This man sat quietly smoking on the edge on the bustling Champs-Élysées as people walked all around and birds flew by. He was still there on my way back an hour later.
Day 95 of 365~
There was a winter tree above me on the Brooklyn bridge where a black bird flew overhead crying loudly, or was there?
Day 80 of 365~
Possessions: What do we really, truly possess? We think of possessions as things we plan and hope on keeping permanently, and the more we have the more we want to collect. But in the end, does it really matter? Maybe we can call them temporary belongings, because that is all they are. When we leave this place, the only possessions we are allowed to cary are the immaterial ones. How much love did we invest, how much care did we give and get, and how much goodness lived in us? Maybe these are the fuels that will be needed in our onwards journey into the next destination if there is one.
Day 65 of 365~
image is a composite of a bird I watched this week and an old portrait of my daughter.
Its a natural law, everyone must sleep. But where do we go when we sleep? We surrender completely to a process we know very little about and lay in a still state recharging as part of us travels to who knows where! And then don’t get me started on dreams!
Day 49 of 365~
Image taken of a bird flying over the river Lahn
There is a place on the bank of the Ganges River in the holy city of Varanasi, where more than 300 bodies get cremated daily and the ashes thrown into the river with the belief that the soul of the dead will be allowed a chance at a new life through reincarnation. Hindus from all over India and Asia carry their dead to award them that honor. I sat for a long time on a boat watching the burnings and the surreal picture they painted while this regal bird circled around the ghat reminding me of the certain mortality of the physical body. It was eerie in a good way, because life begs us to question death and death urges us to value life.
Image taken last April in Varanasi, India
Day 17 of 365
It feels like the right time to pick up my blog again after a two months process of preparing a new Home in yet another country. A friend told me “it feels like you are nesting “ and yes it does indeed. Everything in me went internal, long working days to make our new house into a home, meditative early mornings, new thought processes and watching with great interest where my new art process with photography plans to take me. Ecology plays a huge part in one’s growth I am discovering and what a subtle and intense process it can be!
Image take a a few months back on the banks of the Ganges river, when I watched a bird patiently collect hay for a nest she was building. In the background was the burning ghat where daily 300 bodies get cremated marking the end of one life and the start of another in a better place…
After a puzzling 2016 to say the least, when almost nothing conformed to the ‘norm’ of life as we expect it to be, from world affairs, to weather, and strange phenomena; 2017 approaches and I find myself moving towards it with caution, deep thought, care, apprehension and hope for a shift towards higher standards and a world with saner priorities.
Wishing you all a peaceful transition and a bright new year!
With love from frosty beautiful Germany~
Wishing you all a hopeful, bright and enriching new year to come~ Thank you for your support and valued kind words in this past eventful year. Looking forward and upward. x
Sorry for my absence in the last week! I was on a photography trip inside the heart of Yunnan (autonomous region is South West China). I have posted some portraits from the trip on my other blog if you are interested in viewing them.
But here we are back in Tuscany! Amazing feeling it is for me to dive back into images of Italy, art, beauty and human creativity after being for one week inside the heartland of China. The contrast is stark and it proves to me that humans and art are inseparable, no matter what the circumstances are. The simple people of Yunnan live art through their dress, the building of their homes, their tribal ways, and there so as much beauty in that as there is in this marvelous artwork of Siena in Tuscany.