How
cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses
and violets and morning dew! ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Background Music: Hieronymus Bosch - Der Garten der Lüste by Jocelyn Pook
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The Magic of the Cities.
Zen promotes the rediscovery of the obvious, which is so often lost in its familiarity and simplicity. It sees the miraculous in the common and magic in our everyday surroundings. When we are not rushed, and our minds are unclouded by conceptualizations, a veil will sometimes drop, introducing the viewer to a world unseen since childhood. ~ John Greer
Showing posts with label Chapultec Park. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chapultec Park. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
The Presence
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Sunday Bikers
Friday, December 2, 2011
Gardening
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Just Moments
“Time is an illusion perpetrated by the manufacturers
of space.”
“I used to be indecisive; now I'm not sure.”
“Only the truth is revolutionary.”
~Graffiti
quotes
Music: Love Remembered by Wojciech Kilar
Saturday, October 29, 2011
The Swing of Life
Monday, October 24, 2011
Water Games
Chapultepec Lake |
Detail |
Harold Pinter
There are some things one remembers even though they may never have happened.
Enjoy this magnificent Drum Solo by Mark Walker!
(Mark Walker (drums) with Andy Narell "The Long Way Back" (head out and drum solo)
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Bubbling
Thursday, May 5, 2011
The Birdmen of Mexico III
Ask anyone who's been to Papantla what most impressed them, and they'll probably say, "The Voladores." Many people who've never been to the Gulf Coast -- or even to Mexico - will light up in recognition at the mention of the Voladores. They perform regularly throughout Mexico, Central and South America. They've performed in several cities in the United States, and even in Paris and Madrid. So, who are the Voladores, and why are they famous?
Volador means flyer - he who flies. It is breathtaking to watch the spectacle of four men gracefully "flying" upside down from a 75 foot pole secured only by a rope tied around their waists.
Even more amazing is the musician, called the caporal. Balanced on a narrow wooden platform without a rope or safety net, the caporal plays a drum and flute and invokes an ancient spiritual offering in the form of a spectacular dance.
As he turns to face the four cardinal directions, he will bend his head back to his feet, balance on one foot then lean precariously forward, and perform intricate footwork, all the time playing the flute and drum! No matter how many times you see this beautiful performance, it will continue to astonish you, and the plaintive tune of the flute and drum will remain with you long after you have returned home.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
The Birdmen of México
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Ahuehuete
Montezuma Cypress, Sabino, or Ahuehuete |
The Quiet Truth about Trees
Trees are vitally important to world health on all levels. Globally, forests are essential to the health of ecosystems and their functions, biodiversity and economics. Some of the many key functions of forests include climate regulation, the cycling and distribution of nutrients, and the provision of raw materials and resources. Trees cleanse the air and provide oxygen, help soil retain water, shield animals and other plants from the sun and other elements, and provide habitat for animals and plants. They help regulate the climate, cycle and distribute nutrients and provide raw materials and other resources. And don't forget the awesome beauty they give us throughout each year! Ecology.comFriday, April 1, 2011
Theme Day: Edges
Equilibrista 90 / Acrobat 90 (2005) |
Las Puertas del Alma / The Doors of The Soul (2006) |
Equilibrista En Un Brazo / Acrobat In One Arm ( 2002) Sculptures by Javier Marin |
This week's Challenge: Elaborate.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Three Views Of A Secret
The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.
~ Henry Miller
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Chapultepec Lake
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Slide
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Dance
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Shades of Grey
Street Sweeper at Chapultepec Park |
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Gleam in someone's lake
Chapultepec Lake |
“A warrior acts as if he knows what he is doing, when in effect he knows nothing.”
“The trick is in what one emphasizes. We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves happy. The amount of work is the same.”
“An average man is too concerned with liking people or with being liked himself. A warrior likes, that’s all. He likes whatever or whomever he wants, for the hell of it.”
“Feeling important makes one heavy, clumsy and vain. To be a warrior one needs to be light and fluid.”
“A warrior considers himself already dead, so there is nothing to lose. The worst has already happened to him, therefore he’s clear and calm; judging him by his acts or by his words, one would never suspect that he has witnessed everything.”
“There’s no emptiness in the life of a warrior. Everything is filled to the brim. Everything is filled to the brim, and everything is equal.”
“All of us, whether or not we are warriors, have a cubic centimeter of chance that pops out in front of our eyes from time to time. The difference between the average person and a warrior is that the warrior is aware of this and stays alert, deliberately waiting, so that when this cubic centimeter of chance pops out, it is picked up.”
“The aim is to balance the terror of being alive with the wonder of being alive.”
“For a warrior, to be inaccessible means that he touches the world around him sparingly. And above all, he deliberately avoids exhausting himself and others. He doesn’t use and squeeze people until they have shriveled to nothing, especially the people he loves.”
“My laughter … is real, but it is also controlled folly because it is useless; it changes nothing and yet I still choose to do it. … I am happy because I choose to look at things that make me happy…”
“The internal dialogue is what grounds people in the daily world. The world is such and such or so and so, only because we talk to ourselves about its being such and such and so and so. The passageway into the world of shamans opens up after the warrior has learned to shut off his internal dialogue.”
“The world is a mystery. This, what you’re looking at, is not all there is to it. There is much more to the world, so much more, in fact, that it is endless. So when you’re trying to figure it out, all you’re really doing is trying to make the world familiar. You and I are right here, in the world that you call real, simply because we both know it.”
Carlos Castaneda
Saturday, May 1, 2010
May 1st, Theme Day: Statues
Nezahualcoyotl King of Texcoco Sculpture by Luis Ortiz Monasterio (1956) |
(April 28, 1402 – June 4, 1472) was a philosopher, warrior, architect, poet and ruler (Tlatoani) of the city-state of Texcoco in Pre-Columbian Mexico. Unlike other high-profile Mexican figures from the century preceding Spanish Conquest, Nezahualcoyotl was not an Aztec; his people were the “Acolhua", another Nahualtl people settled in the eastern part of the Valley of Mexico, the eastern side of Lake Texcoco. He is best remembered for his beautiful poetry.
Songs by Nezahualcoyotl
The destruction of the Mexican state was foreshadowed by a series of omens and prodigies which took place during the ten years preceding the arrival of Cortes.
By the "smoking stars" is meant a comet that was visible for about a year.
By the "smoking stars" is meant a comet that was visible for about a year.
The sweet-voiced quetzal there, ruling the earth, has intoxicated my soul.
I am like the quetzal bird, I am created in the one and only God; I sing sweet songs among the flowers; I chant songs and rejoice in my heart.
The fuming dewdrops from the flowers in the fields intoxicate my soul.
I grieve to myself that ever this dwelling on earth should end.
I foresaw, being a Mexican, that our rule began to be destroyed, I went forth weeping that it was to bow down and to be destroyed.
Let me not be angry that the grandeur of Mexico is to be destroyed.
The smoking stars gather against it: the one who cares for flowers is about to be destroyed.
He who cared for books wept, he wept for the beginning of the destruction.
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Amo el canto del zenzontle
Pájaro de cuatrocientas voces,
Amo el color del jade
Y el enervante perfume de las flores,
Pero más amo a mi hermano: el hombre.
I love the song of the mockingbird,
Bird of four hundred voices,
I love the color of the jadestone
And the enrapturing scent of flowers,
But more than all I love my brother: man.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Zoo
Mexico City Zoo |
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