Showing posts with label Mountain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mountain. Show all posts

Saturday, December 31, 2016

MySpot: On Top of the World








"Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame."


W.B. Yeats - The Land of Heart's Desire

Friday, August 14, 2015

Bucegi Mountains II








"How to get the best of it all? 
One must conquer, achieve, get to the top; 
one must know the end to be convinced that one can win the end - to know there's no dream that mustn't be dared... 
Is this the summit, crowning the day? 
How cool and quiet! 
We're not exultant; but delighted, joyful; soberly astonished... 
Have we vanquished an enemy? None but ourselves.
 Have we gained success? That word means nothing here. 
Have we won a kingdom? No... and yes. 
We have achieved an ultimate satisfaction... fulfilled a destiny...
To struggle and to understand - never this last without the other; 
such is the law..."


George Mallory

Bucegi Mountains


























"I like the mountains because they make me feel small (...). 
They help me sort out what's important in life."


Mark Obmascik

Sunday, April 26, 2015

TTD: Sing a Song only You Can Hear





*Photos Studio 8mm / Edited by me

"Night poured over the desert. 
It came suddenly, in purple. 
In the clear air, 
the stars drilled down out of the sky, 
reminding any thoughtful watcher 
that it is in the deserts and high places that religions are generated. 
When men see nothing but bottomless infinity over their heads 
they have always had a driving and desperate urge to find someone to put in the way."


Terry Pratchett

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

TTD: Love is My Oasis










*Photos Studio 8mm / Edited by me

"The mind swells out to fill the entire landscape, 
becoming so diffuse in the process that 
one loses the ability to keep it fastened to the physical self. (...)
How vast it was! 
It felt more like an ocean than a desert landscape. 
The sun would rise from the eastern horizon, 
cut its way across the empty sky, 
and sink below the western horizon. 
This was the only perceptible change in the surroundings. 
And in the movement of the sun, 
I felt something I hardly know how to name: 
some huge, cosmic love."


Haruki Murakami