Ben Heine Art and Music Blog: spring

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A picture I took near Warsaw in Poland some weeks ago.
(The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10,
provided by Samsung Electronics. Co., Ltd)

Singing Bells

I took this photo a few days ago
in the Belgian countryside

You and I
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I took this photo 2 days ago in Braives, Belgium

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You and I

By Peter S. Quinn

You and I in spring first
Green rising high to new...
Flowing in gradation burst
Strength rechargeable thru
Each our while is beautiful
Bringing enjoyment to days
Gone are the moment’s dull
Those were in winter haze

You and I close to touch
Everything comes now easily
With the breeze inasmuch
As freshness comes breezily
Its ‘love me or love me not’
Till petals have been plucked
There is rarely aforethought
If feelings are misinstruct

You and I thru the breeze
Each day and in dusky black
So close beneath the trees
Cause spring is on the almanac
Bringing near to closer still
As life nurtures our foliages
Field flowers and on the hill
Air and rain acknowledges

© 2010 - Ben Heine

Crocuses
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I captured this a few days ago in Lille, France. These crocuses were really tiny, a few centimeters may be. I used a simple 70 mm lens but enhanced the whole image in Photoshop CS4. Several hours of work to get the results I wanted. The picture is not reframed, it actually is a montage of several photos I took when I was there...

The main thing I wanted to express here is the way fragile little things can appear big and strong sometimes, and beautiful of course. But your own interpretation is more important.

You Are Sunshine,
You Are Rain
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All Her Days

By Peter S. Quinn

All her days are softly going by
With some dreams to be forgotten
Like clouds that are always in the sky
Only to drift away and be forgotten

Sunshine and rain
each day sunshine and rain

Life is sometimes a dream rising high
With every opportunity coming to be
Or some loneliness that cannot die
Only to become an inside part you and me

Sunshine and rain
each day sunshine and rain

There are dreams that cannot be hidden away
In the mirrors of glasses that make a day

Every love song
is rising in high
With the times
that come with new spring
And its hopes
with the dreams still lie
Bringing worth
to recollections of old gone thing

Sunshine and rain
each day sunshine and rain
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Walk With the Light
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Take Me
As I Am

By Peter S. Quinn

Take me as I am let me be a twist
A carefree word here to adhere
For knitting down the gist
Inside heart-roots gone austere

Like a love that begins from inside
And brings out a beautiful bright
Like a ray that in a shade might hide
Or a beam in an evening's flight

Give same love life’s giving about
Though sideways are with bare trees
And the morning is still in its doubt
For the coming of summer's breeze
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Spirit of the Earth

The Earth is Yellow

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

The earth is yellow,
Under the winter's aglow;
Spring will come and grow,
A seed from under the snow.
Sleepy old forest,
With branches so barren;
Now you must adjust,
For the new and the foreign.

The earth is quite old,
Where shadows shall dissolve;
For winter can not hold,
What must revive and evolve.
The mountains become blue,
From distance faraway;
And everything come through,
With midnight sun and day.

The earth is my mother,
And with here I shall be;
Like each my sister - brother,
For all the rest of eternity.
Catch as catch you can,
The gold of green and new;
Now returns summer's van,
For youthful thoughts and hue.

Like a Flower
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A Flower For You

By Peter S. Quinn

A flower for you to adore,
When spring seethe here now on;
With colors and shades even more,
Until every fragrance is gone.
A rose in my garden will grow,
Blushing so pure and so hot;
Until there is here again snow,
When its petals again will then rot.
Each time when a season is new,
And everything's growing alive;
We have then regretting so few,
For we do not in winter strive.
A bouquet of wild blooming flowers,
Enriched by all fragrance therein;
Will give you the beauty for hours,
If hue with your heart inter twin.
Remember the love precious one,
The bloom newly cut and fresh;
That came from wilderness sun,
Is sweet smelling - less and less...

A Tune for a Rose

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A Tune for a Rose
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By Peter S. Quinn

A tune for a rose
That in summer fair grows,
Like beauty in trim
When the moody is dim.

The splendid of flowers
My soul now empowers,
So rich in its shade
What sunshine has made.

You are spring's gift
My spirit shall uplift,
And grows over sorrow
And give me tomorrow.

All love is with you
The freshest new true,
What affection has chosen
That spring has unfrozen.

You'll settle all quarrel
The summer's highest laurel,
In the divine fragrance
Through its coexistence.
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