Archive for the ‘I lift my eyes up to the mountains’ Category

Illusions of memory

August 1, 2013

Don’t talk to me of the “illusions” of memory. Why should what we see at the moment be more “real” than what we see from ten years’ distance? It is indeed an illusion to believe that the blue hills on the horizon would still look blue if you went to them. But the fact that they are blue five miles away, and the fact that they are green when you are on them, are equally good facts. (C.S.Lewis – Letters to Malcolm)

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“No, no no,” she said. “You don’t understand.”

March 15, 2012

“It was when I was happiest that I longed most. It was on happy days when we were up there on the hills, the three of us, with the wind and the sunshine … where you couldn’t see Glome or the palace. Do you remember? The colour and the smell, and looking at the Grey Mountain in the distance? And because it was so beautiful, it set me longing, always longing. Somewhere else there must be more of it. Everything seemed to be saying, Psyche come! But I couldn’t (not yet) come and I didn’t know where I was to come to. It almost hurt me. I felt like a bird in a cage when the other birds of its kind are flying home.”

– Psyche, Till we have faces –  C.S.Lewis

– Rodnei, 2009

The highest does not stand without the lowest

August 30, 2011

Cate poze din saptamana mea de “mountain survival” in Negoiul, alaturi de cei de la pdf.

 

A whisper, which memory will warehouse as shout…

August 10, 2011

Bistra, my love

September 22, 2010

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Touching the Ceahlau

September 15, 2010



Ceahlau preview

September 7, 2010

doua culori ce nu s-au văzut niciodata,
una foarte de jos, intoarsa spre pământ,
una foarte de sus, aproape rupta

Moldoveanu, 2010

July 12, 2010








Rodnei

July 28, 2009

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