Why is it when we think about God we always look up. If God is everywhere we do not need to look up. But nevertheless, it is nice to look up. If I was God I guess I would hang out in the clouds.
This is only tree bark but there is something so nice about it. What is it that makes things beautiful. I wonder if the tree knows. Funny thing is a tree does not have any eyes.
I wonder if these flowers know what they are doing. They have positioned themselves into a beautiful form, but the question is did they do it on purpose?
Anyone who thinks plants don’t have a social life have not seen a room full of orchids. They are all chatting and showing off to the visitors. Vanity, vanity thy name is orchard.
What a blessed mixture of emotions, confusions and understandings we are. Mankind is a real mystery. We love, we hate, we wonder we talk and laugh etc. etc. What the h__ is going on here?
If one were to look for an alien invaders, trees would suffice. They are in a world of their own. I wish I could listen in on their conversations. I wonder if they would look down on us for being so crazy.
Looking at this fern soaking up the sunshine is a beautiful thing. There is a relationship between production and beauty. Things that work well are beautiful. When I am unemployed I don’t feel beautiful. I guess I better get back to work.
Things are different but they all like to communicate.
Imagine being a squirrel and this was your home.
Everyone know that humans are superior to trees. But hang on a second. Trees have been around longer, they are taller, they live longer, they are more useful. I wonder if they think they are superior to me. I wonder if they are even aware that I exist. They do make me feel awfully small. I got to get back to work so I can pay my rent.
Under the cloud someone is getting drenched. I am a few miles away and I am having a peaceful twilight time. I wonder if he is thinking the world is a rainy place? Or is he thinking about his bad luck? There sure are a lot of unanswered questions in life.
If I was an artist and wanted to make something as beautiful as this I would just give up. How could any artist make something like this. In the history of the world nobody has ever made anything like this.
I know it is just a cloud but there is something very intriguing about how the light plays off the back of the cloud and makes beams. For some reason this cloud comes to life. It has some extra significance that other cloud pictures don’t have. I don’t think there is any thing special about this cloud but my mind makes it special. Why do I do that?
If someone on another planet was to observe Earth, would they see intelligent life? The problem is there is a lot of space and we are so small, how would they ever see us. Perhaps the only thing they would see are clouds and conclude there was not intelligent life on this planet.
These clouds at first glance look like ordinary clouds but if you look carefully each one is different and each one has a very short but interesting life. These clouds are most likely related to each other and have much in common, yet I have no idea what their lives are really all about. When I look at people it is not much different really.
People walk out on this pier and stare at the ocean. Then they walk back and try to deal with their complex life. People are born then they die. The sun comes up and the sun goes down. The tide comes in and the tide goes out. Am I missing something here?
“Cliché” noun a phrase or opinion that is overused and betrays a lack of original thought. I think all sunsets have a cliché issue. But I keep putting them up thinking someone will like it. What is it about sunsets that everyone goes “Wow!” When I was teaching Art I warned my students about clichés. Now here I am putting one up and explaining to you that it is a cliché. I hope my students never see this. I also hope you say “Wow!”
The horizon is a long way away but the ocean goes for another thousand miles after that. The next continent is 24 hours away by plane. To get to the Moon takes about a week and Mars is months away. I don’t think anyone will ever get to the next galaxy and the end of the universe is moving away at the speed of light. Actually the horizon is not that far way when I think about it. But I don’t think I should mention all this to the ants on the ground.
You know it is amazing how nothing stays the same for very long. This cloud which kinda looks like a bird, changed a moment after I took the picture. It is gone forever. When I was in school it seemed like I would be in school for a hundred years. Then when my kids were going to school it seemed like they would be there forever. Now that is all gone and I am in another moment and I am sure it will also be gone soon. What the heck are we doing here anyway?
Its sorta sad when the sun leaves. The night sneaks in and the the darkness takes over. Bad things can happen in the night. But if there was no night then the day would be a bit of a bore and everybody would be tired. Actually a good nights sleep is not so bad really. I guess I have something to look forward to in the morning. Mostly my coffee.
When I walk out of my room I see the house, when I walk out of the house I see the yard, when I walk into town I see the big buildings, Then when I look at the sky I realise how small I have been thinking. What is out beyond the sky?. Then I realise I am living in a mystery. I am not even sure what is under my bed.
Sometimes the simplest things are the most beautiful.
Imagine being a squirrel and having a home like this. Better than any movie star’s house.
I feel small looking up at this big old tree. Now I know how a mouse must feel when he looks up at me.
This was a perfect day on Planet Earth. At least where I was. But that is probably not true everywhere. There was chaos in Washington, Paris, Sydney, Tokyo, Moscow, etc. etc. Wouldn’t it be nice if everything could just be perfect.
Does anyone know why I think this is beautiful?
“On a wing and a prayer” describes doing something difficult or dangerous while relying on divine help or luck. Maybe call me an atheists but I rather have 2 wings. Although I must admit I have been saved by a Godsend a few times.
