Sunday, December 21, 2014

MySpot: A Melancholy Nature







"Nature comes home to one most when he is at home; 
the stranger and traveler finds her a stranger and traveler also.  
One's own landscape comes in time to be a sort of outlying part of himself; 
he has sowed himself broadcast upon it, and it reflects his own moods and feelings; 
he is sensitive to the verge of the horizon: cut those trees, and he bleeds; 
mar those hills, and he suffers.  
How has the farmer planted himself in his fields; 
builded himself into his stone walls, and evoked the sympathy of the hills by his struggle!  This home feeling, this domestication of nature, is important to the observer. 
This is the birdlime with which he catches the bird; 
this is the private door that admits him behind the scenes."


John Burroughs

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Barcelona: Striven with the Tide














"Wind of the sea,
O where,
where,
where,
through the salt and spray,
do you bear me,
in misery?"


Hilda Doolittle

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

TTD: Love is My Oasis










*Photos Studio 8mm / Edited by me

"The mind swells out to fill the entire landscape, 
becoming so diffuse in the process that 
one loses the ability to keep it fastened to the physical self. (...)
How vast it was! 
It felt more like an ocean than a desert landscape. 
The sun would rise from the eastern horizon, 
cut its way across the empty sky, 
and sink below the western horizon. 
This was the only perceptible change in the surroundings. 
And in the movement of the sun, 
I felt something I hardly know how to name: 
some huge, cosmic love."


Haruki Murakami

MySpot: Everybody Is Different, just like Everyone Else




"Trust yourself, trust your own judgement. 
You can question everything, you can never know anything for sure."


Memento

Lost at Sea






"I must go down to the sea again, 
to the lonely sea and the sky.
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by."


John Masefield

The Leaf that Captures a Stream of Sunlight










"They’ll sell you thousands of greens. 
Veronese green and emerald green and cadmium green and any sort of green you like; 
but that particular green, never."


Picasso

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Barcelona: Carved Out of Agony















"The apathy of the people 
is enough to make every statue leap from its pedestal 
and hasten the resurrection of the dead."


William Lloyd Garrison