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BS: Memories of beautiful views

MGM·Lion 02 Oct 11 - 08:22 AM
Rapparee 02 Oct 11 - 10:44 AM
Jeri 02 Oct 11 - 04:58 PM
Rapparee 02 Oct 11 - 05:12 PM
gnu 02 Oct 11 - 05:32 PM
ragdall 02 Oct 11 - 06:04 PM
olddude 02 Oct 11 - 06:21 PM
Joe_F 02 Oct 11 - 06:32 PM
gnu 02 Oct 11 - 08:46 PM
Rapparee 02 Oct 11 - 08:57 PM
gnu 02 Oct 11 - 09:48 PM
Janie 03 Oct 11 - 12:10 AM
gnu 03 Oct 11 - 03:54 PM
frogprince 03 Oct 11 - 07:59 PM
ranger1 03 Oct 11 - 09:44 PM
MGM·Lion 04 Oct 11 - 12:38 AM
Ed T 04 Oct 11 - 06:19 PM
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Subject: BS: Memories of beautiful views
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 02 Oct 11 - 08:22 AM

I started a thread a little while ago about the beautiful view I can see now over the top of my WP. In it I mentioned some other beautiful views I had seen ~~ The Grand Canyon & The Great Wall of China.

But [present company thru my window excepted] the beautiful view I best remember was from Delphi. Not the famous Oracle Valley, though that was indeed exquisite of course; but after we had seen it Valerie & I had lunch on the first floor of a taverna on the edge of the town, sitting in a window from which we could see mile after mile of olive groves stretching gently down and away into the distance. I can see that in my mind's eye 37 years later, if I have counted correctly.

What to compare can you see in your mind's eye?

~Michael~


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Subject: RE: BS: Memories of beautiful views
From: Rapparee
Date: 02 Oct 11 - 10:44 AM

Early morning on the coast south of Seoul, with the rocks and a fishing boat looking like ghosts in the morning haze. The north rim of the Grand Canyon. The Dingle Peninsula, West Cork, Knocknaree. The mist rising off the Mississippi River under a 2 a.m. full moon, looking like ghosts arising. The Tombigbee River at 5:30 a.m., with a "log" off to starboard that blinks its eyes and makes you thankful you're not swimming. The bay at Homer, Alaska. Mt. St. Elias. Three Guardsmen Pass in the Yukon. The fumorules and hot pots in Yellowstone in the winter. Chaco Canyon. A neolithic flint mine in East Anglia and the US Cemetery a Cambridge. Antietam, Shiloh, and Gettysburg battlefieds. Being on a very chilly hillside just as the sun comes up and touches the frost jewels on corn stubble in the field where you hope a deer will be -- and waking up three or four hours later to go get some coffee.


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Subject: RE: BS: Memories of beautiful views
From: Jeri
Date: 02 Oct 11 - 04:58 PM

If I were ever to lose my sight, I'm sure I'd adapt, but vision, especially color, sometimes feels like a drug.
There have been so many beautiful things I've seen: the Sistine Chapel, and all of Vatican city, Notre Dame's flying buttresses and gargoyles, and that huge pipe organ, Rome, Florence, and all of Venice.
The tower in St Mark's square is open to the public. You pay to walk up the stairs, and are then rewarded with a breathtaking view. From a less lofty point of view, this is one direction. The gold leaf is real gold, the marble is all different colors. You can't really see it in the photo. If you look out to sea, the water is an amazing cerulean green* with waves gilded by sunlight. You can take pictures, but the magic only seems to happen when you're looking at the water.

Have you seen those cheesy, ubiquitous prints of layered lavenders representing mountains? When you're flying into sunrise after hours on a plane, and you see Korea for the first time, and it's all faraway misty pastel mountains, back-lit by a huge peachy-orange sun that seems to wash the air in watercolor light, when you open your eyes after not really sleeping, and THIS is the view that greets you, it's hard not to tear up just a little. Good morning, you!

*If I had a spare $332, I'd buy that dress SO fast! (A reason to wear it might be nice, too.)


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Subject: RE: BS: Memories of beautiful views
From: Rapparee
Date: 02 Oct 11 - 05:12 PM

That's why it's called "The Land Of The Morning Calm."


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Subject: RE: BS: Memories of beautiful views
From: gnu
Date: 02 Oct 11 - 05:32 PM

I have seen the night sky so close I could touch it... it touched me.

I have seen the northern lights race over my head so fast it made my head spin.

