March242012
Thank you for the likes, the reblogs and the follows xxxx

Thank you for the likes, the reblogs and the follows xxxx

gratitude Korea Gyeongju Amazing to know you're not just shouting into the void 

January292011
“To enter a wood is to pass into a different world in which we ourselves are transformed. It is no accident that in the comedies of Shakespeare, people go into the greenwood to grow, learn and change. It is where you travel to find yourself, often, paradoxically, by getting lost.” * Roger Deakin, Wildwood: A Journey Through Trees I am only up to page 41 of this book but have already been caused to smile, tear up, and get goosebumps. What a swansong from the man. I can tell that Deakin, too, was a great admirer of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry; not only because he references St-Ex but also because he is at least as lyrical and connects the immense and and the microscopic in very similar ways. Remember on Halloween I went to Gyeongju to visit my favourite, entrancing, kingly trees? This is one of the several hundred photos I took that evening. More to come, from time to time.

“To enter a wood is to pass into a different world in which we ourselves are transformed. It is no accident that in the comedies of Shakespeare, people go into the greenwood to grow, learn and change. It is where you travel to find yourself, often, paradoxically, by getting lost.”

* Roger Deakin, Wildwood: A Journey Through Trees

I am only up to page 41 of this book but have already been caused to smile, tear up, and get goosebumps. What a swansong from the man. I can tell that Deakin, too, was a great admirer of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry; not only because he references St-Ex but also because he is at least as lyrical and connects the immense and and the microscopic in very similar ways.

Remember on Halloween I went to Gyeongju to visit my favourite, entrancing, kingly trees? This is one of the several hundred photos I took that evening. More to come, from time to time.

trees Roger Deakin Saint-Exupery Gyeongju 

November12010
Gyeongju was fabulous yesterday, perfectly Halloweenish. No ghost cat this time, though. Gyeongju is home to the tumuli tombs of the Silla kings, some as old as mid-1st century. The most famous is the Flying Horse Tomb, as a birchbark saddle mudflap with such a horse painted on it was found inside, in amazing condition. But I am haunted by the largest and the only tumulus - one of dozens in Gyeongju - to have trees growing out of it. Unbelievable, Tim Burton trees. Just what is it that allows the mood, the magic, the majesty, exuded by these ancient living things, which I feel looking at them no matter the season or the weather, this feeling of entranced and humbled awe they gift me, to seep into the pictures? It’s not even how they look at the time, but only how they seem to me. The very first image I posted on this blog back on 1 August is a Poladroided Lomo of two of those trees. I got another 100 or so images last night. I thought it might be a Lomo thing, this strange alchemy - the LC-A can be like that - but it works with any camera, this capturing of the numinous from and around these marvelous trees. As mentioned, it’s not only Gyeongju’s trees I’ve been haunted by. In 2005 I stumbled across a guest house next to the main tumuli park called Sa Rang Chae, a set of little traditional houses with sleeping mats on the heated floors. It was a windy night, with a little snow, and one of the handmade-paper screen doors blew open and woke me. After falling back into a fretful sleep I was awoken again by a sensation: the feeling of paws moving on the bed to my right, then across my chest, then off the bed to my left. When I turned on the light there was no cat there. But after spending much of my childhood sharing my bed with a cat called Tinkerbell, I know what I felt.

Gyeongju was fabulous yesterday, perfectly Halloweenish. No ghost cat this time, though.

Gyeongju is home to the tumuli tombs of the Silla kings, some as old as mid-1st century. The most famous is the Flying Horse Tomb, as a birchbark saddle mudflap with such a horse painted on it was found inside, in amazing condition. But I am haunted by the largest and the only tumulus - one of dozens in Gyeongju - to have trees growing out of it. Unbelievable, Tim Burton trees. Just what is it that allows the mood, the magic, the majesty, exuded by these ancient living things, which I feel looking at them no matter the season or the weather, this feeling of entranced and humbled awe they gift me, to seep into the pictures? It’s not even how they look at the time, but only how they seem to me. The very first image I posted on this blog back on 1 August is a Poladroided Lomo of two of those trees. I got another 100 or so images last night. I thought it might be a Lomo thing, this strange alchemy - the LC-A can be like that - but it works with any camera, this capturing of the numinous from and around these marvelous trees.

As mentioned, it’s not only Gyeongju’s trees I’ve been haunted by. In 2005 I stumbled across a guest house next to the main tumuli park called Sa Rang Chae, a set of little traditional houses with sleeping mats on the heated floors. It was a windy night, with a little snow, and one of the handmade-paper screen doors blew open and woke me. After falling back into a fretful sleep I was awoken again by a sensation: the feeling of paws moving on the bed to my right, then across my chest, then off the bed to my left. When I turned on the light there was no cat there. But after spending much of my childhood sharing my bed with a cat called Tinkerbell, I know what I felt.

Halloween Gyeongju trees Vermont 

October302010
extranuance: Magic of Melies Happy Halloween! I’m so so happy today. I’ll be off to get the train from Haeundae, to spend Halloween night in Gyeongju, a spooky cool town full of the grass-covered mound tombs of kings of long ago, an appropriate place to be, I think. Not least because when I stayed there on a snowy night about 5 years ago, a ghost cat walked across my bed. (I know it sounds mad; but I know what I felt). More tales about that to come on Monday. Have a mysterical day.

extranuance:

Magic of Melies

Happy Halloween! I’m so so happy today. I’ll be off to get the train from Haeundae, to spend Halloween night in Gyeongju, a spooky cool town full of the grass-covered mound tombs of kings of long ago, an appropriate place to be, I think. Not least because when I stayed there on a snowy night about 5 years ago, a ghost cat walked across my bed. (I know it sounds mad; but I know what I felt). More tales about that to come on Monday. Have a mysterical day.

(via clowningaround)

Halloween Gyeongju mysterical reblog 

August112010
“There is only one real deprivation, I decided this morning, and that is not to be able to give one’s gift to those one loves most … The gift turned inward, unable to be given, becomes a heavy burden, even sometimes a kind of poison. It is as though the flow of life were backed up.” * May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude

“There is only one real deprivation, I decided this morning, and that is not to be able to give one’s gift to those one loves most … The gift turned inward, unable to be given, becomes a heavy burden, even sometimes a kind of poison. It is as though the flow of life were backed up.”

* May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude

gift creativity flow Gyeongju 

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