Lakeside Blues and Pinks

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Pink blotched clear blue lake,

now turning a deep green,

Two mosquitoes circling each other

rise in the air

A creature jumps in

leaving ripples dancing

growing outward

to nothingness

Mink, muskrat or otter

does it matter?

Moments pass by

the geese are still making their calls

Ripples form again

as the breeze sweeps in

Bare trees still shaking off winter

double themselves on water

a deeper reflection

their skeletons the blackest of blacks

No pinks no blues no more;

hints of orange fade

between real and shadow.

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Capturing Autumn Emotions

On the day that I made this series of photos, I also sat in the library running my fingers over the pages of “Portfolios of  Ansel Adams”. The details of his images stirred my emotions and a few tears came rolling down. The power of simple things, the beauty of the whole world, feelings that we don’t have words for; time, change, impermanence were all contained within those photos. The world with its many allures, calling out to you from different directions. A group of people were playing music in the library for culture day. It was an intense moment where you realize the beauty that the world offers. I think I was shedding a tear for the kind of  life I wanted to live but could not choose. img_4896img_4900img_4914img_4945img_4966

Colours of Change

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Time to break through some illusions.  You are not separate from the rest of the world, you are not independent from others and the world does not revolve around you. The Earth wasn’t ‘created’ for our species, we weren’t put here to save the world and woman was not ‘created’ for man. Do I need to elaborate upon these?

The leaves above made me come up with those. It’s actually a summary of everything that those leaves made me think. Well yeah, that’s how my mind works.  I had to write something along with picture because I couldn’t find a perfect quote to describe what I felt. This is what I usually do to get away from sharing my own thoughts. Insecurities? Maybe. But here’s a quote that got close:

“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”
― Albert Einstein