Closer to the Wind

@rivermusic

Variations on themes of Nature, Inner Peace and Interconnection. And the Winged Ones. Everything I share here is properly sourced and SFW. Please also follow @riverwindphotography for my original nature photography and gifs sharing the beauty of the Rocky Mountain West, Pacific Northwest, and the northeastern US. Thank you!~~ Peace~~ rivermusic and skye Member: LandscapeExposureNetwork on Tumblr

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Rudolph Ruzicka（Czech/American, 1883-1978）

A View of Walden Pond, Near Concord, Massachusetts 1926 woodcut on paper 13.65 × 9.05 cm via more

mythologyofblue

How can I number the worlds to which the eye gives me entry? - the world of light, of colour, of shape, of shadow: of mathematical precision in the snowflake, the ice formation, the quartz crystal, the patterns of stamen and petal: of rhythm in the fluid curve and plunging line of the mountain faces. Why some blocks of stone, hacked into violent and tortured shapes, should so profoundly tranquillise the mind I do not know.

Perhaps the eye imposes its own rhythm on what is only a confusion: one has to look creatively to see this mass of rock as more than jag and pinnacle - as beauty. Else why did men for so many centuries think mountains repulsive? A certain kind of consciousness interacts with the mountain-forms to create this sense of beauty. Yet the forms must be there for the eye to see. And forms of a certain distinction: mere dollops won't do it.

It is, as with all creation, matter impregnated with mind: but the resultant issue is a living spirit, a glow in the consciousness, that perishes when the glow is dead. It is something snatched from non-being, that shadow which creeps in on us continuously and can be held off by continuous creative act. So, simply to look on anything, such as a mountain, with the love that penetrates to its essence, is to widen the domain of being in the vastness of non-being. Man has no other reason for his existence.

-Nan Shepherd, The Living Mountain

spacey3d

Common Eastern Bumble Bee (Bombus impatiens)

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Sarah Seddon（British）

DRAGONFLY Etching with Aquatint 19.5cm x 20cm via

woodlandtrust

'and a tree', by Kate Wakeling

and a tree is a promise safe-kept by a seed, and a tree is a dance that is swung by the breeze, and a tree is an engine spinning only on air and water and light; nothing lost, nothing spare, and a tree is a king who is topped with a crown, (and a tree never once loses touch with the ground) and a tree is a home with numberless doors, and a tree is a world for an ant to explore, and a tree is a gift (for a tree is a lung) and a tree is a song that is whispered and sung by the bees and the birds, and in rustles and creaks, yes, a tree is a song that is sung without words, and a tree is a lesson in the meaning of roots, and how out of the mud swell the sweetest of fruits, and a tree is a story of hope and repair, or perhaps more a question; a wish or a prayer, for a tree (plus a tree) shows us how we might share, and when we should grow and when we should sleep and what we could lose and what we must keep.