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Where The Soul Can Rest

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 12:10:50 -0800

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In a place where the force of gravity doesn't exist...

A photo I took recently at "Parc Güell" in Barcelona, Spain.
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Forever Always

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Forever always
My heart shall stay,
Forever always
No different way.

Just as the present shall be,
So shall all life turn;
We are just only - we,
And reap what we earn.

Forever always
In content and worth,
Forever always
From start of all birth.

We know what we see,
It should us concern;
The soul that lies in me,
In flames it shall burn...

Forever always
If I think differently,
Forever always
Please let it not be.

The Light and The Prophet

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 11:16:37 -0800

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A man I met during my trip in Tunisia a few months ago.
He was waiting peacefully in the sand (full of seaweed).
Although I took this picture in winter, the light was really
strong, the sea behind was quite and the sand very white.
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Just Come Along

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

We are all with different roots
Needing time to grow on
In the night there are beauts
A strayed ways lonesome spawn
Feelings that come and go
Moving the shadows again
Flowers on hills and snow
Dark sighted unknown guardsmen

Desperate ways feeling so alone
You and I - needing it all
Breezing of thoughts pebble and stone
What comes to you in this call?
Never be again without a guide
Medicine is in its bags
Some is gone river have dried
What are left are only its tags

Be what you stand always for
Riding the dales and the hills
Destiny knows if there's more
Pattern and structure out of it twills
Going on never to despair
Waiting and moving destiny
Nothing is ever reasonable fair
Just come along and ride with me

The Shepherd's Call

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Sat, 24 Sep 2011 06:21:21 -0700

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An amazing man I met during my recent trip in Spain.
He didn't talk, he didn't move, but I knew he wanted
me to take photos of him... The sheeps and clouds
behind were in the perfect position. I was lucky to be
there. The above picture has been shot with the
Samsung NX11 (Samsung Electronics. Co., Ltd).
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I'll Walk Your Heart

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

I'll walk your heart,
Side by side;
Into the night,
And be your guide.

Like sunrise beams,
Or steps in ways;
Together dreams,
That never stays.

And what we believe,
Will never be gone;
From where we start,
Out into the sun.

I'll walk your heart,
From wrong or right;
I'll be your dream,
And there I'll abide.

If you want my heart,
Come steal it away;
But know my warning,
It knows of none nay.

Sunset in Santorini

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 20:20:36 -0700

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A magic evening it was. Santorini is an Island in Greece. It's
known worldwide for its unique sunsets and breathtaking view
of the volcano and surrounding islands...

The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10
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Romance

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 19:50:07 -0700

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A magic evening it was. Santorini Island, Greece.

The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10
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Symphony

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Tue, 08 Jun 2010 23:57:05 -0700

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I took this picture a few days ago in Lessive near Rochefort, Belgium.
I titled it "Symphony" because the lines in the field made me think
about sheet music and also because I felt there was a special
harmony between all the elements.

The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10 (that picture
was exhibited at Samsung D’light (Samsung’s exhibit hall in Seoul,
South Korea) during the opening ceremony for the Imageloger project)
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Like a Butterfly

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

There was love in his heart everywhere
From inside and out like a butterfly
His distances were there to all of here
From the deep underneath and open sky
Feelings to carry the influence of flowers
Running through the battered seaweed in their prime
Morning of feelings and after night hours
All of the corrosive standings of time

Pure of true gifts and reputation whole
The brimming with joys in offering suns
Greenery fields of the earth in growing role
As every moment in summer now runs
Abyss of silences to give treasures
All is now joy of coloring pleasures

Indian Summer

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 08:15:49 -0700

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This is a photo I took in one of the Forests of the "Mont Saint-Hilaire" in Canada. Mont Saint-Hilaire is a steep-sided circular formation rising some 250 meters above the Saint Lawrence plain. It comprises one of the last remnants of old growth deciduous forest in Quebec and hosts many rare and endangered species. It is located about 32 km east of Montreal. The biosphere reserve is located near a major urban region of some 3.5 million people. Increasing urban development around Mont Saint-Hilaire and a growing number of visitors has led to the multiplication of human disturbances and fragmentation of the forest which once covered the entire Richelieu Valley. The protection of the greenbelt and forest corridors which surround Mount Saint-Hilaire is one of the main goals of the biosphere reserve. (Source: www.unesco.org)
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Outside and Inside the Richelieu River

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 19:48:41 -0700

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This is a view of the Richelieu River, which flows in Quebec,
Canada. The water was so clean and transparent that my
camera printed all the elements under the water as well...
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Basilica of the Sacred Heart, Brussels

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 04:04:52 -0700

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Taken in the morning during a very foggy and cold day...

The National Basilica of the Sacred Heart is a Roman Catholic Minor Basilica and parish church in Brussels. The church was dedicated to the Sacred Heart, inspired by the Basilique du Sacré-Coeur in Paris. Symbolically King Leopold II laid the first stone of the basilica in 1905 during the celebrations of the 75th anniversary of Belgian independence. The construction was halted by the two World Wars and wasn't finished until 1969. Belonging to the Metropolitan Archdiocese of Mechlin-Brussels, it is the sixth largest Roman Catholic church by area in the world.

