sand filled water meeting the pure crystal from the mountains. yin & yan in real life. strange how relatively sharp a line the current creates before the two sources finally mixes.
one of the greatest men in modern age has ended his days on this earth we walk upon. i salute you Nelson Mandela.
how the eye can betray; the soft green moss looks so inviting, so soft. like made for a night under the thousands of stars, under the nordic lights. like a night to weave a story like the hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy*. but in fact it’s damp and cold, sadly enough. shame.
*the guide, as i remember it, was conveyed to douglas adams in a field outside innsbruck, austria, looking at the stars. probably warmer than here. a lot of good come from looking at stars!
or so it seems at least. almost an american midwest feel to the long straights ending in the horizon or in the mountains.
but always dramatic, sparse and strangely distant. the faint november sun adding a warm glow to the colors, less to the temperature outside…
“A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land