A quick improvisation I made a few days ago in the countryside (Braives). I just felt like climbing on some giant cloud and forget everything. This rather messy sketch is, in some way, related to that other one. Where is Heaven located? Higher always higher. The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX11, provided by Samsung Electronics. Co., Ltd.
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I took this photo in Athens, Greece, with the Acropolis just behind me... Mount Lycabettus is a Cretaceous limestone hill in Athens, Greece. At 277 meters (908 feet) above sea level, the hill (also known as Lycabettos or Lykabettos) is the highest point in the city that surrounds it. Pine trees cover its base, and at its peak are the 19th century Chapel of St. George, a theatre, and a restaurant.
(The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10)
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I recently took this photo in the South of France
The above picture has been shot with the Samsung NX10, which
has been provided to me by Samsung Electronics Co., Ltd.
Early Morning
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I've taken this photo very early in the morning near
St.-Léon-sur-Vézère, in the South West of France
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The Sky Said So
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That one near Angoulême in France
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The Speed Effect
This is a landscape I took from a TGV
(fast train) in the South of France.
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All the above photos have been shot with the Samsung NX10,
which has been provided to me by Samsung Electronics Co., Ltd.
© 2010 - Ben Heine
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I've taken this photo very early in the morning near
St.-Léon-sur-Vézère, in the South West of France
.
The Sky Said So
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That one near Angoulême in France
.
The Speed Effect
.
This is a landscape I took from a TGV
(fast train) in the South of France.
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All the above photos have been shot with the Samsung NX10,
which has been provided to me by Samsung Electronics Co., Ltd.
© 2010 - Ben Heine
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I took this photo a few days ago in Lessive near Rochefort, Belgium
The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10, which
has been provided to me by Samsung Digital Imaging Co., Ltd.
© 2010 - Ben Heine
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(See it on Flickr)I wanted to try something different: a photo in a drawing...
actually the opposite of what I've done so far in this series.
I might do another one similar to that but with more creativity.
© 2010 - Ben Heine
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Bless our Lord! I took this photo from a plane and also made the rough sketch. I had tons of ideas for the sentence on the paper, it was really difficult to make a choice. I still wonder... who are we? What's the real purpose of our existence? Love and happiness are the 2 main words that come to my mind. But after?
Together
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Sache
Par Ben Heine
Au lever du jour coule une larme,
Une de ces larmes versée pour une femme,
Une de ces femmes qui rayonne comme une fleur.
Et sans elle mon chagrin demeure.
Je pourrais sombrer
Ou alors m'éloigner,
Mais je l'aime ma belle,
Le futur nous appelle.
C'est le souffle de l'amour,
Un flux, un va et vient,
Un cycle, une chanson, un refrain.
Ensemble pour toujours.
Par Ben Heine
Au lever du jour coule une larme,
Une de ces larmes versée pour une femme,
Une de ces femmes qui rayonne comme une fleur.
Et sans elle mon chagrin demeure.
Je pourrais sombrer
Ou alors m'éloigner,
Mais je l'aime ma belle,
Le futur nous appelle.
C'est le souffle de l'amour,
Un flux, un va et vient,
Un cycle, une chanson, un refrain.
Ensemble pour toujours.
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The Wind is Blowing
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Dancer of the Sky
By Peter S. Quinn
Dancer of the sky
Dance in clouds faraway
Every reach and try
Drifts and cannot stay
White hazy a yonder
Too far into the blue
Makes a gesture and ponder
As it goes on through
Happy moods going
Wind wind in its blow
Azure sky glowing
Blue and white as snow
Dancer dance your song
Into a distance dream
So I may still long
With sun evening gleam
Dancers of the sky
Run on the silky ways
For the gazing eye
In their heavenly plays
While these moments last
World’s beautiful vision
For a hope to recast
In our own precision
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By Peter S. Quinn
Dancer of the sky
Dance in clouds faraway
Every reach and try
Drifts and cannot stay
White hazy a yonder
Too far into the blue
Makes a gesture and ponder
As it goes on through
Happy moods going
Wind wind in its blow
Azure sky glowing
Blue and white as snow
Dancer dance your song
Into a distance dream
So I may still long
With sun evening gleam
Dancers of the sky
Run on the silky ways
For the gazing eye
In their heavenly plays
While these moments last
World’s beautiful vision
For a hope to recast
In our own precision
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The Eden of that Dim Lake
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The Lake
By Edgar Allan Poe
In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less-
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.
But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody-
Then- ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight-
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define-
Nor Love- although the Love were thine.
Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining-
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.
(Poem's source : pagesperso-orange.fr)
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The poem and photo appeared on hubzay.deviantart.com
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The Lake
By Edgar Allan Poe
In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less-
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.
But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody-
Then- ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight-
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define-
Nor Love- although the Love were thine.
Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining-
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.
(Poem's source : pagesperso-orange.fr)
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The poem and photo appeared on hubzay.deviantart.com
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