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Magic looks exactly like reality, only the effects are different.

Try to picture yourself as nothing more than a lake under a bridge. The outer situations of your life, whatever happens to you in life, good or bad.This is the surface of the lake. Sometimes calm, sometimes windy and rough according to the seasons. Deep down, however, the lake is calm and always undisturbed. May you be the whole lake, not just the surface in touch with your deep depths which remain absolutely still and calm.

The real beauty in our lives the most exquisite realization is in the smallest,quietist, simplest things. You are sitting on the boardwalk. Your mind is quiet as you watch the sunrise change the colors of the sky.

The sun rises every day but makes no effort to cast its reflection on the water; it just does. Live your life like this.

I think that it is not possible for us to observe or witness or judge a behavior or trait in another person unless it lives in us. Conclusion: So whenever you pass judgment upon another person you should think just like me or the yellow line.

The art of seeing or taking a photo for me is looking deeply at what is rather than what we wish it to be. Perception leads to deception.

If you receive things just as an echo of yourself you do not really fully accept them as they are.

Being at the right place at the right time is essential to this picture. However, I am not a big believer in random luck but maybe just curious patterns that expresses a hidden order under the randomness of chaos. P.S. I hope this picture makes sense to you.

Do not read this because I think sometimes that words change their minds just as people do.

Your life should be like a deep lake. The outer situation of your life whatever happens to you in life, good or bad this is the surface of the lake, sometimes calm and placid, sometimes windy and rough, according to the seasons. Deep down, however, the lake is always undisturbed. Try to be the whole lake, not just the surface. Stay in touch with the deep depths which remain absolutely still.

I believe this: nothing that was real ever dies. Only names, forms, shapes, and illusions seem to disappear.

No doubt could have endured in the air that surrounded these deep, dark woods. In place of any doubt was one solitary truth, no more and no less. Less truth than that which exists in this deep, dark woods have saved a person's life.

How can anything be fiction if we know it?

It seems sometimes there are more shadows than reality, so maybe that's why shadows seem bigger in the dark.

Do you think that things in nature make sounds that we humans cannot hear or see? For example, does a flower make a sound as it grows? Does a rainbow make a sound as it spreads across the sky?

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. I personally think one cannot be too careful with words. They change their minds just as people do.

Daylight Savings Time: Spring ahead, fall behind. What was strange about being in these old woods was I was turning my watch ahead when I felt like I was going backwards in time. Note: it takes a hundred years to grow a fully mature tree.

Every day we trade self-respect for temporary ecstasy. Go ahead, leave that Styrofoam cup, beer bottle on the beach. I double dare you!

A shadow is the presence of things. It is evidence that something was there. Ask Peter Pan if you don't believe me.

Absurdities are those pointless equations for which no solution exists. Don't worry your pretty little head. Nature has worked out everything.

Listening to people is like listening to trees. If you slice open a tree the watermarks reveal their age; if you listen to someone carefully and look them in the face, they too will reveal their age.

Nietzsche said, "There are no facts, only interpretations," and that's why I am madly in love with my camera.

Things below the water affect things above the water. Example: a rock changes the flow and direction of the water. Red clay will change the color of the water and how the light reflects off of it. Look closely and you can see the effect that things below the water have on you.

The acorn of the black oak tree is the ultimate reality of the black oak tree.

Just think, the future is the same as the present only backwards.

What you think you see is fine because it keeps most of us sane. But what you know with your heart is the only thing you really ever know.

Sissy Spacek: "Like a rest in music no sound but so loud."

The sun trailed a yellow train across the sea and the breaking surf through a white spray. Kind of like flung rice on the shore.

The past cannot be redeemed; what has been and what might have been both bring us to what is.

The absence of smell is oxygen-rich air untainted by industry or human congestion. When you find the above you are standing in the middle of a forest.

Vision is not about how you look but how you see.

Nature is the absence of people. It is a system set up to run without human beings, concentrating on insensate and the eternal.

Fatalism is a kind of fear, the fear that your fate is in your own hands, but that your hands are weak. Ode to the gods of construction and building on green places.

I believe lives are like rivers. We imagine we can direct their paths though in the end there is but one destination, and we end up being true to ourselves only because we have no choice.

There is no randomness. If you look closely at something over a period of time you will begin to believe or see that randomness is a made up word for something we cannot explain. Randomness is not a rule but rather the exception to the rule. Just some random thoughts.

The Fool on the Hill and the magician stood and looked out at the beach. The magician said magic looks like reality only the effects are different.

Every time I see her (Mother Nature) she looks like an idea as much as a woman, or maybe just a posture, an attitude, or a type.

