So true, how the ships were a bridge to new lands. Such magnificant looking ships too.

Kathleen xx

I showed this picture to my son and his reaction was “what’s with all the windows”. I asked if he saw the boats and he said yes, but chose to focus his attention on what he considered window columns.

When I looked at the pic, my attention was immediately on the clouds.

This picture reminds me to consider the source and pay close attention.

Thank you

This one inspires calmness and endless wonder in me. I love how the pattern of the boat is shaped by the direction of the clouds.

Victoria

The reality is not necessarily the one we see through our eyes.Or at least not always what we see.

Here,in this case, is about psychological perception. Cool picture!

ETERNITY !!!!

Love
Luce

CC

;-)
Nia

Despina

Despina can be reached in two ways, by ship or by camel. The city displays one face to the traveler arriving overland and a different one to him who arrives by sea. When the camel driver sees, at the horizon of the tableland, the pinnacles of the skyscrapers come into view, the radar antennae, the white and red windsocks flapping, the chimneys belching smoke, he thinks of a ship; he knows it is a city, but he thinks of it as a vessel that will take him away from the desert, a windjammer about to cast off, with the breeze already swelling the sails, not yet unfurled, or a steamboat with its boiler vibrating in the iron keel; and he thinks of all the ports the foreign merchandise the cranes unload on the docks, the taverns where crews of different flags break bottles over one another’s heads, the lighted, groundfloor windows, each with a woman combing her hair.

In the coastline’s haze, the sailor discerns the city form of a camel’s withers, an embroidered saddle with glittering fringe between two spotted humps, advancing and swaying; he knows it is a city, but he thinks of it as a camel from whose pack hang wineskins and bags of candied fruit, date wine, tobacco leaves, and already he sees himself at the head of a long caravan taking him away from the desert of the sea, toward oases of fresh water in the palm trees’ jagged shade, toward palaces of thick, whitewashed walls, tiled courts where girls are dancing barefoot, moving their arms, half-hidden by their veils, and half-revealed. Each city receives its form from the desert it opposes; and so the camel driver and the sailor see Despina, a border between two deserts.

from: “The Invisible Cities” by Italo Calvino

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Savita