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« Si vous n’êtes pas capable de voir la beauté d’un arbre et d’aimer cet arbre, si vous ne pouvez pas l’aimer intensément, vous n’êtes pas vivant. » JIDDU KRISHNAMURTI
« Je ne puis regarder une feuille d’arbre sans être écrasé par l’univers. » Victor HUGO
arbres.org : http://www.arbres.org/actualite.html
Arbres remarquables : http://www.mce-info.org/arbres-remarquables/index.php
Mooonalila lis-la là... 
Superbe Julie 😉
Merci beaucoup ! 🙂
J’aime beaucoup la cinquième, comme dans les contes 😉
Merci Opaline ! J’essaie de deviner de quelle photo tu parles, parce que l’ordre d’affichage de cette galerie photo est aléatoire, il change à chaque fois que l’on ouvre cette page… 😉
Magnifique ! Et les citations sont aussi très belles…
Merci merci ! 🙂
Belles photos, les arbres sont nos « cathédrales »… et les citations sont bien trouvées ! j’aime !
Merci Lady Elle 🙂
Merci pour les photos ! Hier, je découvrais, à un petit village, pas loin d’ici, un tilleul vieux merveilleux, que j’ai photographié. La photo se cache encore sur la pellicule, mais un jour – qui sait ? -, vient-elle à la lumière ! Cheers,,, Michel
J’espère voir un jour ton tilleul, trésor caché ! Merci 🙂
Les arbres sont les poumons de la Terre..
Ils sont magnifiques.
Notre oxygène… Merci !
Comme je le disais sans un autre blog, j’aime les arbres, ils représentent tant de choses!
Poumons de la Terre, symbole de vie…
Respect total pour leur beauté, leur éternité…
Merci pour ta visite et ta réaction 🙂
😉
I also like taking photographs of trees.
They are good inspiration… 🙂
fascinante nature… Ces arbres majestueux ou torturés… j’aime beaucoup…
Merci !
green
Sure 😉
and brown
some yellowish
a tinge of blue and a tincture of pink
ocher
crushed to a fine pulp; then pinpointed at a passing star
glittering glistening glimmering
a lizard’s belly unseen to the naked eye
to the snaked eye
chatoyant, nacreous, pearlescent
scintillant, iridescent, phosphorescent
though the long slithering forked tongue was black
black, and venomous
pink most ran the length and breadth that divided the space between
earthworm and God
we find man and woman
navel
tounge
eyelid
soul
cry
hold
be
warm
filmy
movement
breathing
together
temple to temple
skyward gazing
Daisy tickling earlobes
fingers digging dirt
blade of grass between toes
a seed is planted
roots to the teeth
pulp sucked dry
tongue lost
entwined
slippery
furrowed
treacly
pounding, pulsing joyous
intoxicant mellow
temple to temple
eyelid to eyelid
The fluttering of eye lashes
butterflies at fingertips
cocooning
nodding
nudging
infatuating
lustrating
pecking
smelling
taste of earth
tightly wound she springs from her perch
strengh of air
sparrow lengthening
strained feathers
freefalling
breathless enlarged retina
72 beats per minute
frightened pulse
enlarged
taste of blood
frenzied
they die as soon as they are picked
but in their death a thousand suns are released
red sun through the eyelids
releasing a jolt of energy
warm tears of joy
eternal recurrence
float carefree
tipsy
weightlessness
unformed, no shape
thirst
Slacked
hampered
Unimpeded
shivery
Held
surrounded
Surrender
lost control
willingly
intensly bites lips
arms coil tighter
chewing noise
swallowing sounds
rolling music on my tongue
bird song for those that wait at heaven’s gate
fragile wings of desire
melding with the night and the moon never so bright
forgetting everything
french passive
🙂 kick in the pants
fun
Hô Chi Minh
my all-time hero
I know 😉
infrared
Banana
in the toes of a monkey
Being peeled
Feeling released… Just before the decapitation – Cruel world
Soul transported by a fly to the nether reaches of hell
the soul of a banana should go straight to heaven
The fly was intercepted by a low flying angel
Peter Falk, rest in peace
wings of desire
from the top of a building
take flight
rumor has it that those who voluntarily jump do not shout
Quiet the opposite is true, one such case where the supposed jumper vocalized the alphabet three thousand times forward and backwards before his dismal splat.
