Wonderful picture! I love Monet - I have a copy of one of his pictures over my desk in my workroom (a pond with the water lilies and a bridge above). My daughter and me we just have returned from a bicycle tour and we saw real water lilies on a pond. We discovered that they have three different colours: white, bright pink and dark pink. We made fotos of them.
The symbol of our existence. The three bodies: the roots-the material body, the part in the water-the psychical body and the flower- the spiritual body. Claude Monet a wonderful painter…LOVE, THELMA
Preciosa la transparencia del agua y el reflejo del Cielo azúl.
Dos imágenes: la belleza de la superficie y la belleza de lo reflejado.
Gracias por compartir.
:) Today I decided to go in a green place I like in my town. Last time I’d seen them, they were not in flowers and prolifering. I heard they are acting so, whether someone uproot them.
I can’t tell you how I found it today. There were flowers white and pink, but oh! The water was dirty, untreated. I took a look at the way it was flowing, and considered there were a problem with, though the pond was not really stagnant.
This is a place I’d like to meditate and it’s stinking. Human beings piss and puke in it.
Anyway, I found before a beautiful tree to rest by, close to the water.
But I won’t forget “les nénuphars”.
Thank you Paulo.
Sensation
Par les soirs bleus d’été, j’irai dans les sentiers,
Picoté par les blés, fouler l’herbe menue:
Rêveur, j’en sentirai la fraîcheur à mes pieds.
Je laisserai le vent baigner ma tête nue.
Je ne parlerai pas, je ne penserai rien:
Mais l’amour infini me montera dans l’âme,
Et j’irai loin, bien loin, comme un bohémien,
Par la Nature, heureux comme avec une femme.
Mars 1870.
Arthur Rimbaud.
Through blue summer nights, I will pass along paths,
Pricked by wheat, trampling fine grass:
Dreamer, I will feel the freshness beneath my feet.
I will let the wind bathe my bare head.
I won’t say a thing, I will think nothing:
But boundless love will rise in my soul,
And I’ll go far, very far, like a bohemian,
Within nature, as happily as with a woman.
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Hmm..the water lilies…floating beauty…
Wonderful picture! I love Monet - I have a copy of one of his pictures over my desk in my workroom (a pond with the water lilies and a bridge above). My daughter and me we just have returned from a bicycle tour and we saw real water lilies on a pond. We discovered that they have three different colours: white, bright pink and dark pink. We made fotos of them.
The symbol of our existence. The three bodies: the roots-the material body, the part in the water-the psychical body and the flower- the spiritual body. Claude Monet a wonderful painter…LOVE, THELMA
Great idea
saludos :)
Preciosa la transparencia del agua y el reflejo del Cielo azúl.
Dos imágenes: la belleza de la superficie y la belleza de lo reflejado.
Gracias por compartir.
If I were a flower, I would be a water lilie or a sunflower!
Image of the Day, a nice add to the blog.
Great idea. Image of the day.
Kathleen xxoo
:) Today I decided to go in a green place I like in my town. Last time I’d seen them, they were not in flowers and prolifering. I heard they are acting so, whether someone uproot them.
I can’t tell you how I found it today. There were flowers white and pink, but oh! The water was dirty, untreated. I took a look at the way it was flowing, and considered there were a problem with, though the pond was not really stagnant.
This is a place I’d like to meditate and it’s stinking. Human beings piss and puke in it.
Anyway, I found before a beautiful tree to rest by, close to the water.
But I won’t forget “les nénuphars”.
Thank you Paulo.
Sensation
Par les soirs bleus d’été, j’irai dans les sentiers,
Picoté par les blés, fouler l’herbe menue:
Rêveur, j’en sentirai la fraîcheur à mes pieds.
Je laisserai le vent baigner ma tête nue.
Je ne parlerai pas, je ne penserai rien:
Mais l’amour infini me montera dans l’âme,
Et j’irai loin, bien loin, comme un bohémien,
Par la Nature, heureux comme avec une femme.
Mars 1870.
Arthur Rimbaud.
Through blue summer nights, I will pass along paths,
Pricked by wheat, trampling fine grass:
Dreamer, I will feel the freshness beneath my feet.
I will let the wind bathe my bare head.
I won’t say a thing, I will think nothing:
But boundless love will rise in my soul,
And I’ll go far, very far, like a bohemian,
Within nature, as happily as with a woman.
March 1870.
Arthur Rimbaud.
Beautiful -gentle and open the water lilies -reflecting our beauty .Blessings Tania
Monets work draws me -it is elemental, wild and full of spirits
Claude Monet é sempre Claude Monet.
As bobagens que você escreve são sempre bobagens.