I have seen a huge dorsal fin so close to me while I was standing ankle deep in water on a boulder that I pissed myself.

I have seen a forest fire rage so close to me that I swam into a lake.

I have seen the water surface rush toward me when the float plane I was in nearly turned over when the wind caught it on taxi a mile from shore. The beautiful part was seeing the dock when the pilot got us back to shore.

I have seen a cow moose do a piss dance less than twenty feet from me, oblivious to my presence.

I have seen three bull moose fight less than 20 yards from me.

I have seen a cock birch partridge charge me, defending his hens.

I have seen a HUGE bull moose lick sugar and eat carrots from my hand.

I have seen a large boar black bear come at me with calm silent intent (that's REALLY scarey) when all I had was my knowlegde to defend myself.

I have seen SO many things and didn't have a camera.

I am an idiot.

Seriously, I could go on and on. But that would just make me more of an idiot for not carrying a camera.

PS... some of those may not be beautiful views but when I look back, I think they all are.


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Subject: RE: BS: Memories of beautiful views
From: ragdall
Date: 02 Oct 11 - 06:04 PM

gnu,
Your views gave me goose bumps. You've had some awesome experiences.

rags


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Subject: RE: BS: Memories of beautiful views
From: olddude
Date: 02 Oct 11 - 06:21 PM

First time I ever laid eyes on anyone of my kids when they were born


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Subject: RE: BS: Memories of beautiful views
From: Joe_F
Date: 02 Oct 11 - 06:32 PM

One time, donkey's years ago, I took an overnight flight from New York to London, and the plane went way north to dodge a storm, so I got to see the pack ice in the moonlight.


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Subject: RE: BS: Memories of beautiful views
From: gnu
Date: 02 Oct 11 - 08:46 PM

Dan... you win... sniff...


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Subject: RE: BS: Memories of beautiful views
From: Rapparee
Date: 02 Oct 11 - 08:57 PM

July, 1963, Ft. Leonard Wood, Missouri. Training in night firing of rifles on a range miles from light pollution on a night with no moon.

You would shoot at a target you hoped you could see, and when you were finished you rolled over on your back. And then...

Up and down the firing line were cries of wonder, for the Milky Way was splashed from horizon to horizon. Many of the troops were from the city and had never seen stars before, much less like this.

And it made you feel very, very small indeed.


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Subject: RE: BS: Memories of beautiful views
From: gnu
Date: 02 Oct 11 - 09:48 PM

I have seen a hummingbird kick the asses of of several robins in an aerial show that was amazing while defending his mate, nest and young.

I have seen a male crow spend the winter here looking after his mate when she was lame and couldn't migrate south, preening her and feeding her in nasty winter conditions.

I have seen a falcon make 9 attempts to nail mice within 40 feet of me and not get a single mouse.

I have seen a huge white tail buck take on a dozen yotes in an open field on snow and kill two of them without getting taken down. (BTW... I trailed that buck for five hours before I caught up to him only because the yotes held him up and I could have taken him during the fight but, when I saw that, I gave up hunting deer. Oh, yeah, he never would have been taken as I was locked and loaded... never fired a shot... I knew he was okay.)

I have watched cock birch partridge feather and drum twenty feet from me.

I have sat in the woods of Kent County, New Brunswick and watched the silence at dusk. Everything stops. I have snapoped my fingers near my ears to see if the silence was real.

I've looked up a woods road in Kent County at 2AM on a full moon and seen moose and deer 300m away.

I've watched a porcupine give birth. And a moose.

I've watched a beaver splash me repeatedly because it didn't like me fishing while standing on it's dam. I smacked it with my fishing rod the fourth time. It left me alone after that.

I've seen a white birch 18"+ at the butt felled by a beaver. I did have a camera. But, even tho I took at least two pics of that tree, the pics did not come out... odd indeed. Maybe it was just for my eyes.

I've seen a silver birch that is AMAZING... every time we travelled by it, we stopped to pay homage to this tree. I am talking 60' without a knot and 100' or better tall. Incredible tree!

I've seen eels make a nest with rocks in a brook. I've seen them "camoflage" themseles as sticks as I approached. I have seen them do the same thing and grab trout as they swam by.

I have seen Orion tell me the time while sleeping in a fern patch all night in a clearing 20 km from my truck. I liked going back in the bush... away from everybody and everything. Animals are so much nicer than people.


