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Walking around the ochre forest recently, I noticed one of the rocks looked like a face.

rock face

Having noticed this face, it then seemed there were faces in the rocks everywhere….

rock face

rock face

rock face

rock face

rock face

rock face

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sentier d'ocre

sentier d'ocre

sentier d'ocre

Have you ever seen a landscape like this? See how red the path is……

sentier d'ocre

sentier d'ocre

It can be hard to remember this is a landscape on our planet….

sentier d'ocre

sentier d'ocre

sentier d'ocre

sentier d'ocre

Where is this?

Roussillon, Provence.

roussillon

roussillon

On the outskirts of the village the old ochre works have been transformed into a visitor centre = Le Conservatoire d’ocre

conservatoire d'ochre

conservatoire d'ochre

conservatoire d'ochre

conservatoire d'ochre

conservatoire d'ochre

conservatoire d'ochre

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colour!
provencal cafe colours
glass
running for the boat
weaving
matching staff and customers

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sunlit

Ok, try this today…..notice the light.

Just let some light catch your attention and stop for a moment and wonder. How does it look? How does the world reveal the light to you? How does the light make you feel?

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different seed

When I saw this seed on the very verge of breaking away from the seed-head the other day I thought it wasn’t only beautiful, it was both wondrous and moving.

Here’s that moment we’ve all experienced where we break away to launch out on our own path. Here’s that moment where we commit to Life, to adventure, to exploration and growth and becoming.

Here’s that moment where Chance takes a hand and who knows where we’ll land next……onto comfortable, nurturing ground, or hard, stony ground?

Here’s where we fly off to embrace opportunities and difference. To find the new. To connect with whatever it is we haven’t connected with until now.

Here’s where we embrace change.

Here’s becoming…..

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igor mitoraj

Scattered around the centre of Aix en Provence are some enormous sculptures by Igor Mitoraj. I’ve never seen his work before, but I’m glad I’ve seen some now. VERY impressive. Here’s a taste……

igor mitoraj

igor mitoraj

igor mitoraj ikaro

igor mitoraj ikaria

igor mitoraj ikaria

igor mitoraj

igor mitoraj

UPDATE – here’s more

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peacock

peacock

I took these two photos 13 seconds apart, standing still. The peacock moved slightly forwards. And look at the difference!
Our world is constantly changing, and what beauty there is to be seen in noticing the changes!

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sunset over ben ledi

Almost every day I look out my window and think…..oh, that’s beautiful. How can the “same” view never be the same?

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In these two photos, the plants look incredibly delicate and fragile, but, in fact, see where they are growing. There’s hardly any soil, just hard, dry rock, yet they find what they need to grow and flourish. Isn’t that the most amazing example of toughness, of resilience, of the amazing power of LIFE becoming (not being)

flourishing between a rock and a hard place

flourishing between a rock and a hard place

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We have this idea that time passes in a steady flow in front of our eyes, always at the same steady speed. We chop it into little pieces and call them seconds, minutes, hours…even days, weeks, months and years. But some philosophers show us how to think of time differently. Bergson’s concept of “duration” for example, which Deleuze picked up and developed further (using cinema as a tool to expand our thinking about time and movement).

So, here’s a couple of photos I took the other day ….

rocks and mountains

duration

In the first one, I noticed the stone circle (don’t know the history of it, but I suspect it’s a pretty modern creation actually…) and behind them in the distance, the mountain range. What’s the life of a mountain range? How quickly, or slowly, does it change? What’s the perspective of a mountain? That last thought, brought to mind Herman Hesse’s short story about a boy who wishes he was a mountain (in the Strange News from Another Star collection).
Then, in the second one, I focused on the tombstones instead…..how they too have their own duration, and how they mark the shortness of a life, and the length of a memory.

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