ZOEK LOOK

ZOEK LOOK

captured light

captured light

believe in Beauty, flashing senses
it takes courage to see sensuality
zoek a look
sensuous sentence, offers a pattern
simplifying simulation every stone in a Bubble
zoek a look

standing still

stil 

drop without an ocean, no flow of quadrant
a distant tree, whispering names on your way
zoek a look
across silent breaks
its in your hands, under your feet flowing in your ears
zoek a look

what goes around comes around

what goes around comes around

there over there
whiteout a whisper following maze
zoek a look
around description
saying nothingness
zoek a look

it hurts

it hurts

Dottle over a road, of mystery meaningless tread
tired march of stems
zoek a look
wisps makes you go
used to empty rooms, no matter what you do
zoek a look

saampjes

saampjes

locked away rocks
freak window seal leaking dreams
zoek a look
drop by drop, lash-hold of the scream bird
leave window by horsehairs
zoek a look
purple shoes as wings

wings in your eyes

wings in your eyes

A certain dream while walking along in different shoes around different times into different landscapes. Holding my camera in my hand.

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MEEUWEN IN DE TUIN

SCHIMMEN SPELL

coincidence of no focussing camera
macro point of view
into infinity

eyes

eyes

TOEVALLIG
FORTUITOUS

unexpected random appearance
don’t like
record of time
waving by on constant
grommmrrrrr
looking for silence sight
finding literature gardens
standing in black past

black sight

black sight

ONVOORZIEN
ACCIDENTAL

observant mind draws an other
picture
alert neglect
movement flows in air
float on water
leaving no remark

schimmen spel

schimmen spel

ONWILLEKEURIG
UNWITTINGLY

it goes shining over dreams
inspirational Blues
seeding representation under
Windlight sims
mention in passing fine lines
divide us

what you see    what i see

what you see what i see

LUKRAAK
HAPHAZARDLY

a camera alone will never do it
eyes will not see it
together they show a screen

mP

Inspired by
http://www.moewenglanz.de

TAIL OF HORSE

TAIL OF A HORSE

go where one can go

go where one can go

looking for stillness amongst sounds
of constant going
squeal over iron, rubber tackling asphalt

the surprise from a crossing horse
across flowing mist shelter
chestnut trees

ssstttt

ssstttt

cannot believe my luck
hoef niet bang te zijn on the streaming desperate
motion
purple stains old punk passing tail trail fail
no more

lets tale away in mystical devotion
over river stows silence remains
by the lone wooded strain, do not come my way

eye aye

eye aye

the morning sun wake endless shakes, it will not follow you
beams into shrinking themes go under ageing agent tree
it seems free to go
silently

cannot see, really feel very strange
the sun is here where the Hawthorn left, the Elder follows
pigeon flies over horse trail Chestnut

monet

monet moment

very soon they all come out
despairing my lost moment
tires overshadow birdsong, running way, running away
i do not want to stay, minding bones
its all so strange, do not feed the animals, do not flee the peace, do not flea the peas

horse SUN

horse SUN

mAgdA

17 June 2015

Hemel Hempstead

YEAR CONTEMPLATIONS

YEAR CONTEMPLATIONS

tunnel

tunnel

It was a floating year with changing water,
brown to black sometimes a bit of blue and see-through
and one moment just teal.

teal

teal

A journey with tree planting inside trees,
around trees, under trees,
floating trees finding their destinations in the soil of choice.

oaks

oaks

An expedition of rock collecting,
rock finding, rock digging,
pebbles scrubbing, colour dreming,
root rocks, soft rocks,
sculptured stones all on a roof top,
all displaced along the way by the planted tree.

tock de rock

tock de rock

A wander through water,
over water, under water,
raising water, tumble water,
shallow water to discover a new element.

yearaqua

A trek of freedom discovery,
past origination, forgotten stations,
hidden glory, silty stories,
sudden fading of layered horizontally.

freedom

freedom

A roving moment leaving the old harbour,
well behind the stored ships,
to enter deep sense oeuvre, daunting remakes,
what is behind does not remain.

de alvracht drie

de alvracht drie

A float surrounded by circles,
finding the inner coir,
displacing the outer mind as water becomes the soil,
linger to be silent drifting joy,
revealing miracles.

SPIRAL JOURNEY

SPIRAL JOURNEY

The next year celebration into a new direction
Spiral Journey
made without solitude engaging attitude.

happy NEW year

EARLY

An early morning walk on 29 July starting at 04.55 in my own words of perception.

the early morning mist longed over water
dancing skimping in distance

misty

misty

over wildFlower meadow hovers
veil of most tiniest of tiniest drops
touching everything with a dust off water
minute water forming a needed
awakening to long warm day
while short night ends

sunmist

sunmist

many will be moved
as i look for colour
that past moment
2 summers ago
somewhere else
own creation of nature
total feeling comes again
as the dream wakes on a sliding hill
as a stream it will come again

every drop a story

every drop a story

feeling warmth of growing sun
glistering silver dust thousand sparkles in one

streaks of light over the blue canvas sky
breath silence in shallow traffic
an adoring moment

streaks

streaks

nobody here
nobody there
only
a flatter of silver bird Wings
stroke movement curling in the sky
what will the day bring

early-bird

early bird

cool yellow rock
into shadow of doubt
a piece of land
mint marjoram bees
leave it all the same

ponds of drops

ponds of drops

you will not see
the end
from that bit
there

perspective of a moment

perspective of a moment

a late submission of a day gone

Norther Wind Tears

NORTHER WIND TEARS

see it all of the nothing
to see
as elephants flow down to
sheen

see what there isn’t
to see
scarlet sea-lens hanging from
trees

rockt road

rockt road

see them disappear
into see
burned ash of ribbon
deal

see who doesn’t want
to see
Yellow flashes of skimmed
fees

see

see

see it alone down the
seam
she is all so low as a french
blow

trol

trol

TROY
this is my beauty
solid beauty

willow plain of troy

willow plain of troy

MELT

sponges start
to crack underneath
feet
in the lee of ice golden sparks
emerge on eyes

spark

spark

distant morning M6
roars on like a never
ending journey
lets go down and stand still

broken root

broken root

underneath frost from the past
lays the dew of the
future
not showing what
eyes see
appearing images of illusory stillness
like
expectation falling from
rain
let the mind dream a broken
way

rain

rain

squaling frozen leaves
conceal tramping feet
when the sun hits the ground
it all falls in drops
cold
strings
through
wellies
curl the toes while hanging low

pointer

pointer

the bow churn the way
cast iron pointer
shivering realization
into the body
down the yellow rose
where
the oak grows out of the owl

flow

flow

 

while walking down the tow path on a early frosty morning
thoughts that wander