Nefelibata


Nefelibata (noun) Origin: Portuguese | ne·fe·LE·ba·ta One who lives in the clouds of their own imagination; An unconventional person.

YES!  I have always been inspired when I am on a plane and breaking through the clouds into the sunny blue sky.  Decades later, I still feel a sense of wonder that I am actually sitting in the sky.  I always choose an aisle seat because I love the freedom of standing up when I choose to and being able to move around without disturbing anyone.  However, when there is no one next to me I always move to the window for the take off and the landing.  It’s a magical view.  The turbulence through the clouds makes my stomach jump.  Not with fear or anxiety but with … I don’t even know with what. Imagination .. dreams.. wonder?  I don’t know.  I take about 50 photos and then just keep looking at them.  

I mean it’s a sense of adventure.  One day, a long time ago, someone was standing on the earth and staring at the sky.  Maybe pointing out elephants, puppies, witches, etc.  One day, a long time ago, someone had a dream, or a thought, or an idea.  Something that made them want to fly.  There are dreams about flying and about what clouds in dreams mean.

I have followed the clouds to so many great places.  I have lived in my dreams, in my head, and in my imagination.  I used to think it was just me that did this. However, I have talked to some folks who have admitted to me that they also live in their dreams.  I don’t think I will ever stop taking pictures of clouds. Don’t get me wrong.  I love the sun as much as I love clouds.  But I love them each in very different ways.  

I hope it is true that I will always feel this way about clouds. I think they will always amaze and distract me.  Guide me. Envelope me.  Push me forward.  They make me dance in the rain and chase the sun. They make me feel like I felt when I was a little girl laying down in the fresh cut grass behind my house.  They remind me of lazy summer days and crazy high energy storms.  I love clouds.

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”  ― Rabindranath Tagore

“Clouds in the sky very much resembles the thoughts in our minds! Both changes perpetually from one second to another!”  – Mehmet Murat ildan

“I’m a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds.”   ~Mike Tyson
For a second I was almost jealous of the clouds.”  -Kamila Shamsie

Ok.. a dreamy break.  Or a break from the dreaminess of clouds.  A bit of a nightmare cloud picture.  I am not sure if these are Parawixia Bistriata spiders, but when you are walking under them does it matter?

The Parawixia Bistriata spiders have actually created such a massive intertwined web that it appears as if they’re raining down from the sky because they’ve taken over so much of the air space and it looks as if they’re floating down. … They build these cloud-sized spiderwebs which trap prey in the air.

“When you’re a kid, you lay in the grass and watch the clouds going over, and you literally don’t have a thought in your mind. It’s purely meditation, and we lose that.”  ~ Dick Van Dyke

“It is better to have your head in the clouds, and know where you are… than to breathe the clearer atmosphere below them, and think that you are in paradise.   ~Henry David Thoreau

Behind every cloud is another cloud.”   ~-Judy Garland

“I don’t know what my formula is. I only know I like my characters to walk in clouds. I like a little bit of the fairy tale. Let others photograph the ugliness of the world. I don’t want to distress people.”  ~ Leo McCarey

“Aren’t the clouds beautiful? They look like big balls of cotton… I could just lie here all day, and watch them drift by… If you use your imagination, you can see lots of things in the cloud formations… What do you think you see, Linus?”
“Well, those clouds up there look like the map of the British Honduras on the Caribbean… That cloud up there looks a little like the profile of Thomas Eakins, the famous painter and sculptor… And that group of clouds over there gives me the impression of the stoning of Stephen… I can see the apostle Paul standing there to one side…”
“Uh huh… That’s very good… What do you see in the clouds, Charlie Brown?”
“Well, I was going to say I saw a ducky and a horsie, but I changed my mind!”
― Charles M. Schulz, The Complete Peanuts, Vol. 5: 1959-1960

Clouds – Dreams – Immagination:  Marina; Rad; Ambevert; Marie; Suzette; Eliza; ari; Trent; themouse; GS; Chen; LeDrakeNoir; phillip; Jeremy; noriega; Opher; still; sadje; mindfills; Timothy

 

Vemödalen


 (noun) Origin: Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows | The frustration of photographing something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

“The frustration of photographing something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist — the same sunset, the same waterfall — which can turn a unique subject into something hollow and pulpy and cheap.”