A sleepwalker meets a sleepwalker
somnolent toe touching toe
nested arms stretched unconscious hug
splayed long fingers receive even larger fingers
rustlings in two opposite directions, unlikely dance
Aboriginal in nature this dance constitutes heighten physicality
so high
so low
incarnated
Centipede
goose-flesh
Liquid fired through a a pin-pointed nozzle
ink on skin
Fire breathing dragon coiling upward
paint lying
On floor knee deep in water
cold wet biting stomach
Warm sand paper scraping edgewise moving
exquisite Corpse
Lips part
abandoned fingers
Knees buckle
numb limbs
made elastic nimble tauntingly hard
Threatening elastic
Water
mud
licked clean
whipped cream
brought things to a head that put out the eye of the man on the moon looking down on what he thought was at a safe distance
he hasn’t got his eyes in his pocket
she has hers
swop
spit
lose it
grip it
strangle it
resuscitate
man-trunk
slides open
see through
a hole
what colour is the filter
rose
the first thing visible
was felt not seen
which feeling
the one that counts
the will to live
no
love
What is between
self destruction
And renewal
eternal phoenix
rising to kiss the sun
melt into gold
poured into a mold
walk through a tree
Sit on your knees
lazy
that depends
up and down mood
up and down antyhing
purring
stroking hand along backside of
under the chin
along the thigh
hand on forehead
fever rising
eyes that shine
Laughing at two dogs knotted
a smile without a face
better than a face without a smile
half-open eyes
filled with longings long forgotton
ghost sighs
An American Indian lays down beside a stream and presses his ear to the ground
and the Earth tells him he can go to the Realm of Death peacefully
he rises from the ground and puts his ear to his woman’s cheek, she whispers
Remember these trees
in the distance comes the rumbling of gigantic bulldozers, the very earth trembles; he rises up with bow in hand and mounts his painted pony; she does likewise
he begins to sing with dignity in the din of machinery approaching
galloping yelping releasing arrows
a storm is threatening
Clouds gather in hefty bunches like a cluster of raised fist
thunder crashes relentlessly buzzing backhoe
bones lit up like gross caricatures of skeletons
makeup flows under sweat tears and rain
lady bugs by the tens of thousand blanket the land; in the confusion she finds his horse going over a cliff and she follows after him
so mad he decides to attack the enemy
But the enemy is now far behind him as he falls off a cliff falling as fast as the air will carry him
dark red star
Beneath a lone blue moon
no more prayers
solid as a rock movement is gradual undetected to the naked eye, her hand
crawling like a spider
tingly
set me free
unbounded
dazed
Confused
led
zed
pell
-mell
in
through
out
spreading wider
barley sugar wave
licked clean
sticky fingers – sweet night
laid curled into a bun
small strands escaped in the neck
hand touching silk
silk simmering
speaking in tounges she dances
shadows dance around her
moonlight anoints he upraised arms
she feels strong
and she should; they are a unit
a cat is spying her
licking its paws before it passes them across its massive head
its eyes glow in the dark
hotly pulling cool mountain air nostrils flaring
she doesn’t know that apart from the cat, other eyes are watching her
Surrounded
carousel
Carnal sounds
spell of the witch
the hour strikes midnight
metamorphosis time
Giagantulum
mollusculum
Polymorphous
variocolourus
bicolocatative
polkadotaholicativation
Licksallavooffthetipacaous
transfobulgingmation
Vagainaliztinalreleasercection
spinninvibratodelirator
Penetratastouchfuclaosalatatious
Wedbettercalmdownshesaysshesnotreadyforapublicorgasum
one
stormy
two
night
moon
mooon
he he fun
me
yees
goood
soulful
touching
brown eyes seeing blue eyes
blue eyes reflecting brown eyes
These eyes follow together movement
« You’ll never know how I see you. I’ll never know who you are. »
what is there to know upon these astral planes though these seas are uncharted, these rivers never navigated
Just words. Words are everything.
