Sunday, 20 October 2013

autumn
















I cross autumn fields
 In my dew-laden robes
 On my return home.
 Flowers woefully withered,
 Evening has yet to arrive.


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  1. billoo20 October 2013 at 20:46

    I love this last image, though I can't say why. The moment before evening comes, between the sun's fall and the star's ascendancy.

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    1. Roxana7 November 2013 at 16:28

      yes, it is full of melancholy, quiet and subdued.

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  2. erin20 October 2013 at 22:54

    and it is not sad. and it is not death as in an ending. and I am flooded with the words I love you (I and you barely existing, not necessarily so, but such necessity for the word love). these words are water and a river springs from my mouth. do you understand? this is the world.

    xo
    erin

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  3. crederae21 October 2013 at 06:22

    hi beautiful Roxana. thanks for another masterpeice.-your golden signature of the interconnectivity of the lines of the universe close to our hearts.
    I was by the valley this evening and it was truly a golden evening which your first post reminds me of.the sunset was a profusion of red and orange but the light filtered through the trees was absolutely golden.
    sending you golden leafed kisses,( before our snowflake kisses begin haha.)
    have a golden day.

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    1. Roxana7 November 2013 at 16:32

      golden leafed kisses are wonderful (sometimes i think they are my favourite ones, but then who could choose forever? :-)

      have a lovely day you too, dear Madeleine.

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  4. crederae21 October 2013 at 06:24

    but I have to admit, in reference to your last photo the golden evening fled after half an hour.haha but how I longed to hang on to it.

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  5. Anonymous21 October 2013 at 08:37

    wenn ich die stimmung in den bildern beschreiben müsste, würde ich sie als "tief nachdenklich" umschreiben, und du kannst dir nicht vorstellen, wie sehr sie mich gerade heute morgen ansprechen und trösten. der kreislauf des lebens, das auf und ab, ja, auch unbeständigkeit und doch, was sucht man mehr als gleichmut... sehr schön, liebste prinzessin, wirklich wunderbar! bis bald und alles liebste! deine freundin von den wolken :-)

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    1. Roxana7 November 2013 at 16:34

      ach liebste Prinzessin, und du kannst auch nicht wissen, wie sehr deine Worte hier mich freuen und wie wertvoll sie fuer mich sind... Gleichmut und stiller Frieden, im goldenen Sonnenuntergang des Herbstes (wobei auch das Grau-Duestere, das darauf folgt, dem Herzen genau so lieb ist...)
      ich nehme dich in die Arme, und laechle sanft :-)

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  6. Cristina21 October 2013 at 18:54

    the first and the last left me breathless and silent.
    you see, nobody sees autumn like you do.

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  7. Plum'21 October 2013 at 20:09

    J'aime les couleurs passées et la douceur des textures. Bises Roxana

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    1. Roxana7 November 2013 at 16:35

      merci, et de tendres bises pour toi aussi, Plum' :-)

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  8. Prospero22 October 2013 at 01:33

    Oh, that first one is gorgeous. (Does anyone agree?) Je suis bouleversé.

    Maybe it's the color, that terrene ochre.

    Maybe it's the bleakness (i always find cimmerian landscapes so uplifting--in an oxymoronic way).

    What is it, dearest? Tell me.

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    1. Roxana7 November 2013 at 16:45

      !!!
      i am so happy that you like that so much, i too (who have long grieved that i didn't live in the mountains, or near the sea) love these fields, there is something so appealing in their apparent monotony and starkness, but the changes each season, even each month brings are so subtle, i could spend years observing and recording them...

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  9. Miriam22 October 2013 at 16:52

    asa este,si poezia,si tot. si cat de atent ai putut sa insemnezi fiecare pas,ce simte el,fiecare fir de iarba care presimte cum vine seara si lucrurile se vor schimba,si totusi,placerea aceasta neasemuita a fiecarei plimbari,luand cu ea totul din prezent,ca si cand ar face curat in fata noptii,in fata norilor de smoala.
    delicat si puternic precum lasarea intunericului,draga:)

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    1. Roxana7 November 2013 at 16:47

      ma gandeam ca, desi la inceput le-am gasit plictisitoare, aceste campuri, fata de muntii mei dramatici si de marea MEA de peste :-) - in timp, aceste campuri mi-au devenit atat de dragi, sunt neinsemnate si atat de subtile, totusi, aici, abia aici, poti invata cu adevarat contemplatia, cred, ele sunt, intr-un fel, Japonia mea de aici :-)

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  10. Anonymous25 October 2013 at 13:47

    All are gorgeous. (-:

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  11. Stickup Artist30 October 2013 at 04:54

    Yes, like Prospero, I too love the bleakness, the silver and the gold...

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    1. Roxana7 November 2013 at 16:47

      how different they are, from your overwhelming deserts and dunes... but still, they have a special beauty, they too.

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  12. manu2 November 2013 at 00:21

    the unbearable nostalgia of autumn.

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  13. Sherlock4 November 2013 at 07:02

    Roxana:
    Tus fotografías me confirman que el otoño es la estacíón de la vida. El otoño es un reloj perfecto; las cigarras se apagan y los grillos descansan, otra vez.

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    1. Roxana7 November 2013 at 16:53

      Creo que es mi estación favorita ... y evocaste tan bien su encanto melancólico ... gracias, sherlock

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  14. billoo7 November 2013 at 07:24

    I know you're alive, so stop pretending you're not.
    :-0

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