Pour le 500ième
An invitation to look at the next photo...
There is an echoe...
Merci
Le silence de la Mona Lisa // Mai 2019
(revisited image)
Pour le 500 ième anniversaire - Un clin d'oeil à Léonardo... /
(Avec Élizabeth - Years ago)
31-AUG-2015
REFLEXION....and words of love
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Bonjour, this is an old picture of mine (some of you will recognize the pic...). I can t access any of my zillions of new images that are somewhere in the post-process...process.
I am, since February 2nd, away from home. Been 5 times to hospital.
Went to ER on the 2nd and now, i am fighting a very aggressive form of cancer...
I will be under the knife this coming Wednesday, for valentine's day apparently...
I had big struggles last few years and it seems life challenges are not finished with me yet, like for so many other people too, i know...
Anyway, just few words to tell you, PBase family friends (old and new) that i DEARLY MISS YOU...if you could just have a little positive thought for me this coming wednesday, it would certainly help..
Merci et a bientot....j espere.
Hug xx
Claudia
Rendez-vous avec la rosée
Un matin d'automne
sous la chaleur de mon châle
couleur de sable
dansant au vent...
La rosée s'est déposée
sur le bout de mes bottillons.
Quand l'eau reviendra...
(also for the "lines" challenge)
2011 juillet
I wish...
I had this type of view
from my room...
Where tranquility
gently collides
with all the possitiblities of life...
A wonderful
breathing space
where each breath
is slow and steady.
But it is still not far
from where i live though...
Rendez-vous with the wind...
Le vent dans les voiles et sous les plumes...
For a moment...feeling the horizon in a different way
Miksang...
I'd rather be on the back of this pigeon.
Flight of the navigator...
(Challenge: place i'd rather be)
Note: As i pressed the shutter...the pigeon flew.
I am so glad he did!!!
(the black you see is the river under us - no cropping & no Photoshop composition/manipulation)
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"Quand la route est remplie d'obstacles
et que tu n'attends aucun miracle,
il est permis de t'arrêter, mais non d'abandonner.
Quand le succès te fuit
et que le doute t'envahit,
peut-être qu'à ton insu
tu es tout près du but.
Même si tu as tout essayé,
tu ne dois jamais abandonner."
When it rains....
I have to take my raincoat...
(weekly challenge: weather)
Stormy week-end ahead...
Et profondément sous la neige...
And deep under the snow...
As far as it was possible to see...
I love to walk into silence
and when the clouds accompany me
so close to the ground.
When silence is white and light blue...
Barely few weeks ago...
APRIL SCAVENGER HUNT - 30 THINGS : 10th entry / " Close to home " (3)
Encounter with a flower...
The other day, i was walking in a garden.
A big one.
The weather was gorgeous, it is summer after all.
Many people were in that garden,
walking around,
admiring art,
space and just relaxing in a beautiful atmosphere.
All strangers to me.
Then,
as i walked down a balcony,
on the last beautiful step,
also made of stone,
i saw that flower,
reaching for the ground.
I stopped
and, for a little while
i enjoyed her presence.
Most of the other flowers were standing
kind of...straighter (is this a word? Oh well, if not, now it is one ;)
reaching for the sky, which i liked
but that one looked different
as if she was curious to see what was there
leaving the sky for a moment and explore
or perhaps, just looking at my feet, lol
I am sure she smiled like me
deep inside...
10-OCT-2009
Mushroom in the dark*
Dans le sous-bois
quand le soleil prends sa pause
à la fin du jour
Subtilité d'une tendresse
plus grande
que le silence
Hymne à la terre
pour annoncer
la nuit
note: on my screen, it is pitch black around the mushroom, which is how i want this image.
if you see colour, our screens are not calibrated the same way...
20-OCT-2009
Inukshuk... a humble one.
I was just very happy when i found this humble Inukshuk
Perhaps i found it because i was very happy too.
Little stones, just waiting there...
That morning, something wonderful happened.
Then, after that event, i had to go smile to the world.
