And then, I found her…

Guess what, I’m tired of virtual stuff… So what I’m I doing here?

I make hundreds of pictures, but sometimes I meet something that gives me an exceptionnal emotion I’d like to share.

After my last 10 day Vipassana Course at the Dhamma Dipa meditation Center (UK)…

I left  the world to be on my own again, because I had things to do with myself.

Being with people was too easy, and easy things doesn’t help me to progress on the path.

This time was dedicated to lonelyness.

I was rambling in the UK, in Wales precisely.

So I went to the Brecon Beacons National Park. Because it was not far from Dhamma Dipa, and because it sound to be a beautiful place.

From the top of the hill, my knees where exhausted and I was beginning to talk with sheeps, explaining them : they hadn’t any reason to run away because I was a Vegan, just passing by and I like the sun in UK, very impermanent.

Then I examined deeply the world around me and I saw beautiful trees on an other tiny mountain.

So I said to myself that this seemed to be a nice place to sleep at the top tonight.

So, as often, I leaved the public path to walk my own path.

So I went straight, jumping here and there.

The weather was an usual UK weather. Minutes of sun are really precious.

I stopped near a curious forest, very not welcoming and I met the first giant, wich was very impressive. I took pictures and then met his tortured cousin, more impressive. I stopped under his protection and I meditate during one hour, waiting for the rain to quiet a little…

And so I rambled in this odd forest, further and further and deeper and deeper… and then, I met her.

As I was alone with no tripod, I couldn’t stand at her feet while taking the photography, to show you how huge she was, so you can’t really imagine its size.

Huge. Impressive. Inspiring a total respect.

Her tronc is more than 3 meters large. I didn’t take measures. I would say 5. I said to my self, maybe I’ll come back one day with somebody to put aside… or not. No importance.

I don’t know her name, and even if trees have names. I don’t know how old is she, and even if she’s a she or he, but we share a perfect moment that is gone now.

Only remains this picture, that could be a little part of a future exhibition.

Or not.

Who knows the future? Or even if he has a future?

Every moment, you should be ready to pass away.

Every single moment is so precious.

That’s why I do no like virtual stuff anymore.

Nastassia at the Pere Lachaise Graveyard (Paris).

Gothic dreams and more…

See also :

• 13 black and white Gothic Pictures at the Pere Lachaise’s Graveyard (Paris)

Sun Light tests.

Have good dreamZ with Ernesto & Nikos.

She’s not an Angel said her stepfather, she’s the devil.

Ok, so she is a fallen Angel.