the sky is cloudless
there is no wind
a thousand waves
gather
in the stillness
of the shoreline ice
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Tuesday, January 4, 2011
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23 comments:
The Flower Garland Sutra describes heavenly realms composed of myriad jewels. You photographed it for us!! Thank you!
Just gorgeous.
I love this 'cluster of words' - yes, that is how I would describe them, frozen together as is the ice on the shore.
A poetic start to the day for me. Poetry makes me so happy. Thank you for your poetry.
Happy New Year Steven. Love that sparkly shoreline ice.
Beautiful - moments are frozen only for moments and then the sun changes them again -
Beautifully simple
Great images too
Dulce
Such beautiful bookends holding inspiring words, steven.
I really enjoy those crystalline winter days with clear skies and no harsh winds. Beautiful images.
dan - the beauty of the many coloured pebbles . . . always a thrill in the wintertime. steven
annie thankyou very much! steven
aguja - you're welcome of course! i watched a few dozen small wavelets come ashore and each left a little of itself in this emerging ice-sculpture. steven
valerie thankyou. i'm glad that even though it's a chilly picture and england is suffering in the cold that you are able to see the prettiness. steven
pauline - i've often wondered about a stop action film of a scene just like this (and many others). i don't know if it would be tedious or incredible. steven
dulce thankyou. and thankyou! steven
bonnie thankyou. the pictures carry the weight of this moment! steven
paul - it was a beautiful day for sure and as i started to really see what was around me i was gifted with some real beauty. steven
I really love the stillness of winter. Also I am a big fan of ice. A bigger fan of you, though, Steven.
tess i didn't think to eat any of the ice . . . steven
reya - there are spaces in winter that are entirely still. find the space. occupy it. become it. i know that there's peacefulness in other seasons but stillness. that's a sweet gift! thanks for the props. steven
I wonder how many little creatures hide in the sand under those frozen bubbles, seeking protection from winter? Again..... it supposedly takes up to 400 years for water droplets to gather in Lake Ontario from Lake Superior, so perhaps those frozen bubbles carry DNA samples from Samuel de Champlain or the voyagers. Thousands of waves from thousands of places.... who knows what's collected in that transparent sculpture?
I missed this Steven! =D
linda thanks for that. i hadn't thought about the very tiny trillions of very tiny creatures not to mention the not so tiny creatures who are tucked away against the winter under the pebbles and sand and then also inside the ice which when i got really close, was peppered with all sorts of stuff. all colours. steven
Fantastic! These photos just thrill me with the idea of relenting waves in a freeze frame of time....
The poem is a perfect companion to the photos.
Rick
right across the lake from you rick!! steven
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