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Beautiful picture.
(And a most appropriate title).
Hey, that’s brilliant, liquidangel.
Must… bend… reality…
errrrr!
[* This is going to hurt next morning *]
Thank you rainey, CS.
Dan~, it’s not painful at all. One has to learn how to see things from all perspectives without ever having to hurt oneself.
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that is really amazing liquidangel
Beautiful,
Lattice-work of life,
reaching tentacled branches
deeper and
deeper,
beyond milky white
into infinite blue,
becoming almost whole
but needing to pause –
a moment –
to wait
for you
to
fall in.
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You know how I love clouds Angel… and since this picture is so captivating, I have made it my desktop wallpaper… in the spirit of the moment!
I will no doubt sooner or later be displaying my candid collection of clouds… be on the look out!
Dan wrote:
Not to mention discourage erections for a while.
Thank you gentlemen.
Wow rainey, I love your words. I love that this piece was the inspiration.
Sagesound, I love that it is on your desktop, actually it is on mine also. Please, do show us your clouds, clouds are one of my favourites also.
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Very beautiful…you’re a pretty good photographer.
Thank you Mr. Kebop.
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this picture, the spirituality aspect of it, is something that can only hit you hard when you look at the picture, not when you talk about it.
I love the texture of the clouds with teh texture of the trees over it.
amazing, very raw . . . and sensitive.
ditto.
I’ve been struggling for a few days now to feel enthused by this picture. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t.
Nothing personal, but I just can’t.
does the picture say something that you don’t like or are disturbed by?
Thank you sirswedishmike, km.
Mucius Scevola, that’s no problem. It was early spring, one is anxious for the sunshine, anxious for the movement and life that spring brings, the winter has been long and cold and dark and one has been hybernating and so almost wills the trees to bud and wills the blossoms to electrify one’s life…and I would go into the forest, and wonder off the path into the deepest layer of dried up leaves and find myself in amongst the trees, spinning and falling over with delight…I would take my coat off and my gloves and my hat and my scarf in a desperate attempt to feel the sunshine peaking through the clouds on my skin and then I look up and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen…
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I don’t understand artwork, but this triggers child memories.
There is nothing to understand (intellectualise) so much as to feel. Whatever you feel is your experience. It’s not a matter of right or wrong but a matter of movement of being moved.
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