take my hand and climb with me…

one hundred and eighty seven degrees: ‘oh reckless abandon…’

Sweet Disposition ~ The Temper Trap

one hundred and eighty seven

Autumn light, like honey. In rainbow, streams. To radiate, the dance. Atoms, of air. Refracting, fire. Passion, of the sun. Far away, so close. Gravity’s, tight tango. Another day, slips. Through, my fingers. And gone. This, is life. And my heart, is full. Of now.


A moment, a love, a dream, a laugh…

15 comments on “one hundred and eighty seven degrees: ‘oh reckless abandon…’

  1. sph3re
    April 5, 2013

    Absolutely stunning! Great work!

    • circulartree
      April 8, 2013

      Thank you so much for taking time out to comment sph3re, it’s an honour – I love your images! They are so powerful and evocative.

      • sph3re
        April 9, 2013

        Circulartree, you are much too kind. I am a huge fan of your work! Not only the images are exceptional, but the combination with the accompanying text makes the work really multi-dimensional.

  2. macgurrl
    April 5, 2013

    I love trees so much, great shot!

    • circulartree
      April 8, 2013

      Yay! Always happy to find a kindred spirit to climb with. Thank for taking the time out to comment – much appreciated 🙂

  3. seanbidd
    April 6, 2013

    Yesterday morning I was sitting here looking out, watching the early morning dance of a hundred or more, new born insects as they would fly vertical from the grass to the top of the breaking sunlight through the trees, and then drop to the bottom of the lights waves, to then take to the vertical again. One can only ponder in the delight of watching as they dried their young wings in the first morning sun, in when each made their departure, of what adventures will they find, how far might they travel, and what might they see? That’s what today’s image triggered in my mind from yesterday. Today, what a climb, from the deep to the lofty heights.

    From the deep to the lofty heights
    Walking in a fresh light
    Caught beneath the waters’ silk,
    Each wave of gentle flooding colour,
    To see the dancing sprites aloft,
    Their gift above oak tender leaves,
    As they share with you their gathering,
    Tales above a golden sea, these rolling lands,
    Where a thought of time lulls soft,
    Kinder to the eye delight, no urban world in sight,
    A journey echoes within the wild honey flooding light,
    Slips slow the voyage beneath the Autumn sky,
    In the dreams of the far, to the climbs of the deep,
    While the colours carry one both awake and asleep…

    • circulartree
      April 8, 2013

      Oh how lovely Sean! Thank you for both image and poetry… reminds me of the day that I watched a butterfly grow into its wings. Such a blessing to live out in the heart of countryside. Watched ‘Into The Wild’ over the Easter weekend and these words of Lord Byron resonated so strongly:

      There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
      There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
      There is society, where none intrudes,
      By the deep sea, and music in its roar;
      I love not man the less, but Nature more…

      • seanbidd
        April 9, 2013

        Have not seen a butterfly emerge in a long time, though where I have been the last few days, I’ve seen hundreds of fully fledged moths, and butterflies, along with the verdant green, and fresh flowing waters of a small but wily creek when it rains. “Into the wild” is one such a life story where everyone comes away with different perspectives, it is a little like a creative mind’s take on the art of living your own way, rather than becoming lost in the technicalities of urban societies thoughts on what should be.

        I like those words of Lord Byron, Blou!,… The pathless woods, I go there as much as I can, and often, it’s a big place here; the lonely shore, as far as the eye can see, and all the more on a non fair weather day (that’s just me); society where none intrudes, society of the wilderness comes with pleasant, and different sounds, and ways (one is never lost); the music of the sea, something about wind, and waves coupled with tides, and a shoreline, like nothing else to fall asleep, and wake up too, living; love not less, but nature more, so many people fear it, and want to tame it, but it’s truly a place to live with, and about, in it’s natural love.

        Had you read the book, or watched the movie before?

  4. Victoria
    April 6, 2013

    Beautiful, lovely Lady. And, lovely, beautiful Lady. 🙂

    • circulartree
      April 8, 2013

      *thank you* blessed lady Victoria. this comment makes me want to cry… lots of love! Bx

      • Victoria
        April 9, 2013

        B, you always warm my heart.
        Long lingering hugs, coming your way. xox

  5. countingducks
    April 6, 2013

    Another ‘Oil Painting’ picture. Lovely as always

    • circulartree
      April 8, 2013

      Thank you Peter… if only I could paint with brushes! The only tool my hands are want to wield are lens and quill. Sending joyful country tidings to greet you from afar, Bx

  6. Uday Narayanan
    April 12, 2013

    Stunning picture! Love that light!

  7. JK Bevill - Lost Creek Publishing
    April 26, 2013

    Reblogged this on lost creek publishing.

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