I just had to...
As always, i was just wandering around, being attentive
to little things, effortlessly.
Then i saw beautiful branches of a willow tree slowly dancing in the wind.
(next image)
I had to stop.
As I took the picture, through the branches
in the distance, i saw something on the shore.
I had to get closer.
The light on the water was beautiful and this little Inookshook was standing there
alone like a guardian of time...
I felt good.
* *
I love the idea that somebody left it there for me
and whoever else can feel and appreciate...
There is beauty all over
We just have to keep our eyes and heart open
to whatever IS there...
* *
A little window on my world
A place where i know a lot is possible
because a lot is already happening.
The vibes are good...very good.
* *
Note: The Inukshuk rock formations are to mark places on Inuit land...
20-OCT-2009
Because of the delicate branches dancing in the light wind
I was able to make the Inookshook image...
Just go read ;)
(previous image)
Sans le saule, comment connaître la beauté du vent ?
09-AUG-2009
Learning how to breathe...
Deeply.
Et prendre le temps qu'il faut
pour faire de notre corps et de notre esprit
une entité qui nous aidera à nous dépasser...
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CM, thank You for your comment and giving me the chance to explain
my point of view since you do not get what i meant, although, all the point of views are good:
Did you notice the lips and the nose on the image?
By being attentive to how we breathe and learning to breathe better, we learn how to be attentive to ourselves, we unleash the inner power and we increase our well being with more harmony and less stress (something i still have to work on...a lot).
Somebody for who i have the deepest respect, by his natural balance, inspired me this image.
The sculpting with time waves and their crashing against the steps of stone is,
for me, a powerful deep new breath of consciousness,
where everything could become possible...
Namaste all
08-AUG-2009
Douceur d'une courbure...dans le temps
Contact
When words are not needed...
(et j'aime vraiment beaucoup que la lumière soit prisonnière
dans ce petit replis d'eau...)
10-JUL-2009
For a moment
Hearing the silence of blue...
(il était devant moi, coincé dans la circulation,
le bleu du ciel et le bleu de son casque et ce geste
un clin d'oeil...et j'aurais raté cette prise)
Winter...still sticking to my fingers
Opening my bedroom window
i love to feel the snow
when all is quiet.
There is a little pulse
it is the one of the snowflakes
melting
one after the other...
12-FEB-2009
Waiting in soft anticipation...
A new life
learning
to hear
silence...
11-JUL-2008
Life...
Being appreciated
by my fingers...
The wind always know
Where it is going
The solid rock is not always as solid
As we might think
One day, it forgets where it came from
And if it was going somewhere
Roots are confused with memories
For a brief moment
The ancient is given a new life
While believing it had none
Imperceptible wings tremble in a gust of wind
Stolen pieces of crystals are carried away
Softened with time
Christened with a new name
Sand
While slipping through my fingers
I love to hear the echo of stories of its past
And feel the dreams of tomorrows…
10-OCT-2007
Life script...
Une page du milieu dans le livre de la vie // A middle page in the book of life.
La mienne et la vôtre qui pouvez maintenant me lire // Mine and all of yours who can read me today.
L'histoire de nos vies date de quelques années déjà // The story of our lives began years ago.
Plusieurs pages ont été vécues et lues // Many pages have been lived and read
Et plus encore sont à décrire... // More pages are waiting to be seen...
Chaque jour est renouveau // Each day is a new beginning.
Une abondance de l'inconnu // Abundance of the unknown.
Réchauffé par des traditions choisies // Comfort of chosen traditions
Béni par certains rituels sacrés // Blessed with some sacred rituals
Une page blanche débordant d'espoir, de rêves et d'expériences nouvelles
// A blank page teeming with hope, dreams and new experiences.
Le manuscrit de la vie est déjà écrit...mais à l'encre invisible
// The script is already written but with invisible ink.
Seule la nuit, avant de fermer les yeux, permet de lire cette encre
// Only night, before closing your eyes, allows you to see that invisible ink
Ma photographie renferme ce qu'il y a de beau en moi
// My photography contains what is beautiful in me.
