Showing posts with label Tree. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tree. Show all posts
Hidden Vision
.jpg "Hidden Vision - Photo by Ben Heine with Chinese model Zhuzhu") |
| Hidden Vision © 2013 Ben Heine |
A portrait of Chinese model Zhuhu. I took this photo a few weeks ago in a forest near where I live in Rochefort, Belgium. You can view a detail here and my other photos with Zhuzhu here.
Definitely the most amazing tree I've seen in my whole life. I took this photo in Seville, Spain. If you wish, you can view a detail at this link and some preparatory photos here below.
Ficus macrophylla, commonly known as the Moreton Bay Fig, is a large evergreen banyan tree of the Moraceae family. It is known for its beautiful buttress roots. It can reach heights of 60 m (200 ft). The trunk can reach a diameter of 2.4 m (8 ft).
Preparatory photos:
I've captured this moment near Thenon in France
The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10,
which has been provided to me by Samsung Electronics Co., Ltd.
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Carpe Diem
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
O beautiful you in garden's heart
From point where tomorrow shall start
Playfully giving and receiving
In all this of going amending
Lasting futures impending
When flowers seeds are reviving
The love that comes into night
And sets out its feelings on flight
Where garden roses are true:
In each their approval and lore --
When love gives to become more
Of all that is to renew
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I've taken this photo in Fontalirant during
a foggy morning, near Thenon in France
The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10, which
has been provided to me by Samsung Electronics Co., Ltd.
© 2010 - Ben Heine
I've taken this photo very early in the morning
in Fontalirant, near Thenon in France
The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10, which
has been provided to me by Samsung Electronics Co., Ltd.
in Fontalirant, near Thenon in France
The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10, which
has been provided to me by Samsung Electronics Co., Ltd.
Château de la Hulpe
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I took this photo in La Hulpe near Brussels. The "La Hulpe Castle" was built in 1842 and overlooks nearly 220 hectares of meadows, woods and ponds on the edge of the nearby Soignes forest. The old Solvay field is a splendid extension of the forest and has some remarkable trees. It is a beautiful place for walking and relaxation. So much green, so much blue...
Listen to Wisdom
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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A photo I took in the Belgian countryside
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Freedom Is To
You Calling
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Freedom is to you calling,
Give life a heart so brave;
Each night hours are falling,
Into a dim hollow grave.
Hatred can be bottomless,
If you'll allow it to be;
But life is so fresh,
If it becomes all free.
Days by days will end,
But love can never so do;
Only down it will bend,
If it's not completely true.
Evening becomes a night,
Gathering shadows around;
Hold your feelings all right,
Lost can again be found.
Freedom is truth wearing,
Never a lie there inside;
Everyone else bearing,
Not from ourselves there hide.
You can grow out wisdom,
If the right seeds are sown;
For the conditions are calm,
If you acknowledge and atone.
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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A photo I took in the Belgian countryside
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Freedom Is To
You Calling
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Freedom is to you calling,
Give life a heart so brave;
Each night hours are falling,
Into a dim hollow grave.
Hatred can be bottomless,
If you'll allow it to be;
But life is so fresh,
If it becomes all free.
Days by days will end,
But love can never so do;
Only down it will bend,
If it's not completely true.
Evening becomes a night,
Gathering shadows around;
Hold your feelings all right,
Lost can again be found.
Freedom is truth wearing,
Never a lie there inside;
Everyone else bearing,
Not from ourselves there hide.
You can grow out wisdom,
If the right seeds are sown;
For the conditions are calm,
If you acknowledge and atone.
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Back to my Roots
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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As I Am
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
As I am
I am your tender way
Someone to follow
Earth in its gray
Love song of the deep
As hours pass by
Hold on and keep
Knots to lose and try
You are for me
Night with its stars
Someone to follow
Winter’s top isobars
Can’t you hear me singing
Like a bird in a tree
To your heart bringing
Something of me
As I am
Without any taken
Winter ways hollow
Through the darks waken
No one but you
Understands this
From the dim dim blue
Outside in vast abyss
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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As I Am
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
As I am
I am your tender way
Someone to follow
Earth in its gray
Love song of the deep
As hours pass by
Hold on and keep
Knots to lose and try
You are for me
Night with its stars
Someone to follow
Winter’s top isobars
Can’t you hear me singing
Like a bird in a tree
To your heart bringing
Something of me
As I am
Without any taken
Winter ways hollow
Through the darks waken
No one but you
Understands this
From the dim dim blue
Outside in vast abyss
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Summer Time
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Dream Dream Away!
