Mirando Mirar |
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
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Under The Volcano
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Saturday Blues
Friday, February 4, 2011
Rest
Taking a break in Tepoztlan Sunday street market. |
Irina from Irina's Paintings and Moscow Daily Photo honored me with this great sketch of the above photo. Thank you very much! |
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Battery Park
Cymbaline
The path you tread is narrow
And the drop is sheer and very high
The ravens all are watching
From a vantage point nearby
Apprehension creeping
Like a tube-train up your spine
Will the tightrope reach the end
Will the final couplet rhyme
And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me
A butterfly with broken wings
Is falling by your side
The ravens all are closing in
And there's nowhere you can hide
Your manager and agent
Are both busy on the phone
Selling coloured photographs
To magazines back home
And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me
The lines converging where you stand
They must have moved the picture plane
The leaves are heavy around your feet
You feel the thunder of the train
And suddenly it strikes you
That they're moving into range
Doctor Strange is always changing size
And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me
And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me
~ Pink Floyd
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Versions
Diana Fountain |
Waves |
Blue |
Trumer Pils. Vienna 2010 |
Abstract Truth |
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)