S W O O N D: true nature

4.13.2008

true nature

Birds’ nests are ephemeral, often abandoned once the young have fledged. But the sheer ingenuity of these miniature marvels of architecture is as durable as the impressions left by San Francisco photographer Sharon Beals who captures them in their lasting glory.

:sharon beals; audobon magazine

10 comments:

P said...: Oh...so beautiful.; 4/15/2008
Jen said...: I love these images! I've been on bloggy hiatus and it's lovely to see your blog again.; 4/15/2008
Unknown said...: such a beautiful blog you have. these photos are simply inspiring...truly amazing.; 4/15/2008
Anonymous said...: Love these! Just stunning. Thanks for this (and for your kind comments earlier, too).

Lori; 4/15/2008
katiedid said...: I do have a "thing" for bird's nest and little eggs. Beautiful post.:); 4/15/2008
Luisa Perkins said...: So stark, so clear...; 4/16/2008
studio wellspring said...: wonderful find ~ thanks so much for sharing this great work.; 4/17/2008
please sir said...: LOVE these...so lovely.; 4/17/2008
Paul Pincus said...: are you familiar with Richard Barnes' photographs of nests?...you must take a look...they're genius!; 4/20/2008
Anonymous said...: these are lovely!; 5/14/2008

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the world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.

- w. b. yeats

sounds travel through space long after their wave patterns have ceased to be detectable by the human ear: some cut right through the ionosphere and barrel on out into the cosmic heartland, while others bounce around, eventually being absorbed into the vibratory fields of earthly barriers, but in neither case does the energy succumb; it goes on forever - which is why we, each of us, should take pains to make sweet notes.

- tom robbins

the same dream returned each night until i dared not to go to sleep and grew quite ill. i dreamed i had a child, and even in the dream i saw it was my life, and it was an idiot, and i ran away. but it always crept onto my lap again, clutched at my clothes. until i thought, if i could kiss it, whatever in it was my own, perhaps i could sleep. and i bent to its broken face, and it was horrible . . . but i kissed it. i think one must finally take one's life in one's arms.

- arthur miller, after the fall

YIN AND JUNG

who looks outside, dreams;

who looks inside, awakes.

everything that irritates us about others can lead us to a better understanding of ourselves.

when we must deal with problems, we instinctively resist trying the way that leads through obscurity and darkness. we wish to hear only of unequivocal results, and completely forget that these results can only be brought about when we have ventured into and emerged again from the darkness. but to penetrate the darkness we must summon all the powers of enlightenment that consciousness can offer.

- carl jung, the stages of life