In calmness and in contrasts ~ nature means what she does


‘Be patient wild eyes. Soon will come a storm to tame you. Let her winds surround you. Match her fury and let fires reign. There is no escape. Nature means what she does.’

Tenderness is a natural instinct – like Passion, or the Ocean ~ it cannot  be contained.


6 thoughts on “In calmness and in contrasts ~ nature means what she does

  1. Tendresse. Wolę to słowo niż polskie czułość.
    Kiedy ściska w gardle dlatego, że istota na którą patrzę
    jest tak bardzo krucha, ranliwa, śmiertelna, wtedy tendresse.
    — Czesław Miłosz

    forgive me this polish language.

    your words and photos take me to beautiful world

    • “The Sun by Czeslaw Milosz:
      All colors come from the sun. And it does not have
      Any particular color, for it contains them all.
      And the whole Earth is like a poem
      While the sun above represents the artist.
      Whoever wants to paint the variegated world
      Let him never look straight up at the sun
      Or he will lose the memory of things he has seen.
      Only burning tears will stay in his eyes.
      Let him kneel down, lower his face to the grass,
      And look at the light reflected by the ground.
      There he will find everything we have lost: The stars and the roses, the dusks and the dawns.
      Warsaw, 1943” ― Czesław Miłosz
      You, continue to teach me ~ beauty of Polish words, art, of poetry of the Greats – I am so very grateful.
      She called me her Sun, she set golden rays to work inside of me, she took me to the sea breeze, to the dense forests, to the places I always believed existed.
      Dziękuję bardzo!

  2. Oh these are beyond beautiful; the tiny bit of colour just pops and as these summer days wane, I am transported…. do I ever wish I lived close to a beach! I do have the river, but just not the same…

    • Ah Dale, how nice to see you again! Thank you for your kindness – yes, the beach, an ever-changing landscape – never static, is what I love most. Sometimes the sand dunes that were here, blow to over there; and then the sea that crashes in a turbulent frenzy one day, mirrors the sun in a watery glow the next, carrying a thousand different stories and colours. Have a great week.

    • Thank you Alexandra – we all see shapes and colour through different lenses and different seasons, but to see things through similar light brings meaning. I appreciate you sharing here.

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