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Heading Back To Rurrenabaque   Leave a comment

Last Day On The River-5-72.jpgOur Las Day In Madidi National Park — Images by kenne

The balsa wood rafts are pulled onto land and are left for anyone who might want them. Most of the supplies and camping equipment is removed and temporarily stored in the bush to make room for all of us to travel downriver to Rurrenabaque by mid-day. Pedro’s uncle will be left behind but will be picked up later. 

There is still much to do and see before catching our late afternoon flight back to La Paz. 
— kenne
‘Tis Nature’s law
That none, the meanest of created things,
Of forms created the most vile and brute,
The dullest or most noxious, should exist
Divorced from good—a spirit and pulse of good,
A life and soul to every mode of being
Inseparably linked. 
— William Wordsworth

 

 

Butterflies On Blooming Mexican Bird of Paradise — A Photo Essay   7 comments

Variegated Fritillary On Mexican Bird of Paradise

Variegated Fritillary On Mexican Bird of Paradise

Fiery Skipper & Cloudless Giant Sulfur On Mexican Bird of Paradise

Variegated Fritillary On Mexican Bird of Paradise

Cloudless Giant Sulfur On Mexican Bird of Paradise

Cloudless Giant Sulfur On Mexican Bird of Paradise

Fiery Skipper On Mexican Bird of Paradise — Images by kenne

I’ve watched you now a full half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly!  Indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless! – not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!

~William Wordsworth, “To a Butterfly”

Mexican Fritillary Butterfly   3 comments

Fritillary Butterfly (1 of 1) Grunge Art blogMexican Fritillary Butterfly — Photo Artistry by kenne

I’ve watched you now a full half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly!  Indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless! – not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!

~William Wordsworth, “To a Butterfly”

. . . I would stand,   1 comment

Monsoon Sunset (1 of 1) blogMonsoon Rain at Sunset in Tanuri Ridge — Image by kenne

. . . I would stand,
If the night blackened with a coming storm,
Beneath some rock, listening to notes that are
The ghostly language of the ancient earth,
Or make their dim abode in distant winds.
Thence did I drink the visionary power;
And deem not profitless those fleeting moods
Of shadowy exultation: not for this,
That they are kindred to our purer mind
And intellectual life; but that the soul,
Remembering how she felt, but what she felt
Remembering not, retains an obscure sense
Of possible sublimity. . . .

— William Wordsworth

Alamos Flowers — A Valentine’s Day Photo Essay   Leave a comment

Alamos Flowers — Images by kenne
(Click on any of the images for larger view in a slideshow format.)

Tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes!

— from “Lines Written in Early Spring” by William Wordsworth 

Capturing The Moment — A Sublime Photo Collage, “The Spontaneous Overflow Of Powerful Feelings”   2 comments

Organic Collage blogSublime Photo Collage — Images by kenne

“Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings:
it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity.”

— William Wordsworth (Lyrical Ballads)

The Character

I marvel how Nature could ever find space
For so many strange contrasts in one human face:
There’s thought and no thought, and there’s paleness and bloom
And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom.

There’s weakness, and strength both redundant and vain;
Such strength as, if ever affliction and pain
Could pierce through a temper that’s soft to disease,
Would be rational peace–a philosopher’s ease.

There’s indifference, alike when he fails or succeeds,
And attention full ten times as much as there needs;
Pride where there’s no envy, there’s so much of joy;
And mildness, and spirit both forward and coy.

There’s freedom, and sometimes a diffident stare
Of shame scarcely seeming to know that she’s there,
There’s virtue, the title it surely may claim,
Yet wants heaven knows what to be worthy the name.

This picture from nature may seem to depart,
Yet the Man would at once run away with your heart;
And I for five centuries right gladly would be
Such an odd such a kind happy creature as he.

– William Wordsworth

 

Flowers Of The Milky Way, My Likeness — I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud   6 comments

Patio Sunset September 2013--6 Art Framed blog“Lonely As A Cloud” — Image by kenne

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be happy,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed — and gazed — but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

  — William Wordsworth

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