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February 15, 2013
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Aug 4, 2011, 4:10:07 PM
Adobe Photoshop Lightroom 4.3 (Windows)
Flowers From the Mountains by catch---22 Flowers From the Mountains by catch---22
Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.

The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I can contend only against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.

You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Cling to me as though you were frightened.
Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.

My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.

I want
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

~pablo neruda, sonnet XIV

this was one of those times you stop noticing how cold the mist/rain was and just say, Oh Yeah...

it is around 12,400ft up, just below the summit of stony pass, near silverton, colorado. I'm ready for another spring and summer...or something.
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Iessika Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2013
So beautiful... I think that I would simply forget to take a photograph in those situations, that's just so insanely "out of this world" that I'd simply turn into a sponge, to soak it all up.
catch---22 Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2013
it's an easy place for that to happen... thank you Jess! :heart:
slight-art-obsession Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2013   Digital Artist
Just... wow...
catch---22 Featured By Owner Apr 5, 2013

thank you!
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catch---22 Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2013
Jimmasterpieces Featured By Owner Mar 19, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
ohhh, my god a love this pic.
catch---22 Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2013
thank you!!
Jimmasterpieces Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
your wellcome
RainySkyz Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2013   Writer
I think a year ago, or two or three, you had one similar to this.
I'm sure I faved it somewhere back in my page's archives.

What I love most about this photo, besides the beautiful flowers and upwards climb,
is how you've taken us into the clouds as close to heaven as you could go at this time.
I want to reach out and caress the mists...
to grasp them between fingertips,
feeling the cool and cold, damp and vapor...
as too quickly it dissipates...
reminding me,
moments we do attain, albeit moments...
and only after this life is done,
we who believe long-suffering enough,
will float all the way up,
eyes wide and shining,
smiles right and beaming,
hope restored,
love overflowing,
wise and knowing...
we so please.

And this Neruda is: :iconsmileflowerplz2::iconperfect-plz::iconsmileflowerplz2:
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