Monday, February 27, 2012

flight










if i were the movement of a raven's wings through the falling snow
not the raven
not the snow
only the movement


11 comments:

  1. Ja, das wäre ein wundervolles Gefühl .. deine Bilder und Worte erzeugen ein ganz unglaublich intensives Gefühl der Schwerelosigkeit, Zeit spielt keine Rolle - nur der Tanz mit dem Schnee.

    das ist derartig schön, ich bin ganz verzaubert -

    liebe Grüße und Küsse für dich mein Freund,

    isabella

    P.S. bitte deaktiviere die Wortbestätigung unter den Kommentaren, sie erschwert das Kommentieren unnötig ...

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  2. Love the second one James!
    Beautiful words and shots. ;-)

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  3. To be the movement We strive to be it, we lean towards it. We become it...

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  5. Yes! Movement! This is what is. I feel it here, as I felt it in this room before coming here.

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  6. to live this encounter and survive - come back to your ordinary life, as if nothing had happened - yet one is changed, forever...

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  7. Isabella: "nur der Tanz mit dem Schnee" -- ja, es gibt nichts anders :-)


    Lucia: thank you. the second may be my favorite ...


    Liz: the movement absorbs the watcher...


    Deb: thank you, and welcome to the klage-himmel


    Ruth: movement is all, isn't it? even the rock holding up the stillness is actually a dance of atoms ...


    Roxana: i am changed certainly ... i am not sure if i survived :-)

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  8. I loved the tree, but then I saw this...! The snow on the wings, the air thick with it, the snow of childhood for sure! The raven, normally a foreboding sign, but in this gentle and magical landscape has to be a bringing of good news!

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  9. Marion: sometimes the landscape seems focused in a raven, as if it could cover everything in its wings ... and this one was the biggest i've ever seen, it looked the size of a dog perched on its branch!!

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  10. There are days when I can hear the whoosh of their wings as I sit in the silence. I sit in awe at these moments.

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