C'est là ou j'exprime la multitude de couleurs de qui je suis.
//That is where I express the many colours of who I am.
~ Namaste ~
p.s. Effet souhaité: Écran très sombre... / This image is meant to be seen on a darker screen...
Pas d'arrière plan visible / no visible background
16-DEC-2007
In the country of Blue...
Aimer
malgré les imperfections
les êtres de lumière
Ignorer et fuir
ceux qui l'éteignent...
Défini dans le regard de l'autre
Fais-moi belle.
Tu sentiras que tu es beau.
22-APR-2008
Déca-dense...
Men (humans) habits are too often immoral and self-indulgent
We are at the beginning of the extinction of our own specie
I find this “à la Mona Lisa smiling"
half face sculpture beautiful in this blue sky.
I know, like you, there is lots of beauty everywhere, and i do indulge.
At the same time
I think this statue represents "semi" hope in our decadent world.
A lot needs to change to make this place a better place to live,
most humans approach life like sleepwalkers...
Are we choosing to be part of the problem or the solution?
(....Jeudi Challenge)
Entrance...
to another dimension
(monthly challenge: Portal)
All you...
"... have to do
is remember
why you are together
in the first place,
and you get through
the rough times" - Ringo Starr
26-NOV-2008
Architecture...
I am fascinated by architecture since
as far as i can remember
Looking up is something
i really enjoy doing...in silence.
26-NOV-2008
First step in winter, many more to come...
Each year,
the first step in snow
is always special.
Each times it happens
i think of my childhood
and how happy it made me.
I also always had little red boots.
Those are my "fun" boots.
So, walking in the snow is fun.
We never hear the snowflakes
they keep quiet when they fall
Even when they touch the ground...
n.b. the "pink/salmon" colour on the snow
is caused because of a city light and i really
liked the effect on the snow, it was beautiful.
(The "crunch" when we walk, depends a lot on the temperature of the snow,
there are all kinds of snow, i love the fluffy one, when silence is
almost prevalent and yes, i enjoy the "crunch" sounds too, the colder
the weather, the louder the crunch...)
How often...
Do you take time
to enjoy the golden signature
of contrails behind an airplane
while the sun is setting...?
This is just magnificent.
Do you even look up?
Shhhhhhh.... sharing a secret
And a priceless moment of silence...for me.
Below the small red heart, between his fists, in the little V,
is where I love to put my lips, on his solar plexus…
I always kiss the solar plexus of the man I love…
If I don’t kiss that little magic spot… I am simply not in love :).
Place your hands just below your sternum.
Feel the rise and fall of the breath of life.
This is the place our hands naturally fly to sometimes.
Close your eyes and take a deep breath
This is where those butterflies are...
What you are feeling
has more to do with your energy body
than it does with your biological one.
I love that little spot because
i love YOU xxx who ever you will or might be...
Oh...and why the little red heart?
Ehm....because he wanted, then, for me to see HIS heart
- - -
But
Like the waves on the ocean
this wave died on the shore
Over a decade ago...
Sunset tender whispers...
Encore cette heure
où la lumière est sublime et magique
mon heure préférée...
23-APR-2008
Inviter la paix de l'esprit
Être en paix
C'est se sentir libre et paisible
Peu importe où nous sommes...
Et quand à l'horizon le ciel épouse la terre
c'est le bonheur.
18-APR-2008
le coeur, l'âme, l'esprit et le corps.
Février 2008
Behind the sounds of silence
Derrière les murmures du silence
The world I see...quand j'ouvre les yeux
The last....stone.
Strangely, the last thing that belongs to us,
that is, at one point "new"
and that we will...most likely never see.
Unless we do our own shopping which is not
something i will ever do...
because, ultimately, I do not really
understand the need for such a stone.
The egyptians saw this in a different way though
and i am glad they did ;-).
29-SEP-2007
A lesson with...
the moon.
