Archive for the ‘Cabin In The Woods’ Tag
Cabin In The Woods (Mt. Lemmon) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I wish I could escape to that cabin in the woods,
Where the trees have a face like no other.
And those trees play songs,
with the breeze sweeping through their branches.
I wish I could hear their songs.
Not just hear, but to actively listen
Because they fill their chords with notes of love.
I want their tunes to brush my ear
and their leaves to gently cover me from above.
The leaves that don’t crunch or wither or die.
The leaves are full of ever-increasing life.
When the fallen leaves have touched my skin
Chills cover my flesh and shoot me with a sensation.
I have been touched by this gracious life.
— from Cabin In The Woods by Little.Bird
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Cabin In The Woods — Photo-Artistry by kenne
In capturing the moment,
reality
is rephrased
making use of light and
angles between objects,
creating an illusion
of space and distance —
a new view of reality.
The new reality
brings with it
a rhythm,
and sound
resonating
with the soul –
hopefully,
with the viewer.
The image
becomes a model
of what is real —
what is real is
imagined –
the affirmation
of nature.
The artist adds,
or takes away —
still real,
but totally invented
and fully imagined –
the objectification
of feeling.
The new reality
is shaped
and nurtured
from the past,
erased and reinvented —
if the artist is lucky
the new image
will seem more real
and more true.
— kenne
Image by kenne
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Cabin On The Mountain — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Cabin in the woods
It’s always dark from the trail
Say, “Hello in there.”
— kenne
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Cabin In The Woods — Image by kenne
Cabin in the woods
Along a shade covered path
Down from the big rock.
kenne
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Cabin In The Woods (One of the older cabins on Mount Lemmon.)– Image by kenne
“When I came to build my chimney I studied masonry. My bricks being second-hand ones required to be cleaned with a trowel, so that I learned more than usual of the qualities of bricks and trowels… I filled the spaces between the bricks about the fireplace with stones from the pond shore, and also made my mortar with the white sand from the same place… Indeed I worked so deliberately, that though I commenced at the ground in the morning, a course of bricks raised a few inches above the floor served for my pillow at night… I was so pleased to see my work rising so square and solid by degrees, and reflected, that, if it proceeded slowly, it was calculated to endure a long time. The chimney is to some extent an independent structure, standing on the ground and rising through the house to the heavens; even after the house is burned it still stands sometimes, and its importance and independence are apparent.”
— “House Warming,” from Henry David Thoreau‘s Walden.
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