they are, we know the flesh, we share intercourse but the imagination when unchecked is still related to intercourse; there is always that coupling, the commingling, the coming together
what do you want to know
what do you want to feel
we could delegate this exchange to the archives of the vault that is tocksin
you could pop up deeply further back where no one is reading and say hi
bubble
ready to burst
ditto
🙂 silly
willy
frizzy
kinky
piggy
wiggly
curly
burly
bulky
realizable big and pressing inside walls that melt with buttery ease
shackles of honey
pounding at the door
gloves of young bark
protruding
silent offering
graciously accepting
softly begging
the curtains fluttering echoing please
the lips whispering it with no sound
Makes it more real than the loudest utterance
close-up eyes silently scream their desire
Hand made to prolong
hand muzzling mouth to muffle noise
Pandora is turned up
wide open
Wood floors vibrating toes
vibrating vertebrae
Eye lashes tounged
blinded to feel more
Walks in the dark
bumping on illusions
Bumping back
Back door
enter
follow
sup-pliantly
sub-missively
subdued
and loquacious
and supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
belonging
together
hand in hand
like children
curious
a flower circled by a bee
closing buzz
vibratory expectancy
irrepressible smile
Delicacies beyond compare
flagrant colors flopping in the wind
jousting stinger
fluffy stamens
yellow spilling into yellow
relief from a fountain
streamed prismatic bliss
flooding warm extasis
key noting a domino affect where every nerve ending is stimulated
fractal of the brain metamorphosed in a surreal crying flower
being bent by the wind, the heavy bulbous head nearly touching the earth
sap goes to the head, makes it dizzy
the sky never looked more blue
when eyes closed, fields of multicolored flowers growing from the whole brain and body
sprouting dragon flies with iresdescent wings aflutter
movements of air almost unbearably tickling
stuttering lips barely speak sing song a distant hum
the kind of hum you stop to be aware of
diddling Doolittle arrives at the hymnal gates with dedicate nibbling perseveres and out pops a butterfly oil with tangential fire
magical fire which makes everything it burns very happy
dross drips like molten lava hardening all that it touches
molten lava carries away everything it loves, melting them to itself forever
comes the rains, and the sun and a bit of green pushing to the surface
fresh starry moss
Smudged like green slime the track marks of a passing snail
traces memories of its fragile flesh beneath its soft skin
Glistening doublets rounded flat mirror back a world untold
Who am I once I cross your retina ?
Who are you once you cross mine ?
divine questions following a straight trajectory to heaven shot through the heart that lays bleeding on the curb as people pass wondering what happen; what has struck this man down and behold they say look are those wings lifting him?
quartered between him and himself, his bleeding heart peacefully levitating
no sounds but the running of feet
heartbeat in the temples
pulsing tentacles extend indefinitely against omnivorous walls
Aroma of the feast
Waft upwards wakening the sleeping dragon
inhaling drooling licking lips
florescent fumes explode into a cloud bursting into flame
appears the phoenix
a sigh of relief escapes lips ripened with the touch of a strawberry
a smile of relief shapes lips ripened with the touch of a fantasy
borne on the wind faeries frolic with the current sky blue
thrilled by elevations reached
spraying star dust that floats and impregnates all it touches with simpleness
Does inhaling stardust make one float in heaven ?
also makes a dog’s tail wag
and flowing fountain of eternal youth
Ponce de Leon sits in a cafe in Paris with his head in the lap of a French woman who is reading Baudiler to him in French.
Et la lampe s’étant résignée à mourir,
Comme le foyer seul illuminait la chambre,
Chaque fois qu’il poussait un flamboyant soupir,
Il inondait de sang cette peau couleur d’ambre !
Encore
Nous aurons des lits pleins d’odeurs légères,
Des divans profonds comme des tombeaux,
Et d’étranges fleurs sur des étagères,
Ecloses pour nous sous des cieux plus beaux.
