“Trees are sanctuaries.
Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.
Trees snatched through the window of a speeding car.
Full of possibility.
NaBloPoMo 21 of 30 – photography101:15
My response to today’s theme on #photo101 was a spider’s web captured in a window frame in the abandoned polder village of Doel.
The main target for my camera yesterday was the graffiti which covers almost every vertical surface in Doel.
So as an extra #photo101 contribution this evening, here is a short slide show featuring the (un) natural world of Doel…
And for those having trouble seeing the slideshow on mobile devices here are the images…
Probably one of the most photographed places, off the beaten tourist trail, in Belgium.
A tale of corporate morals, failed vision, spirited resistance, brutality.
People still live here.
The rest of us, with our cameras, watch and wonder, or worse.
A nightmare in the middle of prosperity.
“One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.”
― Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
This is my contribution to the latest Weekly Photo Challenge from The Daily Post at WordPress.
“When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hope hardly seems worth having, just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down the road, without thought on anything but the ride you are taking.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle
And, when the roads of Brussel were closed to cars this Sunday, that is exactly what the population did.
“But the darkness pulls in everything:
shapes and fires, animals and myself,
how easily it gathers them! –
powers and people…”
― Rainer Maria Rilke
This is my response to the latest Weekly Photo Challenge from The Daily Post at WordPress.
this is (also) the last post, 30 of 30 for NaBloPoMo
“And when the worrying starts to hurt
and the world feels like graves of dirt
Just close your eyes”
Lyrics from “Shut your eyes” by Snow Patrol
this is post 29 of 30 for NaBloPoMo
“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”
― John Steinbeck
christmas market in grote markt, Brugge
this is post 28 of 30 for NaBloPoMo
almost one hundred years on who will not shed a tear in flanders’ fields?
will we ever learn?
“In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.”
– John McCrae
the drum beating
the cross leaning
the cycle waiting
a choice approaching…
this is post 2 of 30 for NaBloPoMo