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February 15, 2006

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Filed under: personal — by Ian Rowcliffe @ 10:02 pm

Some days there are no flowers. Some days it just rains. And yet isn’t that why the flower you see on a sunny day is especially beautiful?


February 14, 2006


Filed under: personal — by Ian Rowcliffe @ 9:54 pm


Originally uploaded by icrowcli.

I don’t know if this camellia has a name, but I was told that it hadn’t. Anyway, I call it Big Mac understanding clearly how a name may overshadow beauty. Perhaps, I should stand aside.

Monday, February 13, 2006

Filed under: personal — by Ian Rowcliffe @ 9:44 pm

Monday, February 13, 2006

Have you ever seen a mountain of grace next to a full moon? I have. The event was so fluid that the camera wouldn’t work. Still, now I know that being and imagination really co-exist like nothing else.


Filed under: personal — by Ian Rowcliffe @ 9:42 pm


Originally uploaded by icrowcli.

He was looking at a pink and white camellia when all of a sudden he was transported inside into another world – the sun was shining on a little, white cottage and a young boy was sitting inside drinking coffee from a red mug, dreaming of a pink camellia. The clock ticked 9.00 and he looked up: the camellia world closed and he was locked out again.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Filed under: personal — by Ian Rowcliffe @ 9:35 pm

It seems that one spends a great deal of one’s life un-educating oneself. In a sense, the education system has a cheek stealing people’s individuality. As if there is a norm for behaviour. Behaviour is specific and not much use if generalised.

February 10, 2006


Filed under: personal — by Ian Rowcliffe @ 11:59 am


Originally uploaded by icrowcli.

It is a white magnolia day today. The blooms are all around and everywhere and nowhere. I have tried countless time to take a photograph that reflects the way the light reflects off the myriad of flowers but to no avail… for part of the beauty is a figment of my imagination, an impression of what is to be.

February 9, 2006

Mt. Graca

Filed under: personal — by Ian Rowcliffe @ 6:16 pm

Mt. Graca

Originally uploaded by icrowcli.

There are days when you can see your mountain of grace, yet this day made evade you for months. You pass long dark days and nights with nothing in sight so that the impression left in your memory grows dim. And then one fine day, there she is again as marvellous as ever, and today is that day!

February 8, 2006


Filed under: personal — by Ian Rowcliffe @ 11:47 am


Originally uploaded by icrowcli.

Wednesday, February 8, 2006

I am counting my blessings this morning. These little objects are not the blessings themselves but certainly represent some of them. We have a way of leaving little reminders of our spiritual inheritance: profound and enduring love, that’s what keeps us here!

February 7, 2006

Tuesday, February 7, 2006 – Redstart

Filed under: personal — by Ian Rowcliffe @ 1:39 am


Originally uploaded by icrowcli.

Tuesday, February 7, 2006

I saw a bird that caught my attention. Yes, Stephen was right; sensory input from nature interrupts linear thought. It was a redstart, a male, black-backed, white checked winged redstart – with a ‘red’ invisible tail, of course. Their domain is around the house and they live upstairs under the roof. A bit like ideas in my mind, though, they are smart, energetic little birds carrying my thoughts away heavenwards at the moment.

So where is the redstart in the picture? It flew away in another life time and turned into a flower.

February 6, 2006

February 6, 2006 Friendship as a gateway!

Filed under: personal — by Ian Rowcliffe @ 6:52 pm


Originally uploaded by icrowcli.

Monday, February 6, 2006

Ever think how friends bring out the best in you? Often nature has this effect on me, but sometimes a friend can give you a nudge in the right direction to take a photo or express the moment evoked by nature so that you re-live it – sometimes even more passionately than the first time. In this way, you are doubly blessed.

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