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Post by zin on Dec 15, 2015 3:18:36 GMT -5
I concur!  -elms- Nice, isn't it? I love the turning of trees in the fall! If it's not oaks, it's aspen. If it ain't aspen, I'll take the maples. Seasons each have their charm! BTW, are those red oaks? Looks like a great place for a spacey morning walk. : ) I was joking there, it's laughter's pic taken from another thread ("5-7-5 poetry")... Yes I like the color changes, too.  |
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Post by laughter on Dec 15, 2015 7:07:03 GMT -5
More on the desert motif. We heard of this place down in south Peru called Huacachina. It's a desert oasis off the coast a ways. Lotsa folks want to go there to ride the dunes on snowboards.....I know, kinda uuuhh, really? The small town had a few shops, a handful of cheapo guesthouses, and a nice variety of hummingbirds too! Anyway, I just liked hiking back into the dunes for sunrises and sets, taking in the space and silence. Going up was a pain in the arse; going down was wooohooo! These were some of the bigger dunes I've ever seen. To the mid-left, you can see a itty bitty person walking along the big curve that gives some perspective.  That's seriously like something out of a dream. |
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Post by zin on Dec 15, 2015 16:27:39 GMT -5
That was a wonderful picture! So you put red flowers behind your ears and the bird comes to you... How nice! I like "the moment of observing and catching things in movement", too; if at the moment of taking the pic I have the "this is OK" feeling I am not curious about looking at the pic later. But one must keep some! And I don't usually touch the pics afterwards, except a bit of cropping but sometimes it is useful as jly said here. I will attach one example, it is still not a good pic (after making it darker) but it's good enough to remind me of that day, the surprise of noticing the web while passing : ) -web- I dig spiders; I always have. I have billions of memories from life on my grandparents farms. I actually used to "feed them" to watch them in action...brilliant, really. And when the dew would settle on their webs, I was enraptured. About the time my head exploded while living up in the Himalayas, one of my morning gigs was to walk the perimeter of the hut I lived in, checking out the different kinds of spiders that lived in the area. I simple walk with chai in hand might take an hour, though of course, stopping to watch and listen to the magpies carrying on was almost inevitable. I think I got a pic of the shack somewhere...I'll post it. Again, I have this think about imagining what this body form would like like form their perspective. For whatever reason, that opens up something that translates into....well, openness. Pretty much a dance of perspectives. Just a thing... I don't disturb some tiny spiders who are living in this house : ) And yes a simple walk can take an hour or hours, and I wish I had more time even though I am not in a too much natural environment (but it *gets* interesting anway, like seeing little flowers among concrete : ))... Please find the pic of the shack. What do we look like from their perspective?... I am not sure about spiders but some birds do look at me with some looks like "poor thing!" Lol.. The impression I have is they somehow sense I am not as good as them in nature, I am a bit 'inappropriate' there : ) But I am writing stories here. ps. Thanks for the desert pic! |
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Post by zin on Dec 15, 2015 16:31:48 GMT -5
I liked this tree a lot.. ps. don't know how it appeared this large but will leave it like that : )   |
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Post by justlikeyou on Dec 15, 2015 21:39:00 GMT -5
Watching the Watchers  |
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Post by zin on Dec 16, 2015 1:49:56 GMT -5
hey, these are secret agents!  : ) |
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Post by zin on Dec 16, 2015 19:12:08 GMT -5
..and last states of a couple of familiar things.. (sadly, marigolds are gone, planter box is empty!)   |
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Post by zin on Dec 19, 2015 15:32:31 GMT -5
So the horizontal one has been taken, too : ) I learned that shadows can keep one happily busy.  |
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Post by zin on Dec 19, 2015 15:41:59 GMT -5
The 2nd one is a bit bluish again, because of direct sunlight but the effect is about ten percent or so...   |
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Post by someNOTHING! on Dec 19, 2015 21:14:08 GMT -5