While driving on the highway...
6 septembre...
Heureux anniversaire maman...
Maman...je pense à toi.
Je sais combien tu aimais les balades sur le lac...
Tu es prisonnière de ton corps et de tes peurs depuis si longtemps
Je t'imagine libre
Quand tu glissais sur l'eau, rêveuse de l'horizon
Je me souviens du bruit que font les rames contre le bois de l'embarcation
Tes mouvements gracieux à chacun de tes coups de pagaie
comme je te trouvais belle
avec tes allures de Romy Schneider
J'étais petite, le fond noir de l'eau m'effrayait
autant qu'il me fascinait
j'agrippais le rebord du bateau
mes yeux reflétaient le chatoiement des flots
Pour me rassurer
je laissais le soleil me caresser le visage
assise au fond de cette barque
mon corps au creux de tes douces jambes
dont je sentais la peau
parce que quelques boutons
de ta longue robe soleil
étaient détachés
Jeter par-dessus bord l'eau qui se réchauffait
devenait un jeu
que machinalement je faisais
J'avais peur
mais pas autant que j'étais émerveillée
de flotter sur l'eau
seule
avec ma mère.
Je t'aime.
Autant que tu étais belle
Autant que tu avais le goût de l'eau
Je t'aurais tellement voulu
libre
maman...
* *
Ce texte était si naturel à écrire.
Je n'ai eu qu'à fermer les yeux
quand j'ai fait la photo de cette barque
et voilà, les mots s'enchaînaient au souvenir des émotions.
J'ai encore l'affiche format géant...
* *
Adieu Luciano
Luciano Pavarotti, Cavaliere di Gran Croce OMRI
12 Ottobre 1935 – 6 Settembre 2007 -- 71 anni
31-JUL-2007
The notes
For a moment
had the sound of silence...
Messager d'un matin...
Un papillon de nuit
Charmé
Par la beauté de l'aube
Je l'ai trouvé
Immobile sur la glace
de ma fenêtre
Alors que tous les yeux
étaient encore clos
et les sons du matin qu'un soupir
Attendrie
J'ai ouvert la fenêtre
Et lui ai dit...retrouve ta liberté
(I really liked that little night butterfly...and he amazed me.
I took this "last" image of him just before running to work and
giving him his freedom back again, he was just there in silence,
i imagined he was in awe in front of the new dawn
and perhaps was sad also, feeling like a prisoner,
making a prayer to be free again...
His wish was granted
i opened the window...)
The Enchantment...
C'est le printemps
et il y a quelques inondations
ça et là...
My window says hi to spring
The cool air sneaks into the room
Birds are busy hiding in the still naked trees
My feet are cold
But tranquil in the shadow
From a distance
The breeze carries
Sounds
of a purring metallic bird
Shielding me
The time of an illusion
Away from reality
Light caresses
On the blue of the sky
My thoughts are drifting
First blossom’s petals
In that ocean of blue
Sounds of delicate finger touches
In a piano symphony performance
Vague envies of candidness
A smooth flowing dance
Captures my spirit
Better tomorrows
Are perhaps yet
To come my way
I tasted
Freedom
For a moment…
Quai des brumes
Écossant le temps
D’un matin doux de brouillard
Des volutes de langueur
S’évadent de nos yeux
Murmures des regards intimes
Qui se posent sur la vie
Effleurant la petite mort
Celle qui se respire à délicates doses
Après l’amour
Un collier de suaves vertiges
Qu’on égraine à mi conscience
Dans l’élan flottant
Des nuages peints quasi immobiles
Une vague de volupté
Nous lèche les parois du coeur
Et chatouille à voix basse
L’esprit du promeneur solitaire
S’abreuvant secrètement de nous
Étoile filante des hommes de jour
Secret
de coquillage...
Il y a une chose de bien avec le vent,
il sait toujours ou il va.
Il suffit de le suivre...