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Subject: RE: BS: Memories of beautiful views
From: Janie
Date: 03 Oct 11 - 12:10 AM

Aaaahhhh.   gnu.



Whether the perspective of the vista is from down in the holler or up on the ridge, the mists rising or settling anywhere in the central and southern Appalachians, land that I love.

The woods in mid-afternoon in late winter, when the play of light and shadow is exquisite, and the quality of light causes the tree trunks, lichens, mosses, rocks and leaf litter to glow.

A full moon setting over the Gulf of Mexico in the wee hours as we paddled out to the Content Keys, stuck on mudflats for several hours at low tide in the back country of Florida Bay in winter. (I've never been to the Keys in summer, and don't know how the quality of light might be different.)

My only trip up the Big Sur and a bit north of there to the Muir Woods and Point Reyes National Seashore was very exotic and has left an indelible visual impression even 20+ years later. I especially remember the cliffs and whirling seas, as well as the sea otters at Point Lobos, the cathedral-like impact of the filtered light and shadows of the Muir Woods, and the beautiful colors and effects of water, wind, wave and rock at Point Reyes, so very different from the southern Atlantic coast. Same trip and different, but equally remembered was the long drive back to Los Angeles down the Central Valley with mile after mile of undulating hills covered in brown and tan grasses and windmills.

The big field that abuts my mother's house any time of year, but especially in late summer and early fall, with it's large and somewhat cacophonous sweep of goldenrod, New York Iron-weed, staghorn sumac, coreopsis, pokeweed with lots of purple berries, the occasioan Queen Anne's Lace blooming late because it was browsed earlier by white-tailed deer, accented here and there by the green of Eastern Red Cedar seedlings, and the whole polyglot of native and alien species of trees seedlings, annuals and perennials involved with the evolutionary progression of flora and fauna in that part of the world are present. Pretty awesome.

That field has an interesting history just in my lifetime. This is not the thread or the time to tell it, but it is the mundane nuts and bolts of which the stuff of folklore, and therefore the history of communities can be traced, so maybe sometime I will do so.

The stark and crisply detailed shadow cast courtesy of a streetlight by a small potted ivy hanging on the porch onto the white clapboard siding of my former millhouse bungalow in a small southern village in the USA.


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Subject: RE: BS: Memories of beautiful views
From: gnu
Date: 03 Oct 11 - 03:54 PM

Janie... "This is not the thread or the time to tell it..."

I hope it is someday. It sounds "awesome" indeed.


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Subject: RE: BS: Memories of beautiful views
From: frogprince
Date: 03 Oct 11 - 07:59 PM

I've been fortunate enough to see a few of the good scenic views: Grand Canyon, California coast, rocky New England coast, & more. My wife and I returned 3 weeks ago from our longest time on the road together yet. We drove to California for a niece's wedding, then to Utah to see Zion, Bryce, Arches, and Canyonlands national parks. Got back just in time to prepare this shot from Zion for the show our art association has up now.


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Subject: RE: BS: Memories of beautiful views
From: ranger1
Date: 03 Oct 11 - 09:44 PM

Looking out over the frozen, frosty peaks of the White Mountains from the top of Mt. Osceola, with the sky as blue as blue could be.

Alpenglow over the Whites on our way back down Osceola, painting the peaks pink and gold.

Looking out over the autumn landscape from the top of Mt. Katahdin on the most perfect of fall days.

The sun shining through the morning mist rising off Nesowadnahunk Stream, turning the world the most exquisite shade of gold.

My nephew Austin at the age of two blowing soap bubbles in a field and giggling with joy.

The Damariscotta River seething with mating horseshoe crabs.

A patch of 50+ pink ladyslippers with the ocean in the background.

Pemaquid Harbor framed in the window of Fort William Henry.

Just about anywhere out in the country in Ireland.

A young doe standing in a sunbeam with her coat glowing copper like a new penny.


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Subject: RE: BS: Memories of beautiful views
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 04 Oct 11 - 12:38 AM

Glad to have been reminded by frogprince of Bryce Canyon, an amazing place whose "hoodoos" look as if they have been sculpted out of terra cotta: probably most abiding visual memory of a Discovery America Western States tour that Valerie & I went on a few years before her death.

