Meditations on the manifest

Without trust, words become the hollow sound of a wooden gong

Posted in art, bw, landscape, mamiya, nature, photography, poetic photography, woods by barteldebbaut on December 21, 2009

A habitat is necessary

Posted in art, bw, landscape, mamiya, nature, photography, woods by barteldebbaut on December 19, 2009

from the perspective of any of the other players

Posted in architecture, art, color, landscape, photography by barteldebbaut on December 15, 2009

We all have the extraordinary coded within us, waiting to be released.

Posted in architecture, color, landscape, photography, poetic photography, post processed by barteldebbaut on December 10, 2009

Yep, between the wish and the thing called life lies waiting ….

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Watch my peacock dance

Posted in art, color, home, photography, poetic photography, post processed by barteldebbaut on November 23, 2009

It came into existence

Posted in art, color, landscape, nature, photography, poetic photography by barteldebbaut on November 12, 2009

because I had to paint it.

- Jackson Pollock, 1947, commenting his painting “She Wolf” -

We are here and it is now

Posted in color, landscape, photography, poetic photography, skies, street by barteldebbaut on November 1, 2009

Further than that all human knowledge is moonshine!
H.L Mencken (1880 – 1956)

Dig my stilleto

Posted in color, landscape, photography, poetic photography, street by barteldebbaut on October 29, 2009

Remember, Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, but backwards and in high heels.
Bob Thaves, “Frank and Ernest”, 1982

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corridor

Posted in color, landscape, nature, photography, poetic photography, woods by barteldebbaut on October 24, 2009

From where you stand in the present moment, you are timeless

Posted in bw, landscape, mamiya, nature, photography, poetic photography by barteldebbaut on October 16, 2009