Archive for the 'Nature' Category

October 10, 2014

June 9, 2018

La Carelia del Nord è una terra dai contrasti forti. Nei giorni di bel tempo, l’autunno è splendido, il giallo delle betulle infiamma i boschi, le loro foglie si spandono nell’aria come petali e ricoprono tutto: le rocce muscose, le acque azzurre dei laghi sterminati, le dighe dei castori. Nei giorni di pioggia, chilometri di foreste desolate, di alberi abbattuti da un male misterioso, ricoperti solo da licheni verdi e viola, e da eriche scure. Il cielo ovunque è grigio, non si distingue l’ora del giorno, e la desolazione e l’oscurità entrano nel cuore.

 

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October 7, 2014

June 9, 2018

Quest’estate una tempesta ha sradicato alberi in un raggio di quattro chilometri nella foresta. Il sentiero si perde, i suoi circoli arancioni sui tronchi travolti dalla tempesta, atterrati. Abeti e betulle intere, a gruppi, ostacolano il percorso, cancellano la sua breve traccia al suolo, e così via a perdita d’occhio nella foresta, desolazione che si somma alla consueta desolazione del paesaggio, immobilità di morte che si aggiunge alla totale immobilità del bosco, del cielo sempre uguale dal mattino alla sera, persino delle foglie che non si muovono, non si muovono mai.

Chiedo informazioni, finalmente, a quei due operai che manovrano fino a notte inoltrata le ruspe che puliscono lentamente la foresta dalle carcasse. Ci sono arrivato, a loro, seguendo i pochi simboli che ancora rimanevano, molti dei quali a terra, ad intuire la traccia del sentiero. Mi indicano un rifugio. Mi ci insedio. Poco dopo arriva un vecchio cacciatore con un labrador nero, giovanissimo. Passiamo la notte al rifugio. Finalmente un po’ di fuoco e calore, dopo la scorsa notte freddissima e umida. Per la prima volta vedo un gufo, vicino al lago, che sembra chiedermi conto della mia vita, con i suoi occhi aguzzi e congelati.

Ora non c’è più luce per scrivere.

 

June 9, 2018

“Chi più in alto sale, più lontano vede. Chi più lontano vede, più a lungo sogna.” ~ Walter Bonatti

May 26, 2018

Virgin of the animals, Duerer

Jacob Böhme

May 20, 2018

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May 17, 2018

“The scale of the universe suddenly opened up to me. It was a kind of religious experience. There was a magnificence to it, a grandeur, a scale which has never left me. Never ever left me.” ~ Carl Sagan

 

May 13, 2018

“We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.

Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It’s been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”

~ Carl Sagan, 1994.

National Gallery Berlin

January 13, 2018

Alexandre Calame

Campagna landscape, Arnold Böcklin

Ocean breakers (the sound), Arnold Böcklin

Deep in the forest by moonlight, Friedrich

Moonrise by the sea, Friedrich

Knight's castle, Lessing

Castle by the river, Schinkel

Tilla Durieux depicting Circe, Von Stuck

And also: “Cabin covered in snow”, Friedrich. “After the rain”, Baum. “Low country at the Rhine”, Thoma.

May 19, 2017

“Nature” is what we see
The Hill – the Afternoon
Squirrel – Eclipse – the Bumble bee
Nay – Nature is Heaven
Nature is what we hear
The Bobolink – the Sea
Thunder – the Cricket
Nay – Nature is Harmony
Nature is what we know
Yet have no art to say
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.

~ Emily Dickinson

April 9, 2017