ETYMOLOGY: From the Swedish word vemod which means “tender sadness, pensive melancholy” and then combined with Vemdalen, the name of a Swedish town. Swedish place names are the source of IKEA’s product names — the original metaphor for this idea was that these clichéd photos are a kind of prefabricated furniture that you happen to have built yourself.

“Your first 10,000 photographs are your worst.” — Henri Cartier-Bresson

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Famous Places: Lookoom; Danee; Sidd; pedmar; marta; streets; sarah; crossings; littlemiss; PCOS; roberta; Salsa; Monkeystale

Photophile


Photophile (noun) Origin: Dictionary of Obscure of Sorrows | A person who loves photography.

This is an obscure word but supposedly, this came about after deriving it off from the word “photophilic” which is an organism that loves or seeks light — which is related in a way to how cameras function.

“Photography is the story I fail to put into words.”
— Destin Sparks

The magic of photography.  I have always loved photographs.  The ones I have taken, as well as the ones others have taken.  They move me.  I can find a story in every photo.

“In photography there is a reality so subtle that it becomes more real than reality.”
— Alfred Stieglitz

I believe that we take it all for granted.  I think those of us who love photographs sometimes forget there are people around the world who have never seen themselves in a picture.  Taking instantly shareable pictures has been an amazing opportunity to share some of my favorite photos with the people who inspired the picture.

“A thing that you see in my pictures is that I was not afraid to fall in love with these people.”
— Annie Leibovitz

Nepal was really the best place to do this.  People loved having their pictures taken and then looking at the pictures. It was also a really cool place just for the photo itself.  A super magical place to see, share, and re-see.

Photophile: Helen; Casual; Nicole; Henry; James; Susie; Leanne; Kenneth; Keith; Akash; Levi; 35mmc; Owl; Lisa

Komorebi


Komorebi (noun) Origin: Japanese | The sunlight that filters through the trees.

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During my time in Nepal, I was able to visit an elephant rescue sanctuary.  There were parts of this place that were stunning.  It was amazing to be so close to such massive and gentle beasts.  The surroundings were magical with the the sun lightly shining through the trees.

However, in the end, I was not in love with the place or the concept of this particular reserve. As I looked at these majestic animals, at each part of the animal, I became a little sad.  A baby separated from its mother, sad eyes, chains.  So many tourists. Myself included.

I promised myself I would not participate in this type of tour again.  I support animal rescue efforts.  However, this one left me feeling a little empty.  One day I would love to participate in a tour that allows me to visit elephants when they are roaming free and in their natural habitat.

A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages.
― Tennessee Williams

The truth is I love being alive. And I love feeling free. So if I can’t have those things then I feel like a caged animal and I’d rather not be in a cage. I’d rather be dead. And it’s real simple. And I think it’s not that uncommon. – Angelina Jolie

Ava; Philosophy; Shivani; Goff; tasview; redcat; Pat; candice; Mike

Dès Vu


Dès Vu (noun) Origin: Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows | The awareness that this will become a memory.

ETYMOLOGY: From the French word dès vu, “seen as soon as” or “seen from this point forward”

Sometimes this is how I view the things I do as I am doing them.  I travel a lot and have lived far away from everyone I know for a very long time.  My long-standing and connected group of friends and family have built histories of togetherness and sameness.  Sometimes I am jealous of them.  Sometimes they say they are jealous of me.

This has been my intent and my dream and I have chosen this life and have very few regrets.  I turn 54 this month and though this is still young, I am quite far from my mid-life stage.  I mean really?  I truly do not expect to live to 108.  I do have some decades in front of me but sometimes when I am looking ahead, I can’t help but already feel disconnected from what is directly in front of me.  I feel like the present has already happened and I begin to miss moments at the exact time I am experiencing them.  I know that in minutes it will be gone and all that will remain is the memory of what once was…

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Once in a while you look up, and watch as the present turns into a memory, as if some future you is already looking back on it.

“I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.”
― Beryl Markham

“The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we’d done were less real and important than they had been hours before.”
― John Green

Dès Vu – Mina; Neveah; Winter; Murmel; Eliza; Brian; Inese; nananoyz; jay-lyn; Happysoul; Dorinda; paintdigi