| she is made up of depths even the ocean couldn’t fathom |
– Jessica Katoff
I wandered by the lake one afternoon, amongst the tall trees and lush, green grass. The air was cool. A soft breeze drifted past my cheek and gently touched my hair. Through the moment I observed such peace and serenity that I lingered there for a while to watch, listen, and feel the beauty of the surrounding land. Almost at once everything seemed to pause in anticipation. Nature was preparing for a grand crescendo of glory. Nature’s symphony first movement began with lively songs of birds echoing across the water, the tall gum trees swayed along with the gentle breeze. The sunlight played with daring colours over the canvas of the sky. As the second movement began the breeze settled gently and made the water clear as glass. Clouds danced their waltz in pastel colours upon the mirror of sky and water. The third movement belonged to the birds. Gracefully, they gave their solos, gliding upon the reflections of the sky. All the while this played on; shadows began to grow amongst the trees, telling of the coming dusk. Yet, nature’s symphony had one final movement to play. And with a final triumphant display of light and glory, the sun shone radiantly with all of its beauty and strength. The last light sparkled and flickered through the gum tree’s leaves as the sun was pulled behind the mountains. Nature’s symphony had concluded and gave itself over to the dusk. The symphony of nature was a symphony of beauty.
Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
‘Into each life some rain must fall’
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
It is breathtaking how much the soul can be filled by the beauty of a simple rose. I happened upon this pale, yellow rose in my Mother’s rose garden. The simple surprise of finding this beautiful flower filled my soul with such beauty and it eased the heaviness I felt about life. Life often brings some ugly moments when your mind and soul are weighed down by the burdens of life. A simple rose became a reminder to pause and reflect on my perspective toward life’s circumstances and rather than being weighed down by life, endeavour to find the beauty in the simple things, the everyday happenings of life.
“Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful;
for beauty is God’s handwriting – a wayside sacrament.
Welcome it in every fair face, in every fair sky, in every fair flower,
and thank God for it as a cup of blessing.”
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
‘The earth has music for those who listen.’
~ George Santayana
‘Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it,
casts the shadow of our burden behind us’
Lo! I am come to autumn, When all the leaves are gold;
~ G.K. Chesterton
Lo! farewell to the autumn, winter now brings the cold;
~ Nina Joan
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
From ‘The Lake Isle of Innisfree’
~ William Butler Yeats
“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.”
~The Ode from ‘For the Fallen’
100 Years of ANZAC
(Australia and New Zealand Army Corps)
“… the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown …”
~ John Keats
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”
~ Douglas Adams
‘I must have flowers, always, and always’
~ Claude Monet
I saw the beauty go,
The beauty that, in a stream,
Flowed through the breadth of the land
Like the fenceless foot of a dream.
There is a beautiful lake not far from where I live, a piece of heaven amongst the suburbs and city life. At this lake, the view looks straight to the glorious mountains and rolling hills. I arrived after the sun had gone but the colours of dusk continued to settle on the land beneath. Surrounding me were sounds of water lapping alongside the land, birds flying to their resting place, and my favourite, nature’s silence. It is these things which photography cannot capture but reminds of the memory of a time which has passed and touched us in some way.