“The heavy smell of flower petals stroked the walls of my lungs.”
― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
keukenhof
Galleries
Weekly Photo Challenge: On the Move
“The Guide says there is an art to flying”, said Ford, “or rather a knack. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.”
― Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything
This is my response to the latest Weekly Photo Challenge from The Daily Post at WordPress.
A collaborative post between belgradestreets and belgianstreets featuring a collage of images from the Aviation Museums in Belgrade and Brussels
watermaal bosvoorde
bars
And flee from any stick they throw;
But I’m a timid town bred child,
And all the cattle seem to know.”
― T.S. Eliot
udders
chairs
blooms
grills
bars
cats
dots
smiles
rings
Ter Kamerenbos
“Look: the trees exist; the houses we dwell in stand there stalwartly.
Only we pass by it all, like a rush of air.
And everything conspires to keep quiet about us, half out of shame perhaps, half out of some secret hope.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies
together
empty bench
discarded
abandoned
see through
eyes
alone
martelaars plein
“Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels’
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.”
From, “Duino Elegies” by Rainer Maria Rilke
Beseeching
buls
“In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself within a dark woods where the straight way was lost.”
― Dante Alighieri, Inferno
mont des arts kunstberg
“Life doesn’t imitate art, it imitates bad television.”
― Woody Allen
flageyplein
“Light the Christmas candles for your children! Let them sing carols! But don’t delude yourselves, don’t content yourselves year after year with the shabby, pathetic, sentimental feeling you have when you celebrate your holidays! Demand more of yourselves! Love and joy and the mysterious thing we call “happiness” are not over here or over there, they are only “within yourselves.”
― Hermann Hesse
…attendre frites
“For a while, is a phrase whose length can’t be measured.
At least by the person who’s waiting.”
― Haruki Murakami
frank
“Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.”
― Anne Frank
this is post 25 of 30 for NaBloPoMo
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