Showing posts with label Skye. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Skye. Show all posts

Sunday, April 18, 2021

Light of Skye


 "The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the Music breathing from her face,
The heart whose softness harmonised the whole —
And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!"

- Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Postscript. As photo-safari opportunities have dwindled (and though I do have a growing backlog of house-studio-facilitated abstracts to work on, as time permits), much of my "photo time" nowadays consists of discovering and reworking old images. This one is from the summer of 2009, captured during the first trip my wife and I took to Scotland; specifically, South Ronaldsay, one of the preternaturally beautiful Orkney Islands off Scotland's northeastern coast. The light there, as in all of Scotland, is not entirely of this world!

Saturday, November 05, 2016

Chain of Connection


"In considering the study of physical phenomena, not merely in its bearings on the material wants of life, but in its general influence on the intellectual advancement of mankind, we find its noblest and most important result to be a knowledge of the chain of connection, by which all natural forces are linked together, and made mutually dependent upon each other; and it is the perception of these relations that exalts our views and ennobles our enjoyments."

- Alexander von Humboldt (1769 - 1859)

Wednesday, November 02, 2016

Layered Consciousness


"The color-patches of vision part, shift, and reform as I move through space in time. The present is the object of vision, and what I see before me at any given second is a full field of color patches scattered just so. The configuration will never be repeated. Living is moving; time is a live creek bearing changing lights. As I move, or as the world moves around me, the fullness of what I see shatters. “Last forever!” Who hasn’t prayed that prayer? You were lucky to get it in the first place. The present is a freely given canvas. That it is constantly being ripped apart and washed downstream goes without saying; it is a canvas, nevertheless. 

But there is more to the present than a series of snapshots. We are not merely sensitized film; we have feelings, a memory for information and an eidetic memory for the imagery of our pasts. 

Our layered consciousness is a tiered track for an unmatched assortment of concentrically wound reels. Each one plays out for all of life its dazzle and blur of translucent shadow-pictures; each one hums at every moment its own secret melody in its own unique key. We tune in and out. But moments are not lost. Time out of mind is time nevertheless, cumulative, informing the present. From even the deepest slumber you wake with a jolt- older, closer to death, and wiser, grateful for breath. 

But time is the one thing we have been given, and we have been given to time. Time gives us a whirl. We keep waking from a dream we can’t recall, looking around in surprise, and lapsing back, for years on end. All I want to do is stay awake, keep my head up, prop my eyes open,... "

- Annie Dillard (1945 - )

Monday, October 31, 2016

Boundaries


"Indeed, the only truly serious questions are ones that even a child can formulate. Only the most naive of questions are truly serious. They are the questions with no answers. A question with no answer is a barrier that cannot be breached. In other words, it is questions with no answers that set the limit of human possibilities, describe the boundaries of human existence."

- Milan Kundera (1929 - )

Thursday, October 27, 2016

Mystery and Art of Living


"The mystery and art of living are as grand as the sweep of a lifetime and the lifetime of a species. And they are as close as beginning, quietly, to mine whatever grace and beauty, whatever healing and attentiveness, are possible in this moment and the next and the next one after that."

-  Krista Tippett (1960 - )

Sunday, October 23, 2016

Life is a Secret


"The deeper we look into nature, the more we recognize that it is full of life, and the more profoundly we know that all life is a secret and that we are united with all life that is in nature. Man can no longer live his life for himself alone. We realize that all life is valuable and that we are united to all this life.  From this knowledge comes our spiritual relationship with the universe."

- Albert Schweitzer (1875-1965)

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Limit of Our Sight


"Life is eternal,
love is immortal
and death is only a horizon.
Life is eternal as we
move into the light
and the horizon is nothing
save the limit of our sight."


Tuesday, October 04, 2016

Dream Before the Awakening


"It is possible to believe
that all the past is but
the beginning of a beginning,
and that all that is and
has been is but the
twilight of the dawn.
It is possible to believe
that all the human mind
has ever accomplished is
but the dream
before the awakening."