Un soir de sanctuaire
Souvernir subtil d’un ancien lieu familier
Il m’offrit le fruit de la fleur de pommier
Et deux roses blanches et bleues
Aux petales vivant dans le vent
Un passage tendresse
Une extraction de normal
Une tempête de neige
qui fait tourner en rond
et ramene au point de depart
Je suis reconnaissante
pour tous ces petits moments
Qui vont et qui viennent
De partout et de nulle part.
La beaut?du temps
C'est si grand...que je m'y perds
Ses 101 visages...
La petite cabane aux 101 visages
Celle de mes matins vers le boulot
Perdue dans son monde des blancs d'hiver
Elle nuance mes émotions
Le temps d'un bref passage
Souvent à l'aurore
01-JAN-2007
New Light for 2007 - Trouvez le coeur...
Ma première image
à l'aube d'une nouvelle année
remplie d'espoir et de rêves
Par cette image
je renforce encore l'idée
que nous détenons la vie entre nos mains
et un peu celle des autres...
La lumière...celle que nous projetons
L'oeuf pour la vie que nous chérissons
Les douces pétales pour l'éclosion continue
Ma main pour...nous les êtres humain
La forme de coeur pour nous rappeler que nous sommes toujours vivants
Notre lentille, un reflet de notre âme...
Aujourd'hui, c'est le premier jour du reste de ma vie.
My first image
At early hours of a new year
Filled with hope and dreams
With this image
i wanted to reinforce the idea
that we hold life in our hands
and... a bit of the one of others
The light for the one we project
The egg for the life we cherish
Soft petals for renewed birth of life
My hand for...us human beings
The heart shape as a reminder we are still alive
Our lenses...a reflexion of our soul...
Today is the first day of the rest of my life...
and for the new year wishes:
http://www.pbase.com/image/72366028
Verbatim
Yeux fermés
Sur la poussiére
Qui s’élève
Résistance
Sur pied
Cage dans l’oeil du tourbillon
Naissant de la fenêtre
Qui s’ouvre et se ferme
Passionément changeante
Telle la lumière magnifiée
Du vitrail aux nuances
Au fil des jours qui viennet et vont
Des histoires à lire
À apprendre
A délaisser
Abstraite force sauvage
Qui se déploie tranquille
Face au destin païen
Plaisirs prémédités
Monologue des souvenirs
Aux couleurs de l’ultramarine
Envies de satiété
Dualités des désirs à ne pas assouvir
L’émoi de ne plus pouvoir se surprendre
Tricoter des pinceaux pour faire la cour
Aux nuages aux étoiles au vent
Et aux lacs Moraine de ce monde
Et encore Inviter
le baiser inaugural
Pour arrêter le temps
Qui ne s’arrête pas...
A travers les bourgeons de la plénitude
Qui au bout des années lumières
Passe maintes fois pour inatteignable
16 dec - 09h30 du mat.
SATURDAY december 16th, will i ever learn...
It is this kind of morning
where the sunshine
is hiding in a shadow
Look how dark is the sky in the horizon
i told him...
Then you think you are happy
But
It was just a master
playing an illusion
The notes are always beautiful
The song always persuasive...
Just got back from the airport
Something felt not right since last night
and, ultimately, it was not
Suddenly
the silence got heavy and
the road just got too long
Again
A pearl of ice
rolled down my cheek
Ça me raccourcit les ailes des trucs comme ça
Will i ever learn...
01 décembre 2006
Pluie givrée
La glace naquit
De la pluie embrassant la nuit
Éphémère prison de cristal
Ice was born
From the rain kissing the night
Ephemeral prison of crystal
Octobre 2006
J'ai sautill?d'un piquet ?l'autre...
Ten minutes from home
by car.... Pre-D40x era...
Une rangée de petits soldats de bois dormant qui regarde une forêt de bois vivant...