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Dream dream away tonight
With each song that feels right
Some bouquets are in your mind
And other's in reality you'll find
Keep them and grow them more
Some of them pictures will lore
Daydreaming going to dreams
The image of uncertainty deems
Spin through clutter and rainbow
Everything that's shining the day
Fill every thought with a wow
Come what should and what may
Tumbling down to new summer
Feeling the warms in its hands
Finding the blossoms newcomer
Each in its field and marshlands
Dream dream away to the bright
Morning that comes after night
Filling the air with its perfume
From every summer bed's bloom
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Dream dream away tonight
With each song that feels right
Some bouquets are in your mind
And other's in reality you'll find
Keep them and grow them more
Some of them pictures will lore
Daydreaming going to dreams
The image of uncertainty deems
Spin through clutter and rainbow
Everything that's shining the day
Fill every thought with a wow
Come what should and what may
Tumbling down to new summer
Feeling the warms in its hands
Finding the blossoms newcomer
Each in its field and marshlands
Dream dream away to the bright
Morning that comes after night
Filling the air with its perfume
From every summer bed's bloom
Spirit of the Earth
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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.
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.
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Over The
Rainbow
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Over the rainbow
I'm waiting for you,
Hours that overflow
Into the blue;
What can I say,
No words will give
Another bright day,
In futures to live.
We might be happy
With what we have got,
Though times get snappy
For what they are not;
Bright sides and bluebirds
Yesterday's spring,
On and on new flirts
As tender hearts sing.
Over the cloudy sky
Where wonders meets eyes,
Our time passes by
And futures new lies;
Just a step here beyond
Oh blow wind oh blow,
No earth is there bond
Only colors of glow.
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Rainbow
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Over the rainbow
I'm waiting for you,
Hours that overflow
Into the blue;
What can I say,
No words will give
Another bright day,
In futures to live.
We might be happy
With what we have got,
Though times get snappy
For what they are not;
Bright sides and bluebirds
Yesterday's spring,
On and on new flirts
As tender hearts sing.
Over the cloudy sky
Where wonders meets eyes,
Our time passes by
And futures new lies;
Just a step here beyond
Oh blow wind oh blow,
No earth is there bond
Only colors of glow.
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Meadow of Grass
By David Anthony
I lie here in this meadow of grass
Counting clouds as they pass
Day dreaming without a care
The soft wind blowing through my hair
The warm sun feels good on my bare skin
I wish this feeling would never end
But soon the dark clouds reappear
Bringing back all my fears
To never feel the warmth of her hand
To never see her beauty again
To only know her leaving words
To only remember those piercing swords
To never feel her gift of love
To never be her only one
The rain pours down on me all around
Drowning out all the sounds
No birds' songs no crickets' chirps
No way to avoid all this hurt
I want to run but cannot move
My body feels the overwhelming blue
Then a rainbow shows through the lightning and rain
To remind me soon there will be no more pain
The sun comes again as the dark clouds pass
And my dreams return in this meadow of grass
(The poem appeared on authorsden.com)
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Meadow of Grass
By David Anthony
I lie here in this meadow of grass
Counting clouds as they pass
Day dreaming without a care
The soft wind blowing through my hair
The warm sun feels good on my bare skin
I wish this feeling would never end
But soon the dark clouds reappear
Bringing back all my fears
To never feel the warmth of her hand
To never see her beauty again
To only know her leaving words
To only remember those piercing swords
To never feel her gift of love
To never be her only one
The rain pours down on me all around
Drowning out all the sounds
No birds' songs no crickets' chirps
No way to avoid all this hurt
I want to run but cannot move
My body feels the overwhelming blue
Then a rainbow shows through the lightning and rain
To remind me soon there will be no more pain
The sun comes again as the dark clouds pass
And my dreams return in this meadow of grass
(The poem appeared on authorsden.com)
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Desert
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By Roy Brammell
Sage brush! Mile after mile,
Quiet in the sun, and shimmering;
Ever in the sun, ever shimmering!
The long low mountains
Seem to crouch beneath the heat,
And the earth, dried to a powder,
Is strewn with choked brown grass.
Ants burrow in the ground
And live on things that perish here.
Stream beds are dry, beaten paths
Of rabbits and sage coyotes
That for keen thirst run the full length
Of each ravine, and fall at last
As did one here whose bones lie scattered,
White as snow beneath the sun.
God, the waste! the quivering waste!
Where things grow up to die!
(Poem's source : www.skyways.lib.ks.us)
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The poem and photo appeared
on hubzay.deviantart.com
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By Roy Brammell
Sage brush! Mile after mile,
Quiet in the sun, and shimmering;
Ever in the sun, ever shimmering!
The long low mountains
Seem to crouch beneath the heat,
And the earth, dried to a powder,
Is strewn with choked brown grass.
Ants burrow in the ground
And live on things that perish here.
Stream beds are dry, beaten paths
Of rabbits and sage coyotes
That for keen thirst run the full length
Of each ravine, and fall at last
As did one here whose bones lie scattered,
White as snow beneath the sun.
God, the waste! the quivering waste!
Where things grow up to die!
(Poem's source : www.skyways.lib.ks.us)
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The poem and photo appeared
on hubzay.deviantart.com
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