I walk under this tree several times a week and never notice what is going on up there. I am sure there are all kinds of bugs, birds and squirrels all very busily going about their business. I don’t think they are aware of me and my problems. I think the tree must have some problems it is trying to deal with. Problems and solutions: is that what life is all about?
What would happen if a Father and Daughter got separated when the child was young and they accidentally met on a walk and somehow they recognized each other. A picture is worth a thousand words.
Sometimes when I go to the beach I feel like I am looking for someone. Someone I don’t even know. Although the beach is so beautiful it just seems like something is missing if you are alone.
Its sad how we get lost in our own thoughts and miss being there with others. I think in this picture the only ones who are aware of what is going on are the two dogs.
When I grew up I lived on a beach in Hawaii and I would often go for a long walk and when I got tired and turned around to go home I would realize I had a long walk home. Now that I am older and seem to be on a spiritual journey I am remined of the times when I was tired and realized I had a long walk home.
Art is a funny thing. I have been trying to put my finger on it for years. What makes a image “work”? This is just a silly picture of a beach but there is something about it that holds my attention. I asked Erica about it and she said it is because the sky is going out and the waves are coming in. I am not sure that is the reason, but why not. I guess in the end it does not matter why; it is just interesting. Trying to figure Art out is like trying to figure out God.…
When it comes to a cold walk or hot soup there is no contest.
Its a big world and if you lose someone it will be really hard to find them again.
Sometimes reality seem a bit tilted and I wonder if it is actually real.
One of those sunsets that you hope will never end … but they are gone in minutes.
What a day.
Sometimes when I am watching a movie I get lost and don’t understand what is going on. The problem is sometimes I feel like that in life; and that is a real problem.
Have you every thought about people who race their boats? They end up in the same place they started at the end of the race. What is the point? Kinda feels like life. What is the point?
It is amazing how small a body looks in the distance, yet the mind can have the whole sky.
Sometimes ordinary things can look so amazing.
It was a windy day in Hawaii a few years ago and I notice these guys having coffee. I thought to myself this is a great place for a coffee break. In fact it is a great place to sit around all day, maybe all week.
I don’t think flowers had us in mind when they decided to become so beautiful, but it seems to have worked out for the best.
Sometimes the simple thing are the most beautiful
Makes me want to just walk out on the water and walk to Hawaii.
It is kinda interesting how people tend to think about yesterday and tomorrow and miss the now. I suppose the problem is no one really know what now is. It is that infinitely small sliver of time between the past and the future. We are sad about the past and worried about the future. What a mess.
I was walking along the beach one day and was invited in for a chat.
I don’t know what it is about this photo that I like. It breaks all the design rules yet there is something intriguing about it.
I have a love hate relationship with Malborne. The best thing is the coffee. The rest is ok… It kinda looks nice from here…but it is not Hawaii.
Beauty is everywhere. Sometimes I forget to look.
If you are an old person you may remember the TV series Victory At Sea.
It’s just a sunset but man does it make you wonder about life.
A nice time of the day
The end of the day marks the beginning of the evening. As they say, “The night is young.”
Remember that song, “Another day older and deeper in debt.” Its true…another day older and deeper in debt. Kinda makes you wonder what is it all about?
Looks like there maybe a way outta here.
This guy was walking along thinking about all his problems and God suddenly appeared but he did not even notice.
What is it about a beach that is so attractive? No matter where you go in the world and find a beach there is something so nice about it. Is it the colours, the warm sand the water? It is like beauty, everyone agrees that something is beautiful but no one know why. Or like “life” everyone know they are alive but they don’t know why.
This looks amazing but in a few minutes the sun will go down and it will get dark and cold and she will go home to her family who are all having problems in life and tomorrow she will be back at her boring job. I hate to have to tell you this… actually I just made it all up. I have no idea what is on her mind.
I can’t think of anything to say about this.
This bird must have something on his mind like lunch or going to the bank or meeting his girlfriend but I have no idea what it is. He looks like he has something important to do but I don’t think I will ever know why he looks so intense. Its kinda sad that our thoughts are so private, nobody know what the other person is thinking. It would be nice to have a quick chat, but I think this bird is too busy to ever talk to me.
I am amazed at how much people can talk without actually saying anything important. I bet these guys are talking about how nice it is. When do we ever talk about important stuff? Now that I think about it … what is important? Maybe just talking is important and what you talk about is not so important. That’s nice.
The beach, the beach, the beach… what can I say?
Either someone up there is upset about something or the aliens are invading.
I have mixed feelings about chaos.
The earth looks really big, but when you look at the Earth compared to the sun, the Earth looks small. When you compare the Sun to the galaxy, the Sun looks small. When you compare the galaxy to the universe, the galaxy looks really small. So where does that leave me? At least I can think about all of it and wonder what the hell is going on here.
Since I read the Chronicles of Narnia I have kept an eye out for the Lamp Post thinking I would be able to have a chat with Aslan. I found this post which seemed pretty cool but not much happened.