Novembre...11
Some dates are more sad than others
The temperature today, around 3 Celsius
The weather, grey November
With a sound of rain
In the passing streets
Rouge sang
Celui qui gonfle
Encore trop de rivières
Premier frimas
Il est tôt
C'est presque la nuit encore
Demain l'heure aura changé
Premier frimas de la saison
Un effet de jaillissement
Sur des rayons du matin
Elle est bien jolie ma Nelly
Avec cette explosion de poussière d'or
De l'aurore...
Au coeur du temps
In the heart of the moment
Le vieil arbre nous révèle son âge
À travers ses sillons de vie
First wheels material...
Derrière le soleil d'octobre
Se cache l'ombre
Et l’émoi des longs soirs
Du froissement des feuilles
Aux feux dans la cheminée
Parfums de bois qui brûle
Et tressaillements
Tes doigts effleurent mon épaule
Et le silence raconte
Déjà la nuit
Qui se dessine douce et belle
30 sept 2006
Can you still hear the silence... I can.
On my way to work, or on my way back home, i always enjoy the road because the scenery changes all the time. I see, when i look around, faces of unhappyness, they seem preoccupied or annoyed people mostly but on rare occasions, i see a smiling face in a stopped car because of the "rush hour" traffic and i say to myself, that person perhaps sees what i see. She lives life and i continue smiling too...
Gros bémol sur cette photo bucolique. // Une catastrophe s'est produite aujourd'hui, un viaduc à Laval a cédé sous le poids des véhicules. Je dois traverser aussi des viaducs et des ponts, tous les jours, je quitte mes belles Laurentides pour Laval. Chaque matin, sur le pont Gédéon qui enjambe la rivière, quand je me retrouve coincée et immobile sur celui-ci, j'ai un malaise. Une sorte de lumière rouge du 6e sens m'habite à chaque fois. Mon automobile sautille alors que je suis immobile. Je n'aime pas et j'aimerai encore moins maintenant!!! Nous devenons de plus en plus un pays digne du tiers monde! Bientôt, il faudra changer l'expression tiers monde et redéfénir tiers monde, où en sont les véritables frontières? Nous vivons le tiers monde mais de façon insoupçonnée et hypocrite et puisqu'on a réussi à y mettre un nom..., c'est devenu acceptable et accepté. Je pense à notre système de santé, à nos valeurs sociales, au somnambulisme de nos dirigeants, à l'immobilisme de la population, on accepte de se faire prendre en otage... Mais pourquoi? Même s'ils ne sont qu'une poignée, environ 25 personnes, qui détiennent tous les pouvoirs de la planète entière, il ne faut pas "accepter" d'être malmenés, il ne faut pas accepter les illusions sucrées, il ne faut pas nécessairement se fondre à la masse, c'est la bio-diversité qui contribue à l'évolution mais il y a aussi des limites naturelles... Aller contre nature et forcer ce qui ne doit pas l'être est fort souvent une erreur...
Heaven
Hum ~ I wonder what it tastes like... I had my two feet solid on the ground when i took that picture of this amazing cloud. It almost followed me home! I had to say goodbye to the cloud in the rearview mirror of my little Nelly (Nelly is the name of my car ;-)- Ciao to you too!
Yin trying to balance Yang,,,
It is the end of a working day. I usually just do like all the others, and my car goes with the flow. This is the access to the ramp to the highway i normally take 5 days a week heading home. Everyday i want to stop and go in that small garden of rocks. There is something Zen about this concrete rock garden, difficult to explain. There is no parking place to go there, there is no real safe way to go there, nobody is supposed to be there... But that does not stop me. I want to just go touch the rocks and spend a moment, in the middle of early august urban orderly chaos. These pieces of mountain or canyons were once surrounded by god knows what. Now, they are witnesses of traffic, seasons and indifference. Yesterday, I stopped and walked near them. Touched them and sat for a little moment on them. I was amused and happy. The car drivers must have wondered what i was doing there... I just created another bubble of joy for myself and i love to collect those bubbles.
p.s. The little red dot on the second rock...is my little digital cam pouch lol, i had to leave a mark ;-).
I will wait for you...
Il lui a dit
Je t'attendrai ce soir...