Sometimes when in the woods you can listen so hard for the faintest of sound that you do not hear the loud ones like the sun melting the snow and creating running water.

Woods are prisms we see with our brain, not our eyes. What we see depends on how we look at it, or maybe the time of day or season.

Once a man begins to recognize himself in another he can no longer look on that person as a stranger. Once a man begins to recognize the beauty that exists in the woods he can no longer look on it as just a piece of real estate to be built on.

Sylph flies may choose to step across a body of water without dimpling the surface tension of the water.

In the woods you can almost see other dimensions. There's only one day at a time here. Then it's tonight and then tomorrow will be today again. There is subtle change each day for we know that anything that does not change is dead. We know that the woods are anything but dead.

The landscape looked surreal, denying any rationality, demanding that you melt your subconscious onto the landscape in order to have it come together as a whole.

A dark pool hidden away in the woods. The water is steel gray, still, and ice cold. Its depths shelter strange creatures in the tangles of water grass. Trust me, no boat, no swimmer or me would go near a pool like this.

It was like I was dreaming, where all your assumptions are not exactly wrong but are irrelevant.

I am not a big believer in Lady Luck unless she is related to Mother Nature. But maybe Lady Luck is just a curious pattern that expresses a hidden order under the randomness of chaos, which is the same as Mother Nature.

The silence in the woods was like the moral at the end of a fable; it felt good to the ear, mind, and soul.

The storm was over. I walked out into the forest after the storm was over. The forest was like an old book with all its pages turned yellow and falling out. I felt empathy for the falling trees. After all, it took a hundred years to grow that single tree.

Sometimes all your attempts to find a way to live, end up becoming your life. So just live life and forget about trying to figure out a way to live your life.

Keep walking in the cold, the rain, and the sun. Your camera will see it. You may not see it until you place the picture on the wall, but trust me, hidden in the picture in plain sight is beauty untainted.

It was like watching a film version of a well-loved book. The excitement of seeing a thing that has existed only in your imagination suddenly materialized into reality. You then know that you'll never be able to imagine it in any other way than how it appeared before you on the screen.

Look closely at the snow. It is kind of the perfect blend of what is said and how it is said until you have to come home from the woods and shovel your driveway.

I was thinking how much forgiveness it must take to love a person; to choose not to see their flaws, or maybe to see those flaws and love that person anyway. Conclusion: if you never forgive you'll always be alone.

Her presence is always needed so she is always everywhere at once doing everything that needs to be done. Keeping her thin thread of world alive for one more night until the sun comes up again. Who am I?

One tree said to the other tree, "If I could not face every truth about myself I would not know who or what I am."

Pretty things and ugly things can be found in the same place and what a lot of people call pretty is not necessarily pretty. Nor are ugly things really ugly if you have the ability to look closely.

Sometimes I look at my children and it is lonely knowing things about your children that they no longer remember. Layers of experience eroded from their minds but are petrified in me. Kind of like the Petrified Forest.

I like to walk around the woods with my tripod because I'm of the opinion we invent fiction either to distract ourselves from the world and thus from the truth of things or maybe to explain the world to ourselves. We cannot invent truths, which simply is. The truth always surprises me when I recognize it, which is why we so seldom choose to recognize it. There is no fiction out here in the woods. It's all truth surrounded by beauty.

The luminous depths of a lake are one of the best judges of how high the sky is.

The fog covered my mouth and face like a leather mask. I stand in the center of deep dark woods and think of melting snow and feel glad. I think of cities, noise, humming like speakers that would make an ant deaf and feel lucky to be standing here.

Fractal - something that is simple and orderly that is actually composed of repeated patterns. No matter how magnified a fractal is, it is infinitely complex. Note: seems like another word for nature.

The adult frog sat on a rock in the middle of the lake and watched the human skim flat rocks over the surface of the lake. Emotions so near the surface that the slightest turbulence causes them to boil over. "That very simply put was what adulthood must be all about," said the frog to no one in particular. Acquiring the skills to bury things more deeply out of sight and whenever possible, out of mind. Then the rock sank to the bottom of the lake and the human left and the frog dived into the cool water.

The trees seem to be responding to some distant violence as though the topmost branches of the trees were having their trunks shaken. Then suddenly they were laying o the floor.

Love is like water, it has a memory of what it once filled and is always trying to get back to the original stream.

To me, life can be like turning on a shower in a hotel that you have not stayed at. The water either comes out with all this pressure or just dribbles out.

A gust of wind fills a meadow. Flowers exhale their pollen. Dead leaves go airborne. Dandelions lose their heads and for a moment the true history of the meadow is written in the wind. My eyes see it clear as day and them the wind dies and so does the meadow.

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