I love the turning of trees in the fall! If it's not oaks, it's aspen. If it ain't aspen, I'll take the maples. Seasons each have their charm! BTW, are those red oaks? Looks like a great place for a spacey morning walk. Elms. Lots of streets on the East Coast used to be lined with them, those are disease resistant like the ones on the poets walk. When those canopy's went it had to be a loss for peeps back then.  I've seen some nice yellow elms, but I've not seen such red ones! Quite beautiful. The elms I know have small, nickel-size leaves, and yes, are quite disease-resistant. I fought oak wilt (on red and live oaks)on my parents property for a summer. That disease spread viciously, especially with the drought. I will likely do the booster re-inoculation this spring, if I get a chance...50+ trees! It just takes hours and patience to get'er done. Preserve the old growth!! |
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Post by someNOTHING! on Dec 19, 2015 21:31:18 GMT -5
More on the desert motif. We heard of this place down in south Peru called Huacachina. It's a desert oasis off the coast a ways. Lotsa folks want to go there to ride the dunes on snowboards.....I know, kinda uuuhh, really? The small town had a few shops, a handful of cheapo guesthouses, and a nice variety of hummingbirds too! Anyway, I just liked hiking back into the dunes for sunrises and sets, taking in the space and silence. Going up was a pain in the arse; going down was wooohooo! These were some of the bigger dunes I've ever seen. To the mid-left, you can see a itty bitty person walking along the big curve that gives some perspective. That's seriously like something out of a dream. Every grain an act of god It helps to align <<I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.>> <<Do you wrestle with dreams? Do you contend with shadows? Do you move in a kind of sleep? Time has slipped away. Your life is stolen. You tarried with trifles. Victim of your folly.>> |
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Post by someNOTHING! on Dec 19, 2015 22:01:49 GMT -5
I liked this tree a lot.. ps. don't know how it appeared this large but will leave it like that : ) I love gingkos! A great tree for golden November afternoons! Interestingly, when they push seeds, there's a distinct aroma in the air. Very distinct. I've always loved taking pics of leaves. There's something so insightful to the observance. In my mind, I always appreciated the supposed/likely fact that no two leaves/cells/etc are alike in history of what is. I suppose that the brains, conditioning and expression of peeps are the same. It is pure creativity, pure intelligence, and there's no real getting it, so being is the entry into the secret from which What Is is adorned by the cosmos. How does one get there??? Exhausted, as far as I can say.  Brilliant. |
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Post by someNOTHING! on Dec 19, 2015 22:45:01 GMT -5
One could never see the forest, nor the trees, without the awareness that One is. From delusional self awareness, the search goes outward and inward for that, as if other...rarely simply seeking to align as IT IS. Perfectly so.  "I seen another world. Sometimes I think it was just my imagination." ~Private Witt from The Thin Red Line |
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Post by laughter on Dec 19, 2015 23:36:02 GMT -5
That's seriously like something out of a dream. Every grain an act of god It helps to align <<I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.>> <<Do you wrestle with dreams? Do you contend with shadows? Do you move in a kind of sleep? Time has slipped away. Your life is stolen. You tarried with trifles. Victim of your folly.>> tarry now that's all you have even after the fear is gone even after only you remain there's nothing other than the alarm clock screech the horn's wail in traffic the scowl of the stranger the impatience of the tax collector counting all the grains of the desert on his abacus while the childs smiling guiless eye reflects neither figure nor fact still, the spice must flow |
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Post by laughter on Dec 20, 2015 6:09:22 GMT -5
Elms. Lots of streets on the East Coast used to be lined with them, those are disease resistant like the ones on the poets walk. When those canopy's went it had to be a loss for peeps back then. I've seen some nice yellow elms, but I've not seen such red ones! Quite beautiful. The elms I know have small, nickel-size leaves, and yes, are quite disease-resistant. I fought oak wilt (on red and live oaks)on my parents property for a summer. That disease spread viciously, especially with the drought. I will likely do the booster re-inoculation this spring, if I get a chance...50+ trees! It just takes hours and patience to get'er done. Preserve the old growth!! yanno I'll take a closer look at the leaves next spring. Elms is what this guy who worked for the city agency that planted them told me. |
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