NEVER THE SAME

The view from my veranda over the valley and the little stream that flows through it is never the same.

The Cumulus clouds building themselves up form an amazing background for the black silhouette of the gum trees in the distance.

Quickly changing colors and clouds formations make this a special treat for the eyes that I have enjoyed many times with a cup of coffee or wine and my camera.

An African Thunderstorm preparing itself is like a mystical and sacred moment.

It cleanses not only the air and earth but the soul as well

RAINY DAYS

The last four days there has not been a single ray of sunlight.
That is a long time in Africa.

And here in this picture you can really feel the rain on your skin - if you try.

it's very wet, damp and muddy everywhere

but blessed be the colors

 a generous feast for an artist's eye. 

NIGHT JASMINE

Botticellis's Clouds

I was very lucky to be in  the right place at the right time to see the clouds of Botticelli's paintings.A couple of days ago I saw them right in front of my eyes on a stormy African afternoon. I am a lucky soul because I love Botticelli and I love clouds.

This was a sky like in a picture book with a renaissance flair to it. Beauty overload. 

This photograph is not digitally enhanced. The curve of clouds had exactly the same orange fiery red color as in the photo.

You can buy my prints in my Etsy shop as well:   Chocolat Negro Recycled Design and Art

Walking In The Garden With My Lover

Walking in the garden with my lover

I was distracted by a rose

My love scolded me saying,

"How could you look at a rose

with my face so close"

Jalaludin Rumi

When you wish to say something that is of importance to you and that comes from your heart - there is a great probabilty that someone has said it already before you in a more beautiful way. May be in a poem.

If this is the case - and since his words can never be your words, just be humble and lower your voice in front of a great storyteller or poet and listen again to what he said.

The power of words come from experience, the wounds of life and the fact that both have been overcome and ectasty, love and joy have been found.

Yesterday a soft warm rain started falling just before the night came. I took some pictures in the last rays of the fading light.

 
When you plant a tree

every leaf that grows will tell you,

what you sow will bear fruit.

So if you have any sense, my friend

don't plant anything but love,

you show your worth by what you seek.

Water flows to those who want purity

wash your hands of all desires and

come to the table of Love

Do you want me to tell you a secret?

The flowers attract the most beautiful lover

with their sweet smile and scent

If you let God weave the verse in your poem

people will read it forever

Jalaludin Rumi

 

The greatest beauty shows itself in simplicity
always has been like that

 

Sending out magic to us

 

If you can't smell the fragance

don't come into the garden of Love.

If you are unwilling to undress

don't enter into the stream of Truth

Stay where you are, don't come our way

Jalaludin Rumi

 

A rain drop kept in place because the flower desires it to stay there.

There was great silence except for the raindrops falling on green leaves. It got darker every second. A magical moment when the rain succeeded in convincing the flowers to open up their petals again and to not go to the sleep yet.

 

I am sharing this moment with these pictures and Rumi's words