The cold water was still thinly frozen a warmer river from the deep moving up and through dividing the sea slowly hoping for the spring to take her hand and over
Day 2563, betweenDaily picture, Poetry
The mountains don’t separate but the water that falls from cavers inside fill the empty sea between ...
Day 2538, still.Daily picture, Poetry
De river is still frozen I could cross it but she might wake though the silence calls on the other side the road I drive on is still not frozen
Day 2530, current.Daily picture, Poetry
Memories surrounded by hills
fed by waterfalls that bring
to slowly renew the fjord
a part of the sea
its salt conserves
the current not there
it was always there
and will be
Day 2473, the same.aphorism, Daily picture, Poetry
Did you know that the horizon in a dark hour is still the same as in a brighter hour Happy new year.
Day 2454, quiet.Daily picture, Poetry
Day 2380, love for a.Daily picture
Living in a small big country far from the centre makes it sometimes necessary to travel long distances to get what you need. We’re on the way back, but still 3 hours from our workplace, we have already traveled 14 hours. We picked up a large, used table saw to replace a 40 year old saw we had. My old colleague, who worked longer at the company than the old table saw is old finally retired at 72. So we young ones immediately took the chance to look for replacements of the old machines. The old machines need a lot of love and special encouragement to let them work correctly, something the old guy excepted out of his love for the machines. He didn’t understand why we complained that the old girl didn’t saw straight anymore, she just needs a little guidance and help was his response. I don’t know if I ever fall in love with this new saw, but the time it took getting her home has already helped with getting her closer to my heart, if only because I enjoyed a whole day of driving through this beautiful landscape.
Day 2336, bleak.Day's pictures, Poetry
My memories of this morning are bleak not because of the scene I saw but because I have seen it countless times
Day 2283, talking to myself outside.Day's pictures
I don’t know
I just like to look at these landscapes and enjoy this rock we live on.
Not sure why so many feel the need to hate on each other.
Or need a start, a reason, or an end to all of this.
Is it just boredom?
Is it just boredom that makes all of us invent all these reasons?
Why do we need a reason?
We all enjoy these landscapes at some point in life, that’s what we share.
The rest is just made up.
2254, past.Day's pictures, Poetry
A view into the distance
I imagine the calm water that I see
like that forever
I slow down some more
I cannot not stop on this road
after the next bend
I will find some time
what past me by
Dat 2244, taken.Day's pictures, Poetry
nature is not as beautiful
as we picture it
Day 2081, horizon.Day's pictures, Poetry
Utah, America, 2016
A long horizon stretches in front of us
and a path leads us
to the sun
we don’t see a trail
but something urges
we don’t even see
where we tread
over and over
we always seem to be halfway
to the other horizon
that follows us
Day 1972, outlined.Daily picture, Poetry
The horizon seems really dark
but the storm clouds make it all clearer
Day 1837, something to read.Books, Daily picture
“Imagination enters into the taking of the photograph, if only by the choice of a point of view, which then becomes the point of view of those who look at the photograph. But imagination can enter into the photograph more deeply than it can into the map making. It is true that maps of the same area can differ precisely according to the purposes for which they are drawn – land use maps and geological maps for instance -but the business of the map maker is nonetheless to record information in a neutral way. The photographer by contrast can choose a point of view precisely in order to give the landscape a particular focus of interest. Furthermore, the more imaginative a photographer is, the more he or she is likely to select a point of view which, left to our own devices, we would not have chosen. In this way the photographer gets us to see what we would not otherwise have seen. Imagination chooses a point of view and the photograph directs our perception accordingly. It is not fanciful to speak of a photograph’s revealing new, and hitherto unimagined aspects of a landscape. All this of course is to be contrasted with doctoring the photograph. A photograph of a landscape, however imaginative, is to be distinguished from the celebrated ‘photograph’ of fairies at the bottom of the garden. It is at one and the same time a work of imagination and concerned with what is really there.”
From Philosophy of the arts. An introduction to aesthetics by Gordon Graham (ISBN o-415-16687-X ISBN)
Chapter 3, art and understanding Page 51 (E-book 2001)