Dinesh's photos with the keyword: Del Gap

"What kind of times are they, when A talk about trees is almost a crime Because it implies silence about so many horrors?" - Bertolt Brecht

This is the way water thinks about the desert. The way the thought of water gives you something to stumble on. A ghost river. A sentence trailing off toward lower ground. A finger pointing at the rest of the show. I wanted to read it. I wanted to write a poem and call it “Ephemeral Stream” and dedicate it to you because you made of this imaginary creek a hole so deep it looked like a green eye taking in the storm, a poem interrupted by forgiveness. Excerpt: "Ephemeral Stream" ~ Elizabeth Ellis

................ as if suddenly the roots I had left behind cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood--- and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent. "Lost in the Forest" ~ Pablo Neruda

“We all live under the same sky, but we don't all have the same horizon” ~ Konrad Adenauer

If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer. But if he spends his days as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is deemed an industrious and enterprising citizen. ~Henry David Thoreau

And leave it there far from a useful fireplace To warm the frozen swamp as best it could With the slow smokeless burning of decay. Excerpt: "Woodpile" ~ Robert Frost

Pure water is the world's first and foremost medicine. ~Slovakian Proverb

The trees that have it in their pent-up buds To darken nature and be summer woods - ~Robert Frost

The trees that have it in their pent-up buds To darken nature and be summer woods - ~Robert Frost

“The world is a living fire,: Heraclitus is supposed to have said, while his most famous saying of all : “All things change: (Panta rhei) and :You cannot step into the same river twice,” make him the father of relativism: a relativism that teeters on the bank of embracing chaos. Heraclitus’s theory of Logos, his cryptic saying (which resemble those of the famous Oracle of Delphi, revealing how much philosophy and religion were still intermingled), and his love of paradox earned wide respect, if not exactly acceptance. They were so clever, in fact that the only way to answer the Heraclitean riddle of existence seemed to be challenge its entire foundation. This another thinker from one of the Greek cities in southern Italy, Elea, proceeded to do during Socrates’s own lifetime,. His name of Perimendis, and in answer to Heraclitus’s claim that everything changes, Parmenides countered by arguing that nothing changes.

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips: maybe it was the voice of the rain crying, a cracked bell, or a torn heart. Something from far off it seemed deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth, a shout muffled by huge autumns, by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves. Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance climbed up through my conscious mind as if suddenly the roots I had left behind cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood--- and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent. "Lost in the Forest" ~ Pablo Neruda