Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Music

We use it to soothe the day, we use it to enhance a good day. We use it on the start of a journey, to remember, to sing along with, to communicate and to get inspired. We want to have a little song to hum as we think of a loved one. Few notes and your universe follows the actions of a different dimension. Sometimes stuck in your mind to take you along and help you forget anything else. Gifts from our Mothers who would gently caress our cries with songs and carry us to sleep on forever etched energy to our heart. Songs are markers to our lives, companions and witnesses of who we were.  Listening to them can change our history. We can be judge for the music we listen to. No matter it is a flow, a vibration that carries us safely to shore.


La Musique
La musique souvent me prend comme une mer!
Vers ma pâle étoile,
Sous un plafond de brume ou dans un vaste éther,
Je mets à la voile;

La poitrine en avant et les poumons gonflés
Comme de la toile
J'escalade le dos des flots amoncelés
Que la nuit me voile;

Je sens vibrer en moi toutes les passions
D'un vaisseau qui souffre;
Le bon vent, la tempête et ses convulsions

Sur l'immense gouffre
Me bercent. D'autres fois, calme plat, grand miroir
De mon désespoir!

— Charles Baudelaire

Music
Music often transports me like a sea!
Toward my pale star,
Under a ceiling of fog or a vast ether, 
I get under sail;

My chest thrust out and my lungs filled
Like the canvas,
I scale the slopes of wave on wave 
That the night obscures;

I feel vibrating within me all the passions 
Of ships in distress;
The good wind and the tempest with its convulsions

Over the vast gulf
Cradle me. At other times, dead calm, great mirror 
Of my despair!


Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Fifty Six


What happen when you turn an extra year older in one day but you were inching to it slowly and did not notice. The scale is moving down toward the earth and the view gets clearer and clearer from now on. Only so many moments to cherish and so many new things to try, so many books that you will ever be able to read. Life takes on a different perspective. Do not prolongate what has not been done. Do it now. Live for the joy of breathing in and out the essence of life. Those beautiful last days ahead provide a sense of purpose, a calmness of things deserved and coming to fruit. So I walk on this beach of bliss where my toes anchor in its diamonds, the water coming closer as I walk and I will continue on that shore looking at many sunsets and full moon, until the light goes out and I will rest for the long night. 


Sunday, August 2, 2015

Oceanside

It had been years since I had gone to Oceanside, WA. A very sad scene was waiting for me. Picture a beautiful ocean waves crashing on the sand but rows of cars parked in front of it on the sand. Hundreds of people there between the car playing, napping, kites flying high, making sand castles, dogs, children, cars driving between those rows on the sand, children having to pay attention to the traffic on the beach. A mad mess and scattered everywhere for miles, feathers of dead seagulls embeded in the sand, rolled over by cars. How can we accept this type of standard and be ok with it. I felt sick. I had to anchor my heart into something else than all this. So I started to shoot some photo allienating the ugly and finding beauty to save this moment and save my soul.