one 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.
The Blooming Forest
by James Owens
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.
The Blooming Forest
by James Owens
Roxana, your photos give the words flight, as if always they were bound, as air to feather, as blue to sky, as your eye to beauty. Sigh. As always, gorgeous work!
ReplyDeleteTrée, and as always your words make my heart warm :-)
ReplyDeletei'm happy you enjoyed this spring walk through this blooming forest of vision and language!
i dreamed of a lilac the other day
ReplyDeleteah, then you also dreamed of my next post, Prospero (among other things, i am sure :-)
ReplyDeleteyou'll see
Ethereal mists
ReplyDeleteOf difracted light
Glowing in golden promises
Sung of by hidden birds
Promises always kept
By a trusting earth
We must not break
Nor betray
Such confidences
For such are our only
Hope...
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And for a moment when I saw yellow, I thought, but then no, 'tis not yet the hour of the rapeseed tapestry... and thus the suspense grows deeper with each passing day, I can only begin to imagine the yellow majesty she will portray when the time is ripe, when the golden delicious is ripe upon the bough...
PS.... of course I meant "diffracted", typing too fast produces errors, but not just typing too fast, when in the presence of the Bridge, one stumbles, one stutters, one is tongue tied, like a bashful lad of 16 beholding a beauty yet not knowing what to say, stammering, blushing...
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Indeed, we were typing simultaneous messages, synchronicity at its best... I shall return there to answer...
Des flocons d'or en apesanteur qui capturent les rayons du soleil...
ReplyDeleteC'est magique pour moi qui n'ai jamais eu l'occasion de voir du lilas de cette couleur !
Bises soleil
so schön und berührend diese Bilder. Diese Farben und dieses traumhafte Licht im blütenreichen Wald finden ihren Weg wahrlich tief in mein Herz. So hell habe ich es auf Deiner Brücke noch nie erlebt, liebe Roxana, aber ich weiss, ich kam immer nur in der Nacht..!
ReplyDeleteDie Fotografie liebe ich auch sehr sehr, Roxana, die Malerei verstehe ich wahrscheinlich einfach nicht, ich finde meistens keine Kunst darin... Aber ich verstehe Dich, denn das Schönste ist das Verständnis ohne Worte, sich in die Augen zu blicken und zu wissen, ohne ein Wort zu verlieren. Dieses Wissen kann kein Wort ersetzen... doch ich, ich habe halt meistens nur die Worte... Dir wundervolle Tage, Inspiration, Helligkeit und ein leichtes Herz!
Renée
Roxana,
ReplyDeleteje vais pas te dire, encore une fois de plus, tes photos sont superbes... Elles le sont !
Que pourrais-je te dire de plus intelligent ?...
J'ai fais le rêve que je te rencontrais dans cette forêt... et, soudain, alors que j'allais te déposer un baiser sur la main... bzzz... prttt... déconnecté ! ! !
ça c'est con alors !... Pour moi je parle ! ! ! Pour toi, je ne sais pas...(8]
Sans déconner, tes photographies me transportent dans un rêve fait de bien-être, de songes, de belles choses, de belles rencontres...
Roxana... Où es-tu ?...)8[
beautifully done, a perfect collaboration. that first picture, that first line...I'm wordless!
ReplyDeleteI love these blossoms of light as though they are pieces of sunshine themselves!
ReplyDeletethat last photo, i want to pack my things and move in it... or better yet, leave everything behind.
ReplyDeleteIt is like a surreal fairy tale.
ReplyDeletei thought of these today while i was out. dazzling fields of unimaginable yellow. of course i had no camera. we went back later but the sun had moved. instead we ended up in the ruins of a thousand years old church which has always been there but we've never noticed. there was a tree, long dead, in the flat light it looked like a pencil drawing
ReplyDeleteah Owen, bashful lad of 16 :-)
ReplyDeletehow right you are, i am thinking of these lines:
We must not break
Nor betray
Such confidences
For such are our only
Hope...
indeed, we must not -
now about the rapeseed, i shouldn't have mentioned it, i think, with all this waiting and suspense woven around them, i'm afraid my poor pictures won't stand up to your expectations! but i'll try anyway (who can resist that yellow)
ps. Roamania was a typo haha - but i loved it, indeed, i should sell this to the advertisement agency in charge of promoting Romania's image as a touristic country (they don't do anything, of course, just getting funds for nothing).
