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In Alberta, Canada, Hedy Bach Photography, iPhoneography, Landscape, Mobile photography, Outsider view, Photography, Rural life, Travel, Words of music on 2015/11/22 at 05:00

According to Buddha

In one of my former lives I was a cloud. The cloud had a nice time in the sky, travelling around and looking down. A cloud is sometimes transformed into rain, and when the rain comes, the cloud isn’t scared to death. The cloud knows that the rain is something very exciting too. So, instead of crying, the cloud begins to sing and becomes the rain falling on fields and into the rivers.

Hedy Bach Photography

Hedy Bach Photography

Hedy Bach Photography

Hedy Bach Photography

Hedy Bach Photography

Hedy Bach Photography

Hedy Bach Photography

Hedy Bach Photography

Hedy Bach Photography

Hedy Bach Photography

but hold me fast, hold me fast
’cause i’m a hopeless wanderer
and hold me fast, hold me fast
’cause i’m a hopeless wanderer
i will learn, i will learn to love the skies i’m under

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random Canadian air iPhoneography shots ~ by Hedy Bach ~ 2015.

 

  1. Cool shots. Shooting from the plane can be hit or miss. You did well. I hope you’re going someplace fun and full of lovely images to make.

    • I wish I was wandering but now I’m home…these are a collection from 3 Canadian trips over this year…and yes I love the little challenge of capturing shots…I love looking out the window ☺️thanks Chris happy day to you and for your travels!

  2. What a selection of cloud formations, love them.

  3. I find myself chanting, “Oh I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the sky on laughter-silvered wings…” Too lazy to look up the author again, sorry!

    • Thank you Penny I had to fetch the rest ☺️ so lovely…
      Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
      And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
      Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
      Of sun-split clouds, –and done a hundred things
      You have not dreamed of –Wheeled and soared and swung
      High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there
      I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
      My eager craft through footless halls of air…
      Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
      I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
      Where never lark or even eagle flew —
      And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
      The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
      Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

      Appreciate you saying ☺️ compose a happy day!

  4. nice quote to go with these photos. i’ll enjoy sitting with this for awhile. 🙂
    (found it attributed to John Gillespie Magee, Jr @ http://www.skygod.com/quotes/highflight.html )

    • and i found it in For the Time Being: Ethnography of Everyday Life…acknowledging Thích Nhất Hạnh…so who knows…i’m sloppy 😉 and i also loved the words…so i add a few more that may fit too 🙂 “Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don’t even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child — our own two eyes. All is a miracle.” …thank you kindly BeeBa Kae for your sharing…i appreciate it…compose a happy day! smiles hedy

  5. Great pictures, great poem.

    Kind regards,

  6. Beautiful, as always! 🙂

  7. happy cloud U 🙂

  8. Reblogged this on Belleva and commented:
    Really enjoyed this journalistic take on Buddhism. A beautiful way of life and outlook … Let us know what you think? Love Belleva. X

  9. I thank you for your beautiful photos. And I thank you for McGee’s exquisite poem.
    Alison

  10. wonderful series, Hedy. I love to sit at the window seat and enjoy everything outside. 🙂

  11. Rhythm like the 1812 – love it.

  12. and the rain will become clouds again 😉

  13. Third picture down; are those vortices caused by the wingtips? Tremendously outstanding set overall.

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