Nina Joan

Category: Inspiration

| wilderness and wet |


| What would the world be, once bereft 

Of wet and wildness? Let them be left,

O let them be left, wildness and wet,

Long live the weeds and the wildness yet |

~Gerard Manley Hopkins, Inversnaid

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| then followed that beautiful season… summer…|


Then followed that beautiful season… Summer….

Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape

Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

| by the banks of the river | 


| by the banks of the river, Condamine |

Warrick, Queensland 

| the road less travelled | 


Stanthorpe, Queensland

| the harbour | 


| a ship is safe in harbor, but that’s not what ships are for | 

~ William G.T. Shedd

| every flower | 

| ‘Tis my faith that every flower

Enjoys the air it breathes! |

~William Wordsworth 

| sometimes things must fade | 


| do not watch the petals fall from the rose with sadness, know that, like life, things sometimes must fade, before they can bloom again | ~ unknown 

| things that matter | 

  
| Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter |

 ~ Martin Luther King Jnr

| and the new sun rose bringing the new year | 


 | and the new sun rose bringing the new year | 

Tennyson 

| the road goes ever on and on |

  
| The Road goes ever on and on,

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can |

~ J. R. R. Tolkien

| when words become unclear |

  
| when words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence |

~ Ansel Adams

| art, the silent one, speaks volumes |

  

| Art, the silent one, speaks volumes|

~ Laurel Gasque

 

the wings of angels

  

| the wings of angels are often found on the backs of the least likely people| ~ Eric Honeycutt

| great things are done when men and mountains meet |

  
 | great things are done when men and mountains meet |

~ William Blake

| all we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us |

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| all we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us |

J. R. R. Tolkien

| she is made up of depths even the ocean couldn’t fathom |

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| she is made up of depths even the ocean couldn’t fathom |

Jessica Katoff

long live the weeds and the wildness yet

 
| What would the world be, once bereft

Of wet and wildness? Let them be left,

O let them be left, wildness and wet,

Long live the weeds and the wildness yet. |

~ Gerard Manley Hopkins

| nature’s symphony |

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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.

Written by

 Nina Joan

let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops

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Let the rain kiss you.

Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.

Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

~ Langston Hughes

 

into each life some rain must fall

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‘Into each life some rain must fall’

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

‘never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful’

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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.

~Nina Joan

“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

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‘The earth has music for those who listen.’

~ George Santayana

hope is like the sun

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‘Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it,

casts the shadow of our burden behind us’

~Samuel Smiles

when all the leaves are gold

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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 hear the lake…

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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

Lest We Forget ~ 100 Years of ANZAC

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“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

 

“… the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown …”

~ John Keats

I may not have gone where I intended to go….

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 “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’

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‘I must have flowers, always, and always’

~ Claude Monet

‘you can only come to the morning through the shadows’

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‘you can only come to the morning through the shadows’

  ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

 

I saw the beauty go

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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.

~Mary Gilmore

dusk

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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.

The Best of 2014

To Read

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“The more that you read,
the more things you will know.
The more that you learn,
the more places you’ll go”

~ Dr. Seuss

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