All senses are engaged. I can hear the train whistle far away, but have no idea where I am. Then doll memories of a frozen lake, a hike where we saw black woodpecker prepare for nesting. Glimpses of forgotten forest and bog pieces. Small areas within the forest that falls into place like a puzzle, and now accounts for my lack of cards, a delightful experience.
It's probably not a secret: We love outdoor life. A lot. During our former book project (sorry, it's in Norwegian), we wanted to try a variety of different forms of outdoor activities. This resulted in many magical trips with the children, where the best are collected in our new book. Now the project is finished, and a growing restlessness has knocked on the door.
India's monsoon rains have covered the entire country a month ahead of schedule,
brightening the prospects for a
bumper output of summer-sown crops such as rice, oilseeds and
cotton in one of the world's leading producers.
During the year I spent following the monsoon in a dozen countries, I learned to see it as a critically important event,
Surrealistische Vereinigungen von Mensch und Natur waren bereits Thema in einem früheren Posting hier auf A&O (siehe hier).
Die in Berlin lebende japanische Künstlerin Moki lässt in ihren Acrylbildern Natur und Mensch auf wunderschöne Weise verschmelzen. Sie sagt dazu: "The beings disappearing in my paintings illustrates the state of mind when you cannot distinguish between you and the other, that feeling of awareness for what surrounds you."