Located in the Parc Elisabeth atop the Koekelberg Hill in Brussels' Koekelberg municipality, the church is popularly known as the Koekelberg Basilica. The massive brick and concrete reinforced church features two thin towers and a green copper dome that rises 89 metres (290 ft) above the esplanade, dominating the northwestern skyline of Brussels.
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Voices of Solitude

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 10:55:31 -0700

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I See Light

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 09:35:25 -0700

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Taken in Saint Malo, France, I have edited my picture to magnify the colors,
the light effects... But there was something special in the air that evening.
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This Light

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

This light is a light out
In its flickering caressing flow
Some themes in shadows about
In their way in, to and fro go

Those pleasing of dim flames
So dear to the night to hold
The streets of the nocturnal names
From inside dreams never told

Those light from bulbs and fiction
To carry their ecstasies run
Without this worlds addiction
Universes between night and evening sun

Deepness of being something more
To give us their spills of shadows
Each dripping dropp of glowing store
That with the new day all goes

Dim lights from lamps here between
In glowing thick gloomy night
The winter thoughts not else seen
In ordinary underneath daylight

The feeling forgotten into sleep
But giving its breath of being
Something among between to keep
Without it actually all seeing

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The poem appeared on www.poemhunter.com/peter-s-quinn

The Way To Her Heart

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Fri, 29 May 2009 19:27:35 -0700

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I think about her all the time... A stolen instant
I captured in a park near Brussels in Belgium.
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Beautiful Evening Comes

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Beautiful evening comes,
In sweet rendezvous melody;
Like the silvery amalgams,
With it's wings so playfully.
Daybreak in orange grove,
In the blue blossomy;
That comes for a night glow,
And late hours so bonny.

Where can a brownie be,
That loves a glitter bloom;
And flies a round a tree,
Like summer's little groom.
Heart as gold at daybreak,
When the fairies all fly in;
Newborn in morning wake,
With their little fluffy spin.

Then starts the new singing,
For what was quiet and still;
The fiery light is clinging,
Over the sleepy drown hill.
Come closer you new day,
With breeze there roundabout;
Amid rose bay in the way,
Taking away the nights doubt.

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The poem appeared on www.poemhunter.com/peter-s-quinn

Spirit of the Earth

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Thu, 28 May 2009 01:18:25 -0700

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Goodbye Troubles

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Wed, 27 May 2009 01:12:40 -0700

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The Eden of that Dim Lake

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Wed, 13 May 2009 23:20:36 -0700

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This is "Morskie Oko", the largest and fourth deepest lake of the Tatra Mountains in Poland. It is situated in the Rybi Potok Valley, at the base of the Mięguszowiecki Summits, and deep within the Tatra National Park. A beautiful place I visited some time ago.
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The Lake

A poem by Edgar Allan Poe

In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less-
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.

But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody-
Then- ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.

Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight-
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define-
Nor Love- although the Love were thine.

Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining-
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.

Guardian Angels

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Sun, 08 Mar 2009 18:55:20 -0700

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The Meadow God Forgot

nobody@flickr.com (Ben Heine) — Thu, 05 Mar 2009 18:55:44 -0800

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Believe in the Days Ahead

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Believe in the days ahead
Filling the moments gone
The argues of everything's dead
Feelings locked down and done
Keep every new day to sing
Filling hearts with better outlook
Settling down to something
What the winter away took

Let's climb up a higher hill
Finding the cloths of the green
Moments of futures to fulfill
And everything there between
Summersets are yet to come
Numberless hours to find and fill
Where everything blossoming is from
Making each morning a thrill

Give every new step's walk
Into the unknown spring thrust
There are lots and lots of talk
How to behave and adjust
Let's not get into little details
Just let it all happening again
There are finding at each trails
Clearing the lost ounces regimen

Take another step to tomorrow
Bring each ones loneliness down
Nowhere around is now sorrow
Only the happiness in town
Move above ribbons of rain
Feel the new closeness to spring
Take away the dark numb pain
Talk to the morning and sing

Each day is coming in its glory
Finding the beauty that's coming
Much is in earth's seedlings story
Raising the saplings and summing
What once was here is all undone
Nowhere around its coldness strands
Now is the time of golden twine sun
Joining together people in hands

Let's not now think of an empty room
With darkness bed of snow
With every bottomless winter's gloom
Coming in cold and dim glow
Every dark night in bluish moon
With some of its deep mystery
Are moment's months ahead of June
Love songs to come so passionately

Prurience plays go sometimes rough
Deep from the heart where it's taught
Ways of some are in its own bluff
Making no guarantee of what it ought
Something of new could again teach
Filling new thoughts of sure what's true
Harder to master even to reach
All is in the distances of me and you

Believe when I say you must now sing
Start just over to want so much
Everything to offer is in its new traveling
Reach in darkness that's now out of touch
You have the strings to match wholly
Letting old stories from you leave
You can let it come or pass solely
End of days stories into its weave

Everything is coming into rose's bed
Feelings of sorrow has now all left
Just days tomorrow and days ahead
Bring into the past all darkness bereft
Feelings so easy of something now new
Filling the dust of time and the old
Instead of newly tunes going through
As days into clean fragrances unfold

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