…earth…
…and humans.
Please remind me–the humans are powerful enough to have done what to this earth?
Fear, uncertainty and dread…all built upon imagined human hubris.
Just take care of your stuff. That should be what humans do. That’s what I see in the above photo where humans have been living for at least a millennium.
Caption?
This is a bit of a change. But most of my posts are about real life, so I guess this fits in.
All I see in this photo is an attempt at ‘cross-cultural integration’. Is that sad or is that just a practical fact of life?
Do any of you have experience with signs like this?
If so, in public or in your home?
Do any of you wonder why this sign was put up?
Do any of you wonder what happens if this sign isn’t put up?
Caption?
Oh heck, forget it. I’ve been living in foreign countries too long. I’ve forgotten what is culturally right or culturally wrong.
Happy holidays to all. I’m going out for a walk, maybe an adventure.
An adventure in the making…going my way?
Eryngium alpinum—the queens in our Alpine neighborhood.
…in the dressing room…
…in Arctic Fox fur…
…yeah, I got them with this snow all around me. 12Nov2016.
It was the sparkles, the sparkling–it danced before my eyes and the more I looked at it, the more I danced with it. I danced with the tingles. That was fun in the landscape.
Fall is slipping through my fingers,
As has summer…
But I am neither sad, nor alone…we’re good.
c u nxt SPRING! 🙂
Is this a living landscape where the sun, the earth and moisture combine in a joyous dance? Or am I reading too much into it? I see a dance hall.
Is this the invitation to dance? I think the moisture emerging from the earth in that cloud is wanting to dance in the sun. This cloud wants its dance card signed.
Dancing clouds—I’m stuck on that metaphor.
I’ve lived on many continents, in many climates but only in this region have I felt—joyous, dancing clouds. Only here have I seen the clouds emerge from the earth.
Yesterday I watched clouds emerge from the earth, become dancing players in the sky and then dissolve before my eyes. Over and over. Great pleasure indeed I had.
For dedicated cloud watchers, I have, in this region, learned to distinguish between watching the dance and participating in the dance. Yesterday I watched.
Here are some of the players arriving for the dance–look carefully–each has its own style:
I’m stuck in that metaphor; and I don’t mind. It is a simple pleasure.
At 2,300 meters above sea level, with the west-north-west wind rasping my face, chilling me colder by the second, I stood firmly and saw how…
It begins…winter descends upon all…without mercy.
…escaped from that procrastination flu, you know the illness…
got too much to do today, I’ll take a walk tomorrow,
besides it’s only the first week of autumn.
I escaped yesterday…
…to the autumnal heights…
Frost…can there be anything more ephemeral than frost?
…ummm…our presence on earth?
🙂 Let me try again. The humour in this reality?
Once more…the pleasure as I observed the morning frost on that wood bench in the Schynige Platte Botanical Alpine Garden? Is that better? 🙂
Sweet pleasure. Ephemeral. Always sought. Always welcomed. Always missed.
And then I stood up, took a long, slow, deep breath, and turned around…I understood.
