a colorful week

Upon reflection



it was an incredibly colorful week



which you'd expect when you hang with gardeners





but i was thinking more of this



and this



but even there you'll see some fantastic things





merely getting around was colorful



and often painterly



there were some blues Miles Davis could have worked with





and some blues that were yellow (don't wanna know why)



some yellow quite mellow



But often the most colorful moments were those with the bugs



like this extremely green thing



or this huge one -who had an orange mouth, which i slightly envy



but as is often the case, red-hot red was hottest

dusk to dusk

it was around dusk



and dusk changes things, doesn't it, it mixes things



and forests become branches



and branches become waves



and bushes become fire



and silver turns to gold



and birches start playing tag



and clouds get all grassy



and grass turns white



and homes are made of sky

the dark month

Sounds like a really long Batman film, doesn't it? The dark month. But it has begun, sun is about to die only to be reborn a few days later, and so far, the dark has been delicious

November waits

Undoubtedly, there's beauty to November. The ever increasing contrast, for example, between the stripped wet branches and increasingly cold grey sky, can be quite startling, and as such quite pretty. But god does this weather suck, and man, does the constant grey affect my mood. It's time for either snow or sun, not this, what they call in Shadowland, 'waiting room of a world'.

cloud pointing birds the way

caught lightning

It was electrifying



more here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/7760788@N05/sets/72157624344252761/show/

and video:

environments from Kalamata

beholders

Twice this week i saw exceptionally beautiful eyes -two on the floor



and one in the sky

Digital Single Lens Reflections

Through the mirror of my mind, last night must have been a reflective evening, if i look at the photo's i took. Or wait, when it's outside reflections you notice afterwards, are you then only reflective post-reflection? For where i was aware of shooting reflections, i hadn't reflected the theme was reflection, so i wasn't reflective of reflection, and certainly didn't reflect on current reflection on the nature of reflectiveness, be it literal of figurative.

So i wasn't reflective, but the pictures were, and in retroflect, this makes me reflective?

thunderstorm to the rescue

on dykes and foot

Travelled to a dyke -which in Holland can take you anywhere from a second (when you live on one) to a full 10 minutes (when you live in the highlands, i.e. anything marginally above water level). It was a very well-rounded trip, in that i got back again, and the dyke was both new

and old



and where i was only walking, dude to my right was jogging with the enthusiasm of a second week diet



and crazy dog to my left sprinting and leaping with the joy of having a plastic bottle in her mouth



and the reet was dancing



but the navigator of the submarine got fired -no dykes allowed in the navy