K'line, je suis heureuse de pouvoir te transporter pour quelques instants dans un pays magique... pourtant, il n'y a pas de lilas dans cette foret, j'ai fait reference a la couleur, seulement (du lilas, il y en aura sur le Pont, bientot).
ReplyDeleteje t'embrasse tendrement.
The last is a surreal painting suspended in emulsion.
ReplyDeletecand eram mica,umblam printre arbori,sa vad ce culori a mai inventat craiasa;niciodata,pana acum,nu descoperisem galbenullila
ReplyDeleteAh, your so "poor pictures"... how to make a toad snort with laughter, heart-warming laughter. Indeed, your pictures are so poor and that is why so many come obsessively back to gaze upon them time and again and again... well, I speak only for myself, of course...
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But not to worry, even if the yellow glory of rapeseeds are not to be exposed until five or ten years from now, it is no problem, it is good to wait for things in life. Very good. If everything could be had immediately, there would be no pleasures anywhere... the pleasure is in the waiting...
amazing pictures :-) ... a forest that approaches so closely that i become its breath, merely its breath from now on....
ReplyDeleteyou break the day open, and your colors spill over us like that perfect rain we dreamed of when we were lost in the desert...
thank you, dryad
ach, liebe Renée, die Bruecke weiss auch hell zu sein :-) (von Zeit zu Zeit)
ReplyDeleteund Du verstehst Schoenheit, besonders jene Schoenheit, die auch Kontemplation ist - wenn Du unter meinem Profilbild guckst, wirst Du dort ein Zitat aus dem japanischen Philosophen Nishida, ich habe es heute hinzugefuegt und ich denke, Du wirst ganz gut verstehen, was er meint.
ich umarme Dich ganz lieb...
Jeff,
ReplyDeleteje suis dans la foret magique, bien sur :-)
peut-etre suis-je meme cette lumiere doree qui vient caresser les feuilles des arbres, si Owen a bien raison et je suis une sorciere, tout est possible :-)
non, sans rigoler, merci beaucoup pour ton enthousiasme (eternel! Jeff le fidele, quel surnom :-) et je suis tres contente que tu sois de nouveau ici, pour nous montrer a tous a quel point la vie est belle. tes coquelicots et tes champs secoues par le vent du printemps le prouvent si bien...
Marion, not so speechless, since the dandelions bloom on your page :-)
ReplyDelete(so lovely, i will return to leave a word)
thank you :-)
Stickup Artist, again i am thinking, this must be so different from your light and desert sun...
ReplyDeleteas always, thank you for your kind words...
m
ReplyDeletehow wonderfully you put it, leave everything behind - i'm with you there :-)
i'm so glad you enjoyed it, Vladimir (especially because i know you prefer b and w)
ReplyDeleteswiss, imagining what you saw, i know i would have been so angry with myself if i hadn't taken the camera, i detest this feeling of 'losing' a vision - quite silly and absurd, i know, but it is in my blood, perhaps it takes that to be obsessed with photography
ReplyDeleteand speaking of those yellow fields... :-)
James, i am honoured to be able to give a sort of home to these wonderful lines - you offered them to my first forest, and i needed to return them to you, hoping that the images will manage to mirror something of the beauty and longing the words carry within
ReplyDeleteand i love the word 'dryad' - though i can hardly apply it to myself :-)
merc, coming from you, this is the highest praise
ReplyDeletethank you, my dear friend
ceraselami, craiasa poate ca inventeaza pentru fiecare dintre noi altceva, pe masura puterii noastre de vedere? iar tu vezi dincolo de oasele aerului, pana acolo unde materia este mai putin decat o respiratie
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