ein Geschenk, dieser blütenreicher Baum, spricht er doch von Hoffnung, Neuanfang, ersten Zeichen der Erfüllung und ja, er spricht von der Erfüllung selbst, wenn man an sie glaubt, so innig, dass man sie selbst erschaffen kann! Eine "blaue Serie"?! Wie sehr ich mich schon auf Dein nächstes "blaue Zeichen" freue, liebe Roxana!
Une photo qui se regarde à la verticale comme à l'horizontale, une belle harmonie d'espaces parallèles et le sentiment d'une certaine fraîcheur et d'un silence que l'on ne voudrait pas troubler, alors silence, on regarde et on admire, le soir tombe !...
Roxana, you capture images unlike anyone else I know, as if your lens sees not of eyes, but of dreams. They are so beautiful, so whimsical, so ethereal, I just want to kiss the lips that could see what you see. Mwah!
roxana, the 4th and last ones are gorgeous. in your pictures there is invariably this melting into/of reality -or is it an escape into a dreamworld where, finally, your beloved distinctions do not matter? Is it Richter or Monet?
Hmm. sorry, sorry, couldn't stop laughing, though. I read 'the blooming..'in an east end voice: "the bloomin'.." :-)
si si magicienne des éléments... tu enchantes les bois de mille boutons qui vont s'épanouir sous la caresse du printemps.. un moment de silence et de paix dans la folie du monde... bises bises Roxana..a bientot..
There are days, maybe even weeks when I don't dare to visit your site, knowing that it will always be able to hold one tight, lifting up back into life; images cutting deeper than any knife, always able to provide the might of spring - with this blue certainly able to enter ones soul. For sure one wouldn't know what to do without you. Please excuse this "strange" comment, yet felt as if it was high time for truth.
ein Geschenk, dieser blütenreicher Baum, spricht er doch von Hoffnung, Neuanfang, ersten Zeichen der Erfüllung und ja, er spricht von der Erfüllung selbst, wenn man an sie glaubt, so innig, dass man sie selbst erschaffen kann!
ReplyDeleteEine "blaue Serie"?! Wie sehr ich mich schon auf Dein nächstes "blaue Zeichen" freue, liebe Roxana!
Liebe Renée, lass mich Dich bluetenreich umarmen - schnell noch bevor ich zu Bett gehe :-)
ReplyDeletebin so froh, dass Du auf die Bruecke gekommen bist!
Une photo qui se regarde à la verticale comme à l'horizontale, une belle harmonie d'espaces parallèles et le sentiment d'une certaine fraîcheur et d'un silence que l'on ne voudrait pas troubler, alors silence, on regarde et on admire, le soir tombe !...
ReplyDeleteSimply exquisite... there is nothing else at present for me to say besides... in french : simplement exquis...
ReplyDeleteAnd while thinking of sorceresses in Romania :
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/1613866.stm
Roxana, you capture images unlike anyone else I know, as if your lens sees not of eyes, but of dreams. They are so beautiful, so whimsical, so ethereal, I just want to kiss the lips that could see what you see. Mwah!
ReplyDeleteThese made me breathless and leave me speechless. The final blurred one seems to mirror the tears in my eyes.
ReplyDeleteroxana, the 4th and last ones are gorgeous. in your pictures there is invariably this melting into/of reality -or is it an escape into a dreamworld where, finally, your beloved distinctions do not matter? Is it Richter or Monet?
ReplyDeleteHmm. sorry, sorry, couldn't stop laughing, though. I read 'the blooming..'in an east end voice: "the bloomin'.." :-)
Hope all is well.
Take care,
b.
Oh Roxana,
ReplyDeleteI adore these incantations. They are like revelations to me. Dark Enchantment.
J'aimerais me perdre dans cette forêt de songes...
ReplyDeleteWonderful images again, here, on the floating bridge of dreams.
ReplyDeletesi si magicienne des éléments...
ReplyDeletetu enchantes les bois de mille boutons qui vont s'épanouir sous la caresse du printemps..
un moment de silence et de paix dans la folie du monde...
bises bises Roxana..a bientot..
The Blooming Forest
ReplyDeleteone day the only darkness we’ve ever known finds light
this is the improbable lace of new leaves
where the light breaks from their edges
and scatters among branches
this is a world inside us, but not only inside us
the “not only” is the glint and glimmer of the clarifying forest
during a morning and an afternoon
when the busy, subtle hands of the wind
are touching thousands of little bright blossoms into place
Unde mă duceţi?
ReplyDeleteThe woods are blooming here too. England in May is like fairyland. The greens of the trees are singing.
ReplyDeleteThere are days, maybe even weeks when I don't dare to visit your site, knowing that it will always be able to hold one tight, lifting up back into life; images cutting deeper than any knife, always able to provide the might of spring - with this blue certainly able to enter ones soul.
ReplyDeleteFor sure one wouldn't know what to do without you.
Please excuse this "strange" comment, yet felt as if it was high time for truth.
"fading blue"
Oh yes, these are splendid!
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thank you all for your enthusiasm and lovely comment, they mean so much to me...
ReplyDeleteje vous remercie de m'accompagner dans ma foret en fleur, je vous suis reconnaissante pour votre chaleur et sensibilite.
je vous embrasse...
ever so tentative, so pure a blooming - not cruel at all
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