Day 3663, no thoughts.

Poetry

I can imagine what I was thinking in this old picture, but I imagine that it is all wrong.

This was on Curacau, where the weather is always the same, warm wind, but not too. We worked 6 days a week til one o’clock. The rest of the day, we went out by car to the beach, maybe did some diving, and relaxed afterward. Maybe we smoked some, just before this picture existed, sitting on a rock, letting the last heat of the disappearing sun dry my skin.

There was very little to worry about in those days, as if life stood still, or maybe hadn’t started yet. Maybe I was thinking about my life when it would start, or is that something you don’t do when you’re young? I forgot, this was so long ago.

To be honest, the longer I look at the picture, the colors, the mood, the more I forget my thoughts; I just look, close my eyes, and drift into the distance, having the best thoughts, as in no thoughts even while watching the sun go under.

Day 2800, sun something.

Daily picture, Haiku

Somehow you will know
a sunset from a sunrise 
without direction

Day 2695, last thought.

Daily picture, Poetry

Are we not all slaves of our last thought

Day 2562, slowly.

Daily picture, Poetry

Slowly I wait  
for the sunset to bring 
you
the darkness of the night 
your voice
when you see me
soon
not far from where I am

I realize
now
you were never gone

Day 2453, colors.

Daily picture, Poetry

Before darkness 
the sky colors her goodbye
and even obscured 
in a reflection
the message is clear 
color the day

Day 2320, until.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Every sunset you see 
is your last

Day 2116, another winter day.

Day's pictures

The cold valley moved

with the shadows

the disappearing sun

left

to linger

~

the colors in the sky

where no longer

reflected

Day 2115, view from a view from my window.

Day's pictures

I love reading letters written by people I admire like this example written by Friedrich Nietzsche to his good friend Peter Gast; it humanizes these people from who you normally only read the best they can produce and not about their daily lives. This comes out of a book written in 1921 by Oscar Levy, who translated a lot of Nietzsche’s work when it first got known outside Germany. You can read the book on archive.org, this letters starts on on page 139.

NIETZSCHE TO PETER GAST.

Sils-MaIaria, end of August, 1881.

But this is splendid news, my dear friend! Above all that you should have finished! At the thought of· this first great achievement of your life, I feel indescribably happy and solemn ; I shall not fail to remember August 24, 1881 ! How things are progressing ! But as soon as I think of your work I am overcome by a

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Day 2114, Drive.

Day's pictures, Poetry

The scenery was white

like on a grey day

~

it was not cold

but there was still snow

on some of the trees

~

and the sun just left

but did not forget

to set the tone

for the past day

~

I looked at it

for a moment

Day 2107, from my window 5.

Day's pictures

The camera used as an art tool can make the dark darker and the light lighter. Is it more interesting than the real world? Or true?

“As I work at my drawings, day after day, what seemed unattainable before is now gradually becoming possible. Slowly, I’m learning to observe and measure. I don’t stand quite so helpless before nature any longer.”
Vincent van Gogh

Day 2106, from my window 4.

Day's pictures

The sun sets around four here in Trondheim, and I could take this picture because I have a vacation and was sitting on my couch.

“When one loses the deep intimate relationship with nature, then temples, mosques and churches become important.”

Jiddu Krishnamurti

Day 2055, I reflect.

Day's pictures

Slide film, 1996, Olst – the Netherlands

A beautiful sunset is about the only thing that stayed the same through the ages; the river wasn’t even here a thousand years ago. Can you imagine?

Day 2052, equator.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I lived on an island by the equator

where the weather was the same

every day the sun also set

just a car drive after dinner

~

it was paradise for us

the lucky few

seeing the sun set so fast

in a world that stood still

Day 2036, Does beauty need a reason.

Anarchy, why not?, Daily picture, Poetry

Are random clouds, colors and shades

from the sunset you see

not more beautiful

then the reason you see

behind it

Does beauty need a reason

You jump up and swiftly swipe your hands where you felt it crawl; a tiny, harmless spider moves away, you wonder why this made you scared. This reaction to spiders and snakes is a classic example of a fear we inherited from our ancient forefathers. It can still be helpful if you find yourself wondering in a tropical jungle, but for most humans living today, in cities and urban areas, this fear of harmless spiders and other small insects is not rational.

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