There is just something cool about sky and space and the space defined by clouds. It seem like a space you could go to and actually hang out. Maybe I have aspirations to be an angel someday. I better lift my game.
There is something so infinite about the ocean. Its kinda like time. It goes on forever in both directions.
You have to admit, someone around here is a pretty good artist.
Nothing wrong with building castles in the sky.
Matter, Energy, Space and Time and some very cold swimmers. I would rather be in front of a warm fire sipping a hot coffee.
Imagine being able to fly.
There is a serious storm about to hit and these people are sitting on the beach like it was a sunny day. Is this the story of all mankind or just Australia?
It looks like this guy is “Contemplating the Meaning of Life” but who knows what he is thinking. It is kinda sad that we don’t know each others thoughts. But maybe it is a good thing. I wonder what he is thinking about.
Is it better to get a job in an office and make money or is it better to know how to fish?
Looking at the big world makes one seem very small, but I can imagine all the way to the end of the universe and think about before time. So that kinda makes me pretty big. At least I think so.
I am glad it is only my imagination but this looks like the end of the world.
I have often wondered what my purpose in Life is. I have to admit I am a bit confused about that. That makes me wonder if flowers have a purpose and if they know what it is or do they wonder about it like I do.
I look at people like this and wonder what they are thinking about. I know they have a whole universe inside their little head and its a lonely thought that I will never know what they are thinking. I guess I should appreciate the friends and family I have and stay in better communication with them. I wonder if they ever wonder what I am thinking about. Probably not.
Sometimes I feel like I need to get off this planet and go someplace different. I come to this Launch Pad and wait, but so far no luck.
When I get out of the house and go for a walk I usually feel better. Interesting.
There is something about being a bird and just being able to fly away that symbolises freedom. I am not exactly sure what I would have to be, do or have to feel I had achieved a state of Freedom. Maybe I should talk it over with a seagull sometime.
Nature has a way of doing the most amazing things with colour harmony. No one is better than nature when it comes to Art.
You know how a friendly dog can come up to you and wag his tail and be both interested in you and also seek your attention, well this flower kinda reminds me of that. There seems to be a common thread amongst living beings.
These days come and go so fast. Why can’t everyday be like this?
This kinda day goes so fast. Summer comes and goes and the years go by. But the times at the beach are forever. You can’t have time without nature.
Abundance is good.
Have you ever walked by a pack of puppies and they all jump up and show their eagerness to be your friend? Well that is what these flowers are doing. But you don’t have to pick up after them like you do with dogs.
I don’t know if it is my imagination but these flowers look like kids in a playground having a great time. Maybe we don’t realize that plants are alive too.
I took this photo mid summer and now I am writing this in mid winter. Summer looks so much better in the winter. I think that is true of a lot of things.
Its kinda funny that in a million years from now no one will care what day this was.
Just down the coast is where I live but the city feels like home.
Once in a while ii stops raining in Melbourne!
I can’t go to work on a day like this. Sorry, I just can’t do it.
Its funny how if you are in a big huge space you feel alone unless you have someone with you. I guess that’s what friends are for.
Once in a while you find something special.
The bark of these Australian trees is so beautiful. Most of the time I just walk by and don’t notice anything. I guess I do that with most people too. I have to start hugging more trees and more people.
At the end of the day I often look back and think about how much I did not do. I know that is bad but I do it. The good news is by the next day I forget about it and the day before seems pretty good.
Do you ever get the feeling someone up there is keeping an eye on us. I don’t know if I should feel happy or sad about that. Probably it is my mom, she was always disappointed with my chores.
Have you ever had a holiday you never forget. This is a photo of one of those days. I am glad I have this photo because it reminds me of that day.
Its nice to be the same and its nice to be different. If we were not different then we could not be the same. If you get my drift.
I wonder if flowers have the same insecurities I felt in High School. I was around friends but always felt awkward. I wonder if flowers have friends in the garden and I wonder if they have arguments and other silly problems. Maybe I would have been better off being a flower. But it’s kinda crazy because I also think the flower wishes it could be a photographer. Its a problem.
This is just a flower but as I sit here looking at it I am deeply moved by the exquisite beauty. Of course I can’t just enjoy it I have to start the thinking process as to why it beautiful. What is beauty? Who made it beautiful? Why do I think it is beautiful? For that matter why did my Mom think I was beautiful? Don’t worry, these are just rhetorical questions.
Its weird how a small human being can conceive of the whole universe and consider what happened since the beginning of time to the present. Who would have suspected this person walking along the beach was thinking about the whole universe and worrying about what will happen when the sun explodes in a few billion years.
When the sun is about to set and I realize that the day is over and I am not going to accomplish what I wanted to do that day I feel sad. Its funny how at the start of the day I think I will get alot done but by sunset I have to acknowledge that it is not going to happen. Oh well there’s always tomorrow. Got to run.
Tree bark is usually not very interesting but this looks like some kind of writing. It made me recall the expression “Writing on the wall” which means something is pretty inevitable. I am not sure what the tree is trying to say. Am I missing something?