Sunday, May 27, 2018

Monochrome City Part II




Monochrome City IV, V, VI
Copyright Julie Nygaard 2018
Digital Photography - Canon T5 

City streets take on a new life in monochrome, no matter how many times I have walked them

Monochrome City Part I




Monochrome Vancouver I, II, III
Copyright Julie Nygaard 2018
Digital Photography - Canon T5

Spending time in the city, capturing the beauty in monochrome

Friday, May 18, 2018

Coeden


"Coeden" 2018
Copyright Julie Nygaard
Digital Photography Manipulation - Canon T5

"Trees are silent guards, they are the listeners and they hold knowledge mankind has long forgotten." 
- Cornelia Amiri  The Wolf and the Druidess 

Sunday, May 13, 2018

Tulips


"Tulips" 2018
Copyright Julie Nygaard
Digital Photography Manipulation - Canon T5

"The earth laughs in flowers"
 - Ralph Waldo Emerson 

Saturday, May 12, 2018

La Montana


"La Montana" 2018
Copyright Julie Nygaard
Digital Photography Manipulation - Canon T5

"We have heard her shouting among the mountains, 
and with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of
wings and the roaring of lions." 
- Kahlil Gibran   The Prophet

La Rama


"La Rama" 2018
Copyright Julie Nygaard
Digital Photography Manipulation - Canon T5

"When Great Trees Fall" 
"When great trees fall, 
rocks on the distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses, 
and even elephants
lumber after safety.

When great trees fall
in forests, 
small things recoil into silence, 
their senses 
eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die, 
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly, 
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened, 
examines, 
gnaws on kind words unsaid, 
promised walks never taken. 

Great souls die and 
our reality, bound to 
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls, 
dependent upon their nurture, 
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, 
fall away.
We are not so much maddened 
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold caves. 

And when great souls die, 
after a period peace blooms, 
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of 
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never 
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed. 
We can be. For they existed."
- Maya Angelou 


Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Journey Of Three


"Journey Of Three" 2018
Copyright Julie Nygaard
Digital Photography Manipulation - Canon T5

"Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself."
- George Bernard Shaw  

Reverie

 "Reverie" 2024 Copyright Julie Nygaard Digital Photography Manipulation - Canon