Under the moonlight along the Seine near a bench they see a gold coin
Usant à l’envi leurs chaleurs dernières,
Nos deux coeurs seront deux vastes flambeaux,
Qui réfléchiront leurs doubles lumières
Dans nos deux esprits, ces miroirs jumeaux.
Un soir fait de rose et de bleu mystique,
Nous échangerons un éclair unique,
Comme un long sanglot, tout chargé d’adieux ;
Et plus tard un Ange, entr’ouvrant les portes,
Viendra ranimer, fidèle et joyeux,
Les miroirs ternis et les flammes mortes.
Pocketing the coin, they walk hand in hand
high busts, feeling of completeness
Their very walk informed by the bricks that lend themselves as background
their hands stroking are telling stories soon to be true
sounds that splashes color coming from a horn entices them into a cellar where other people keep beat with their feet taping the floor while sipping sloe gin fizzing over the top of their glasses collectively they giggle
drunk with inner music hearts dance
with a sudden shock the lights go out
feel a presence in the dark
An abiding light
Blind man’s buff magnetism
So they thought until a ray of light opened a hole through the center of the floor
dust dancing in the gold ray
Into the dragon’s lair they descend
temperature rises
into the void falls away inhibitions
awakening smiles
and serpentine dreams
tickling sparkling skin
Soaring along the arm a centipede being chased by a starving elongore
control any repulsion
With its mesmeric eye the elongore catches its prey with its long reaching pole
mesmeric blue, the prey is enchanted, surrenders to the looong pole
Consumed and made to grow inside to become one and the same
siamese twins
Duel processing minds that outthink the average land animal
anchor
Pulled free and the boat floats
the vertigo from drifting
Becomes a sustaining force
blind sculpting
Chalked chalked white against red skin
India ink on mooon white skin
Soft cushioning rough absorbing
greedy
Stimulated
on tenterhooks
Keeping abreast of the incurable
not wanting to heal
but balm heals without asking; it is considered a grace, a given; something done of it’s on accord: no exceptions
survivor
https://mooonalila.wordpress.com/2006/05/06/meme-combat/?trashed=1&ids=277
Refuses to be a victim
so strong despite everything
despite everything everything is going as plan despite everything that could be otherwise things are good even when bad bad is good because good will rear its head and devour bad
thanks to everything
too
full f love
bashing sun flowers bursting against a star filled morning with the sun ripening in the east
take pleasure in biting into a nectarine
circled by the rings of Saturn and the moons of Mars both can be seen in the offing while her tongue feels that first acidic sting
She closes her eyelids on the planets, and her lips on the bite to be sure not to lose any of the juice
trickling
sweetening the skin
milk white simmering under the flame turns translucent
churning smitten waves
flood alluvial plains
soothing surface liquid mirror
burnish orange amber
tawny eyes
be my wolf
Baying at the moon
Mooon responds with a soft moan
sending ripples up and down the wolf’s spine
stroking the body of the beast with its velvety pale glow
One paw forward before the final leap
to where
there
in limbo
between here and there you will find your underware
I’m not looking for it, better let it show up by itself
at the moment these two try to speak the world is hit by a meteorite
Belle composition à l’inspiration vouée à s’étendre. Et réussie. Elle donne les idées à réaliser : conception de la terre et du ciel à marier la sève au sang, le sperme du gisant, l’arbre couché, bon à s’y frotter, est mort, sans le cor, déjà se dresse, le toit caresse, un doigt génie, plus bas ici, racines appauvries, coupées scie, troncs en murs, maison du futur, chérie ça pousse, avec secousses.
Quels mots ! Les arbres ne sont pas ingrats.
Wonderful pictures and an inspiring dialog with ‘tocksin’ (in any way toxic) 😉
I appreciate your faultless taste 😀
🙂
Très belles citations pour de très belles photos. Pour moi les arbres ont une âme!
Merci ! Je suis d’accord pour l’âme ! 🙂
Très beau travail. Très beau rendu des couleur et de la lumière. Bravo
Merci !!! 🙂
Splendide série, j’aurais bien aimé croiser certains, les photographier c’est un peu se les approprier.
Un peu se les approprier : très vrai ! Merci 🙂