Amy & Travis


Amy & Travis dance to James Vincent McMorrow’s rendition of “Wicked Games” in “So You Think You Can Dance.”


Credits: Thank you Susan for sharing her favorite dance of the season.

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Smile to the world – The movie from e-keep on Vimeo.


…55 filmmakers from 31 different countries on 5 continents all shooting a smiling woman and man in each country…The official website : thesmilebook.org


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Word Animals

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Mantas Last Dance

One word. Beautiful.

 

If I could stay just for a minute more
Then I could say all the things I’ve been saving up for
Never enough time in the day & moments like this
come a moment too late

And, there’s so many things that I don’t understand
And I’m standing in line with my open hand
Waiting for some explanation
Something to hold onto
And the minutes of the day turn to hours of the week
And time’s slippin’ away & we don’t hardly speak
And I’m feeling so lost deep in my soul…


Source: Lyrics. Video.  Music: Terra Naomi – If I Could Stay.

Julia Harwood: Healing Art

This story started back in November, 2012 with a hump day post which listed my favorite posts of the week. This post was fronted with a spectacular picture of tourists riding a caravan of camels on a white sandy beach in Cable Beach, Broome, Western Australia. Magical. I attributed the photo to the source and went on my merry way.

Last week, Julia Harwood, the owner and photographer from Western Australia, let me know the photo was hers and asked me to correct the attribution on my post. I had sent her an email apologizing. I never expected to hear back from her. I then proceeded to receive two wonderful emails from Julia along with her consent to post several of her photographs in the slide show below. I was inspired by her kindness and her living her motto of “Healing Art.

Some artists/photographers pursue their passion as a hobby. Others, like Julia, rely on it as their primary source of income. Who pays for the camera? The film? The paint? The canvas? The supplies? The petrol to get to location? The time to wait for the perfect shot? Certainly not me. And the least I can do is continue to appropriately attribute and link the art work to the artist.

Check out the slide show below.  This is Julia’s work.  The seagull reflection.  The peeling paint.  The water splashing from a fountain. The early morning ironman.  The moon balancing on the tip of a tree.  Enchanting.  Magical.

Then, do Julia a favor and check out her website @ Healing Art: Julia Harwood Photography.   Consider LIKING her Facebook page @ Photography by Julia Harwood.  And following her blog @ this link.  Thank you.  Enjoy…

Attribution:

The act of attributing, especially the act of establishing a particular person as the creator of a work of art.

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Where do sentences come from?

Sift the debris of a young writer’s education, and you find dreadful things — strictures, prohibitions, dos, don’ts, an unnatural and nearly neurotic obsession with style, argument and transition. Yet in that debris you find no traces of a fundamental question: where do sentences come from? This is a philosophical question, as valuable in the asking as in the answering. But it’s a practical question, too. Think about it long enough, and you begin to realize that many, if not most, of the things we believe about writing are false…”

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Real poetry is to lead a beautiful life…

The Gentlest and Greatest Friend of Moon and Winds.  Basho, 1644 – 1694

artemisdreamingMany years ago there went wandering through Japan, sometimes on the back of a horse, sometimes afoot, in poor pilgrim’s clothes, the kindest, most simple hearted of men…Basho, friend of moon and winds. Though Basho was born of one of the noblest classes in Japan, and might have been welcome in palaces, he chose to wander, and to be comrade and teacher of men and women, boys and girls in all different stations of life, from the lowest to the highest.  Basho bathed in the running brooks, rested in shady valleys, sought shelter from sudden rains under some tree on the moor, and sighed with the country folk as he watched the cherry blossoms in their last pink shower, fluttering down from the trees.  Now he slept at some country inn, landscape in the moonlightstumbling in at its door at nightfall, wearied from long hours of travelling, yet never too tired to note the lovely wisteria vine, drooping its delicate lavender blossoms over the veranda.  Sometimes he slept in the poor hut of a peasant, but most often his bed was out-of-doors, and his pillow a stone.

When Basho came upon a little violet hiding shyly in the grass on a mountain pathway, it whispered its secret to him.  “Modesty, gentleness, and simplicity!” it said.  “These are the truly beautiful things.”

Glistening drops of dew on the petal of a flower had  voice and a song for him likewise. “Purity,” they sang, “is the loveliest thing in life.

The pine tree, fresh and ever green amid winter’s harshest storms, spoke staunchly of hardy manhood;  the mountains had their message of patience, the moon its song of glory!  Rivers, forests, waterfalls, all told their secrets to Basho, and these secrets that Nature revealed to him, he loved to show to others, for the whole of living of life was to him one great poem, as of some holy service in the shadow of a temple.

“Real poetry,” said Basho, “is to lead a beautiful life.  To live poetry is better than to write it.”  And whenever he saw one of his young students being rude, in a fit of anger, or otherwise acting unworthily, he would gently lay his hand on the arm of the youth and say; “But this is not poetry! This is not poetry.”

~ Olive Beaupré Miller, A children’s book titled Little Pictures of Japan originally published in 1925

 

 


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There is no world for the penitent and regretful…

Paisatge - Joaquim Mir (Barcelona 1873-1940)


There is a season for everything, and we do not notice a given phenomenon except at that season, if, indeed, it can be called the same phenomenon at any other season. There is a time to watch the ripples on Ripple Lake, to look for arrowheads, to study the rocks and lichens, a time to walk on sandy deserts; and the observer of nature must improve these seasons as much as the farmer his. So boys fly kites and play ball or hawkie at particular times all over the State. A wise man will know what game to play to-day, and play it. We must not be governed by rigid rules, as by the almanac, but let the season rule us. The moods and thoughts of man are revolving just as steadily and incessantly as nature’s. Nothing must be postponed. Take time by the forelock. Now or never! You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this, or the like of this. Where the good husbandman is, there is the good soil. Take any other course, and life will be a succession of regrets. Let us see vessels sailing prosperously before the wind, and not simply stranded barks. There is no world for the penitent and regretful.

    ~ Henry David Thoreau (July 12, 1817 – May 6, 1862)


Thank you Rob Firchau @ The Hammock Papers for quote.  Thank you madamescherzo for the Joaquim Mir (Barcelona  1873-1940) painting titled Paisatge.

Modernized Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs…

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