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The Glacier lagoon in Iceland is close to highway number one, about 370 km (230 miles) east from Reykjavík and it is told to be one of the greatest wonders of nature in Iceland. This lagoon is a recent one, the result of a warming climate. The surface is at sea level and sea water flows into the lagoon at high tide.
Huge blocks of ice constantly break off the glacier, Breiðamerkurjökull, and large icebergs float on the lagoon. The lagoon is not very wide but it is up to 250 meters deep which makes it the deepest lake in Iceland. Breiðamerkurjökull is an outlet of the Vatnajökull glacier.
Credits: Glacier Lagoon and National Geographic
Hedda Morrison studied photography in her native Germany, and from 1933 to 1938 managed Hartung’s Photo Shop in Beijing. From 1938 until she and her husband left China in 1946, Morrison worked as a freelance photographer, selling individual prints or thematic albums of her work and creating photographs for other people’s books on China.
“The empty wicker basket suggests that this old man and children are probably from a village outside Peking and have come into the city to trade. On the wall behind the children is a graffiti scrawl written in chalk which represents a play upon the opening words of the Thousand Character Classic (Qianziwen), which refers to the creation of the universe.”
The children in the baskets resemble the growth of the lotus flower, it’s roots in the earth rising through the water and nourished by the air…beautiful PADMA! – j. quigleyPADMAPANIFlowers in the sky.Flowers on Earth.Lotuses bloom as Buddha’s eyelids.Lotuses bloom in man’s heart.Holding gracefully a lotus in his hand,the bodhisattva brings forth a universe of art.In the meadows of the sky, stars have sprung up.The smiling, fresh moon is already up.The jade-colored trunk of a coconut treereaches across the late-night sky.My mind, traveling in utmost emptiness,catches suchness on its way home.1976
by Thich Nhat Hanh (1929 –
…from Call Me by My True Names: The Collected Poems of Thich Nhat Hanh by Thich Nhat Hanh
Michael Philip Manheim has been a professional photographer since 1969. A chance encounter with photography, at the age of 13, locked him onto a life-long pursuit. Intrigued with the themes of change and transformation, Manheim developed a signature style of layering whole phases of movement onto a single frame of film. This approach transcends a literal interpretation. He calls this series the “Rhythm from Within”.
Michael Philip Manheim’s work has been exhibited throughout the United States and in Germany, Greece and Italy. His work has been featured in magazines such as Zoom (U.S. and Italy), Photographers International (Taiwan), La Fotografia (Spain), Black and White magazine, and numerous other publications. He has been Artist in Residence at Bates College in Lewiston, ME and Phillips Exeter Academy in Exeter, NH.
Manheim’s photographs are held in public and private collections, including the Library of Congress, the International Photography Hall of Fame & Museum, the Danforth Museum of Art and the Bates College Museum of Art. He has had over 15 solo exhibitions. Julian Cox, curator of photography at Atlanta’s High Museum of Art, noted that Manheim’s photographs “have passion and beauty, and clearly considerable skill has gone into their execution.”
Music by Budd/Foxx, ‘Here and Now’
Thank you shivabel!
In T’ai Chi, every movement we make should be like a string of pearls…the beauty of the human form. – JQ
Loie Fuller dancing with her veil, 1897
Photograph by Isaiah West Taber (1830-1912)
(C) RMN (Musée d’Orsay) / Michèle Bellot
Fuller depicted by Koloman Moser (1901)
Fair white swan of mystic night
singing me wave upon wave
you spin and white lace encircles you
spirals of echoing light
a rapid bouree to a moonbeam
and the cold calculating scent of morning
hangs like icicles from your breath
caress me gently, my dove,
– the cold still kiss of night
(a wane hand upon my shoulder now)
a circle of lines
a symmetry of passion
ending in arabesque
your converging planes
form a portal to my soul
love, fair, sweet swan of love!
-(c) 1998 Gustav BenJava
Noh and KyÔ gen Masks, Yamagata-ken
on the year’s last night
a new face for the cat…
“We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called opportunity and its first chapter is New Year’s Day.” (Edith Lovejoy Pierce)
Happy New Year!
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Rolleiflex SL66SE Planar 80mm
In Japan, the fish means well-being, happiness and freedom. It is one of the Eight Auspicious Symbols used in Buddhism imported from China. The fish symbolises living in a state of fearlessness, without danger of drowning in the ocean of sufferings, and migrating from place to place freely and spontaneously.