Saturday, December 31, 2011

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

 ''The Clearsest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness''. 
   -John Muir     ( photo by Bryan Tulao )

Friday, November 4, 2011

"It took more than three thousand years to make some of the trees in these western woods ... Through all the wonderful, eventful centuries since Christ's time—and long before that—God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand straining, leveling tempests and floods; but he cannot save them from fools."
— John Muir
(Photo by Sera-Sequoia National Forest)

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Thursday, September 8, 2011


“You walk through a series of arches, so to speak, and then, presently, at the end of a corridor, a door opens and you see backward through time, and you feel the flow of time, and realize you are only part of a great nameless procession.” - John Huston
Painting By Ernst Ferdinand Oehme

Saturday, September 3, 2011



In that cathedral, in which you were alone, and where you entered to forget the world and yourself, you did it to feel the lack of motion and to forget waiting, to feel how you were solemnly born in the colonnades and in the arches, to feel how you were disseminated in the purple shrouding, the majestically curbed and undulating lines of the temple, whose vaults you measured, and in whose transcen...dental geometry you lost yourself. Your soul has become a column, an arch, and a vault. Above the world and in its forms your forms have been intertwined, and this non-movement of your nature has become a block of stone. And in your bending, without emotion, you have looked down on earth. What was your soul, if not the stone that does not rest on the ground? Down you were in your heights, weak in your toughness, heavy in your flight, stone on its way to heaven… But suddenly, the miracle of the sound of the organ, a miracle in the cathedral in which you thought you were alone. How the arches moved, the colonnades and vaults, and in vibration did your matter dilate itself, and the cathedral grew bigger in the world’s dimensions. In the sound of the organ, where you may still look for boundaries, what music comes from beyond the margins, from beyond the margins of the world and the soul?
- E. M. Cioran





Photo by Eduard Widmer

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Friday, July 15, 2011

''The moon like a flower,
In Heaven's high bower,
With silent delight,
Sit's and smiles on the night''
-William Blake
( painting by Jules Tavernier )

Thursday, July 14, 2011

''By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright'' -Edgar Allan Poe
( painting by Alex Gardega, ''Swim to the Moon'' )

Sunday, July 10, 2011

“All things must change to something new, to something strange.” -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 
  (painting by Zdzislaw Beksinski )

Friday, July 8, 2011

''Lives in Eternity's sun rise'' -William Blake  ( painting by Florence Harrison )

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

 ''Whose deepness doth entice forward wits, To practice more than heavenly power permits''
  -Christopher Marlowe  ( painting by John Stark )

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

"There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do." - Anais Nin (Photo of Maria Germanova 1908 in The Blue Bird)