, universal heart.

[By Elizabeth Odell… Provided by CZ]

By Jeff Lewis
Taken: August 29, 2012
Location: Sunset, Sequoia National Park

Dark Forest

Dark Forest

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.

[Poem by George Gordon Byron… Provided by CZ]

Photo by Paul Bica
Taken on:  January 19, 2013
Location:  St Jamestown, Toronto, ON, CA