- H. G. Wells (1866 - 1946)

Sunday, October 02, 2016

Breathed on by Light


"It was the hour in which objects lose the consistency of shadow that accompanies them during the night and gradually reacquire colors, but seem to cross meanwhile an uncertain limbo, faintly touched, just breathed on by light; the hour in which one is least certain of the world's existence."

- Italo Calvino (1923 - 1985)

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Mountains Simply Exist


"The secret of the mountain is that the mountains simply exist, as I do myself: the mountains exist simply, which I do not. The mountains have no "meaning," they are meaning; the mountains are. The sun is round. I ring with life, and the mountains ring, and when I can hear it, there is a ringing that we share. I understand all this, not in my mind but in my heart, knowing how meaningless it is to try to capture what cannot be expressed, knowing that mere words will remain when I read it all again, another day."

- Peter Matthiessen (1927 - 2014)

Monday, September 26, 2016

Silence


"My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear — a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence. The 'I' in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable."

- Kahlil Gibran (1883 - 1931)

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Amidst the Mystery


"To know objects only through dissecting and
cataloguing them is to miss their full reality.
It is to fall asleep amidst the mystery
and to become numb to the wonder
of this great Earth"

(1931 - 2009)

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Distant Memories


"The Cosmos is all that is or was or ever will be. Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us - there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a height. We know we are approaching the greatest of mysteries."

- Carl Sagan (1934 - 1996)

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Unfathomable Mystery


"The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend."

- Aldous Huxley (1894 - 1963)

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Hypostatized Information


"We hypostatize information into objects. Rearrangement of objects is change in the content of the information; the message has changed. This is a language which we have lost the ability to read. We ourselves are a part of this language; changes in us are changes in the content of the information. We ourselves are information-rich; information enters us, is processed and is then projected outward once more, now in an altered form. We are not aware that we are doing this, that in fact this is all we are doing."

- Philip K. Dick (1928 - 1982)

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Receiving the World


"Paradoxical as it may seem,
the purposeful life has no content,
no point. It hurries on and on,
and misses everything. Not hurrying,
the purposeless life misses nothing,
for it is only when there is
no goal and no rush that
the human senses are
fully open to receive the world."

(1915 - 1973)

Thursday, September 08, 2016

Metaphysical Angst


"There are people ... who fill their time, or what they believe to be their spare time, by collecting stamps, coins, medals, vases, postcards, matchboxes, books, clocks, sport shirts, autographs, stones, clay figurines, empty beverage cans, little angels, cacti, opera programmes, lighters, pens, owls, music boxes, bottles, bonsai trees, paintings, mugs, pipes, glass obelisks, ceramic ducks, old toys, carnival masks, and they probably do so out of something that we might call metaphysical angst, perhaps because they cannot bear the idea of chaos being the one ruler of the universe, which is why, using their limited powers and with no divine help, they attempt to impose some order on the world, and for a short while they manage it, but only as long as they are there to defend their collection, because when the day comes when it must be dispersed, and that day always comes, either with their death or when the collector grows weary, everything goes back to its beginnings, everything returns to chaos."

- José Saramago (1922 - 2010)

Wednesday, September 07, 2016

Essential Unity of the World


"We try to realize the
essential unity of the world
with the conscious soul of man;
we learn to perceive
the unity held together
by the one Eternal Spirit,
whose power creates the earth,
the sky, and the stars,
and at the same time
irradiates our mind."

- Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)

Tuesday, September 06, 2016

Science and Art


"Science and art sometimes
can touch one another,
like two pieces of the jigsaw puzzle
which is our human life,
and that contact may be
made across the borderline
between the two
respective domains."

- M. C. Escher (1898 - 1972)

Monday, September 05, 2016

Structure of Reality


"The important thing is to not stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existence. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery each day."

- Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)