S W O O N D: pine pom-pon pick up stix

6.23.2010

pine pom-pon pick up stix

On a recent weekend trip to Ithaca, New York (home to Lake Cayuga and Willard Straight Hall), I took a few snaps of these wonderful prickly pine explosions. I like the high contrast of pattern against the stark white morning sky. Have a look at some other (large-scale) versions right here at beautimuse.

:images dianamuse; 217project no. 31

4 comments:

Louis Duke Photography said...: oh wow. small world. I was in Ithaca yesterday. I've been photographing Seneca lake like non-stop. I just adore the finger lakes region.; 6/23/2010
Anonymous said...: How original. I love this kind of photos where the artist sees beyond the most simple of things in nature and there unpredictably you have a work of art. Enjoying your blog.; 6/24/2010
Unknown said...: I couldn't leave a comment on the photo above,
but it is absolutely fabulous.
sacred
fabulous; 6/29/2010
Miles Of Style said...: i love the photo in the post above too!

just stumbled across your blog and i have to say its LOVELY! do drop by mine too when you have some time. perhaps we can follow each other. =)

Persis
http://www.onestylemile.blogspot.com/; 7/16/2010

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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

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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