Another memory of same tour is of a condor swooping over the Grand Canyon,

~M~


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Subject: RE: BS: Memories of beautiful views
From: Ed T
Date: 04 Oct 11 - 06:19 PM

This video reminded me of many of my memories of views as a youth, growing up on Prince Edward Island. And, it was a joy :)

Prince Edward Island, Canada


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Subject: RE: BS: Memories of beautiful views
From: paula t
Date: 05 Oct 11 - 02:22 PM

One of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen was when I was 3 years old.Just before a thunder storm (beautiful in its own right) the enormous oak tree in the field across our lane turned to burnished gold in a ray of sunlight against a steely dark grey sky.I was completely awestruck. Everyone in our row of cottages came out to look. After the initial cries of surprise, no-one spoke a word. We all stood and stared. The collective, wistful sigh when the sun went in and the tree became, "just a tree" again was something I will always remember.I've seen trees "glow" since then , but not one of them has appeared to turn to metal like that one did. At three years old I believed the tree had actually become real gold, because it shone so brightly. Magical.

Since then I've been stunned by the sight of humpback whales swimming underneath our catamaran off Ka'anapali beach on Maui, Haleakala crater (Maui again) as it appeared out of thick cloud and was lit by sunlight, a rainforest gorge which magically appeared when our waiter pulled up the blinds on our restaurant verandha after a rainstorm on Mauritius.

There are so many more.The view from the Pheasant pub at Burwardsley in Cheshire is something not to be forgotten. However,the one which never fails to take my breath away is the view across the South Northamptonshire countryside from our garden. I never fail to remember how lucky I am.


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Subject: RE: BS: Memories of beautiful views
From: gnu
Date: 05 Oct 11 - 02:48 PM

Froggy... Ed... thanks.

paula t... awesome... thanks.


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Subject: RE: BS: Memories of beautiful views
From: Wolfhound person
Date: 06 Oct 11 - 11:00 AM

The sun setting into the Atlantic at 10.30pm from North Uist in late May.

Paws


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Subject: RE: BS: Memories of beautiful views
From: Lizzie Cornish 1
Date: 06 Oct 11 - 03:08 PM

5.30am, couldn't sleep...8 months pregnant...I opened the doors of the hotel room and breathed in the sheer beauty of a Dartmouth morning...early morning sunshine peeping through the few clouds in an already azure sky...reflecting on the bluegreen waters of The River Dart, upon which sailed two scarlet fishing boats, on their way out to sea....I waved to the fishermen on board and they all waved back...I watched them disappear around the bend of the river, where it meets the ocean....

A month later, looking down into my newborn daughter's face for the very first time....

Nearly eight years after that, doing the same with her brother, but this time I almost refused to let myself look at the view in front of me, for fear he'd be taken from me too, as had the two little souls before...but he cried, strong and loud...and it was the best view EVER. And just now, peeping into his room, watching him, 17 years later, sitting by his computer, his favourite cat on his lap, quietly tip-tapping away, oblivious to me peeping. :0)

Doing a paper-round with my son, when he was around 12. A cold winter's morning, but as we pulled around the corner to our first delivery address we were hit by a rose-pink sky to the right of us..We delivered the first paper, then cycled to the seafront as fast as we could...and when we got there, our mouths literally fell open!
I think God had his paintbox out that day, or maybe he had summoned Leonardo de Vinci to paint Him a Sunrise So Spectacular that morning.....Oh, the COLOURS!! Rose Pink floating down from Golden Clouds that reflected downwards into the sea, turning the gentle waves into blush pink, then the rosegold-light flew back up to the clouds again, lighting them from beneath...No theatre director could have achieved that sensational view!   It will stay with Josh and I until we die..and we both knew it was a real privilege to see it...



Around 5/6 years back, walking back to our hotel in York, the children and I. It was dark, around midnight, and we were the only ones there, walking alongside the river. There was a full moon...Two swans appeared..one fast asleep, her head tucked into her wings. Her mate was swimming just in front of her, watching her all the time, looking back, checking her....We stood silent, watching them...There was a weir approaching, but she didn't wake, she had no need to, for her mate just kept swimming her backwards, gently pushing her with his beak. He did this continually....and we stayed with them for about 30 minutes..I guess he continued until she awoke..when I'm sure he'd have kissed her with a smile..

The most *unbelievable* display of Trust & Love I have ever witnessed......

And finally, just a few years back now, 2008, a view that made me smile with warmth, and tears too, as I held Bruce Murdoch's CD 'Matters of the Heart' in my hands for the first time...which I'm listening to right now, as I write this...

And from Bruce's wonderful songs I have hundreds of the most BEAUTIFUL Views running through my head....

:0)


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