follow me, through
the ferns, I will
be waiting for
bathed in light
are haunting me, through
Time runs fast, and seasons fly
Eternity exists nowhere but in moments –
To the soundtrack of Yö – Joutsenlaulu, in a way a Finnish national song, breathing a graceful down-to-earth melancholia.
you were fantastic to behold, and I am so happy that, crappy though it may be, my zoom camera managed to catch a handful of good images of your silvery-red beauty across one and a half cold cold hours of trying to push the release without blurring the images too much.
the moongazer with the sore arms
Dear Sufjan Stevens,
I loved what you did to your music at your concert in the colosseum theatre in Essen. You and your band took the essence of the songs, gave them enough room to unfold, then swirled and transformed them into their own reprises, occasionally letting things escalate in a multitude of layers beyond the moon and back, and at other times letting the sounds ebb and swell to Sufjan’s solitary softness of a voice.
And I loved the combination of light and video around the oddly shaped background canvas, the beautiful stills of soothing mountain sea panoramas, the childhood VHS videos, and the weirdly evolving geometric shapes.
And really, I was overwhelmed by you, Sufjan, because I never knew someone could deliver a song so meaningfully with the way they moved, sometimes little, sometimes awkwardly, sometimes with weird dance moves I am sure have some sort of tradition to them, and sometimes just moving unselfconsciously in line with the rhythm (which was kinda sexy).
And to top it all off, we could enjoy the concert sitting in comfortable theatre chairs… I wish to see a concert like this again, some day, but until then, I will try to keep this feeling alive in my heart.
Love love love,
I vow to love the summers
for their vibrant greens and the warmth of their suns
But I will also love the winters
for letting me rest and feel inside myself for who I have become
And thus the seasons change, and I with them
And though everything repeats itself, nothing stays the same
In the mountains near Chamorga, Tenerife. 2015.
Alcest: Summer’s Glory
|Ce matin j’ai vu réapparître
L’immense soleil qui nous nourrit
Juillet s’en vient enfin
Ainsi que ton sourire
Nous avons dormi toute une année
A présent réveillons nous
Allons recueillir l’ivresse
Qui vogue dans l’air de l’été
Juillet s’en vient
|This morning, I saw reappear
The immense sun which nourishes us
July is finally approaching
As is your smile
We have slept for the whole of a year
Now let us awake
Let us go and collect the euphoria
which drifts on the winds of summer
July is approaching
Our first adventure on Tenerife was a round way starting from the mountain town of Chamorga, over the pass of the Casas de Tafada, passing the light house down near the coast, going the optional way down to the ocean through the little abandoned town of Roque Bermejo and then back up through the corresponding canyon Barranco Roque Bermejo all the way until Chamorga.
The way the trail started off going up a ways into the mountain is perhaps the most beautiful trail beginning I have run so far. Continue reading Anaga Mountain Range – To Bathe in Beauty
Short moment on Tenerife, looking out over a mountain range and La Laguna until the center of the island in the distance, the Pico del Teide.