Moments in Landscape

“We do not remember days, we remember moments.”

Cesare Pavese

Misty Lakeshore

“I don’t ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful.”

Pete Hamill

“I believe the world is incomprehensibly beautiful – an endless prospect of magic and wonder.”

Ansel Adams

The Last Sighs of Winter


“As children, we are very sensitive to nature’s beauty, finding miracles and interesting things everywhere. As we grow up, we tend to forget how beautiful and magnificent the world is. There is magic and wonder for eyes who know how to look with curiosity and love.”


I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

Louis Armstrong

“The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it’s gone.”


Misty River“It was a morning like other mornings and yet perfect among mornings.”

John Steinbeck

A Ride in the Park

Riding into the Sun

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour

William Blake

One in a Million
“I found the poems in the fields, And only wrote them down.”

John Clare

I breathe in…
the fragrance
of love, and moist sand
the one
his roses left
on both my hands

I just keep on breathing
every moment
as much as I can
preserving it, in my body
for the day
it can’t.

Sanober Khan

April Showers

The breath of life is in the sunlight
and the hand of life is in the wind.

Kahlil Gibran

To hear never-heard sounds,
To see never-seen colors and shapes,
To try to understand the imperceptible
Power pervading the world;
To fly and find pure ethereal substances
That are not of matter
But of that invisible soul pervading reality.
To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;
To be a lantern in the darkness
Or an umbrella in a stormy day;
To feel much more than know.
To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain;
To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon;
To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;
To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets
Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching.
To be a smile on the face of a woman
And shine in her memory
As a moment saved without planning.

Dejan Stojanovic

In the Bluebell Wood“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”

Rabindranath Tagore

Loch Assynt

Lord when I look at lovely things which pass,
Under old trees the shadow of young leaves
Dancing to please the wind along the grass,
Or the gold stillness of the August sun on the August sheaves;
Can I believe there is a heavenlier world than this?
And if there is
Will the heart of any everlasting thing
Bring me these dreams that take my breath away?
They come at evening with the home-flying rooks and the scent
of hay,
Over the fields. They come in spring.

Charlotte Mews

Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment.

T.S. Eliot

But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?

William Butler Yeats

On the Still Water

“And she felt as though she had been there, on that bench, for an eternity. For an infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space.”

Gustave Flaubert

A Seat With a View

The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you
Don’t go back to sleep!
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep!
People are going back and forth
across the doorsill where the two worlds touch,
The door is round and open
Don’t go back to sleep!

Jalaluddin Mevlana Rumi

“I saw this moment as attached by threads to eternity and woven between all the other braided moments of my past and my future.” 

Roman Payne

Golden ValleyNature paints not in oils,
but frescoes the great dome of heaven with sunsets,
and the lovely forms of clouds
And flying vapors.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Moonrise over the River

For it is up to you and me
to take solace
in nostalgia’s arms

and our ability
to create 
the everlasting
from fleeting moments.

Sanober Khan

“Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.” 

Robert M. Drake

If the whole world I once could see
On free soil stand, with the people free
Then to the moment might I say,
Linger awhile. . .so fair thou art.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Homelandsome moments are nice, some are
nicer, some are even worth

Charles Bukowski

“The beauty of landscapes was quite clear to me. A background for the soul’s moods.”

Paul Klee

“Do you know how there are moments when the world moves so slowly you can feel your bones shifting, your mind tumbling? When you think that no matter what happens to you for the rest of your life, you will remember every last detail of that one minute forever?” 

Jodi Picoult

“All we get are moments. One at a time, like heartbeats. Once all of them is gone, that’s it. No do-overs. No repeats. Every moment possesses its down kind of magic and what we do with it counts. It counts.”

Autumn Doughton, In This Moment

“It is in the wild places, where the edge of the earth meets the corners of the sky, the human spirit is fed.”

Toxic Landscape

All the wild world is beautiful,
and it matters but little where we go,
to highlands or lowlands, woods or plains…

John Muir

Only a hill: earth set a little higher
above the face of earth: a larger view
Of little fields and roads: a little nigher
to clouds and silence: what is that to you?
Only a hill; but all of life to me,
up there, between the sunset and the sea.

Lift but a hand: the beating of the heart
answers with hope and thrill of conscious force.
Look upward: thought, unhindered, soars apart
in still pursuit upon a loftier course.
Climb but a little hill: you too may find
the clouds ebb surely from your clearer mind

Geoffrey Winthrop Young

When Time Has Stopped

“The sunset was a splendid display. I wondered if it was showing off for my benefit or if it was often that spectacular. Rarely had I seen such a gorgeous scene; the riotous colors flamed out over the sky in shades that I had no words to describe. Birds sang their last songs of the day before tucking in for the night, and still the darkness hung back. Now, I thought, I understand the word “twilight.” It was created for just this time – in this land.”

Janette Oke

“Live for the moments you can’t put into words.”

A Brand New Day

Over there,
in a faraway world,
where the moon so bright
turns darkness into light,
we stand together,
just you and I,
your hand in mine,
so closely intertwined
like ancient roots
of ageing trees
that together grew
into one
over the time…
Never apart,
always as one,
deep inside
the heart of the hearts…

Vanda Ralevska

I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.
Perfect care has made her bleak.

I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild.

Allen Ginsberg

I Cross the Desert

I did not reach Thee
But my feet slip nearer every day
Three Rivers and a Hill to cross
One Desert and a Sea
I shall not count the journey one
When I am telling thee.

Two deserts, but the Year is cold
So that will help the sand
One desert crossed—
The second one
Will feel as cool as land
Sahara is too little price
To pay for thy Right hand.

The Sea comes last—Step merry, feet,
So short we have to go—
To play together we are prone,
But we must labor now,
The last shall be the lightest load
That we have had to draw.

The Sun goes crooked—
That is Night
Before he makes the bend.
We must have passed the Middle Sea—
Almost we wish the End
Were further off—
Too great it seems
So near the Whole to stand.

We step like Plush,
We stand like snow,
The waters murmur new.
Three rivers and the Hill are passed—
Two deserts and the sea!
Now Death usurps my Premium
And gets the look at Thee.

Emily Dickinson

A Little About Me

I am a photographer by heart, with love of silence and solitude, poetry, music and walking. I believe every moment is extraordinary when you feel alive. These days you can mostly find me wandering along the edgelands, borderlands and in undiscovered places looking for all the beauty waiting to be captured.

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