The Magic of the Cities.

Zen promotes the rediscovery of the obvious, which is so often lost in its familiarity and simplicity. It sees the miraculous in the common and magic in our everyday surroundings. When we are not rushed, and our minds are unclouded by conceptualizations, a veil will sometimes drop, introducing the viewer to a world unseen since childhood. ~ John Greer

Showing posts with label paths. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paths. Show all posts

Friday, September 20, 2013

Lost Chair

Palisades Park, NJ  (Background: George Washington Bridge)

THE CURRENT CHALLENGE
Fri Sep 20, 2013
This week's challenge:
'Nature Walk'.


Until we accept the fact that life itself is founded in mystery, we shall learn nothing.
Henry Miller


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Saturday, May 25, 2013

Path

Cuicuilco. Mexico City
“Life is short, break the rules.
Forgive quickly, kiss slowly.
Love truly. Laugh uncontrollably
And never regret anything,
That makes you smile”
― Mark Twain


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Monday, July 23, 2012

Hudson River Greenway









By far the biggest car-free bicycle and pedestrian path New York City has ever seen, the Hudson River Greenway is a continuous 11-mile route between Battery Park at the southern tip of Manhattan and the Little Red Lighthouse underneath the George Washington Bridge. The trail passes through Hudson River Park, Riverside Park South, Riverside Park and Fort Washington Park. [TrailLink]

Be what you would seem to be - or, if you'd like it put more simply - never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise. - Lewis Carroll

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Monday, March 12, 2012

No More Roads



Encounter
We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn.
A red wing rose in the darkness.

And suddenly a hare ran across the road.
One of us pointed to it with his hand.

That was long ago. Today neither of them is alive,
Not the hare, nor the man who made the gesture.

O my love, where are they, where are they going
The flash of a hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles.
I ask not out of sorrow, but in wonder. 
Czeslaw Milosz     

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