Posts Tagged ‘Rich Gigli’

Gigli’s Photo of the Week

Tuesday, April 17th, 2012

Photography by Rich Gigli

Cooks Falls, N.Y.

Spring Embrace – (Gigli 1997)

 Silent colors of spring

 the eye can not hear.

 Pinions of birds in flight

 the ear can not see.

 Boundless sky radiant

 the hand can not touch.

 Oh ancient beauty in your fleeting moments awaken

 rest upon the withered soul embrace.

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

Gigli’s Photo of the Week

Monday, April 2nd, 2012

Photography by Rich Gigli

Branch Brook Park, Newark, N.J.

 

‘Woman seated under a cherry blossom tree’ – by Kuniyoshi Utagawa (1797-1861)

The Japanese beauty of Edo
she sat delicate in the garden;
she observed the cherry blossoms:
the beauty
the stillness
the quiet and
the blossoms faded almost days after
and the beauty –
O she too followed the way
of the blossoms;
and here I am ages after
and I long for the beauty
impossible to touch
and who sat in the garden

 


 

 

 

 

 

Gigli’s Photo of the Week

Friday, March 23rd, 2012

Photography by Rich Gigli

Horton Brook, New York

Spring Carol by Robert Louis Stevenson

WHEN loud by landside streamlets gush,
And clear in the greenwood quires the thrush,
With sun on the meadows
And songs in the shadows
Comes again to me
The gift of the tongues of the lea,
The gift of the tongues of meadows.

Gigli’s Photo of the Week

Wednesday, March 14th, 2012

Photography by Rich Gigli

Potato Fields, P.E.I.

The Incas called the potato “papas,” as they do today. Following is the Inca prayer that historians say they used to worship them.

“O Creator! Thou who givest life to all things and hast made men that they may live, and multiply. Multiply also the fruits of the earth, the potatoes and other food that thou hast made, that men may not suffer from hunger and misery.”

 

Gigli’s Photo of the Week

Monday, March 5th, 2012

Photography by Rich Gigli

Silently a flower blooms,
In silence it falls away;
Yet here now, at this moment, at this place,
The world of the flower, the whole of
the world is blooming.
This is the talk of the flower, the truth
of the blossom:
The glory of eternal life is fully shining here.
– Zenkei Shibayama- (Rinzai Zen Master 1894 – 1974)

Gigli’s Photo of the Week

Tuesday, February 28th, 2012

Photography by Rich Gigli

Solitude

Poetry from Robert Louis Stevenson:

I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day,
I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play.

And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood,
And I am very happy, for I know that I’ve been good.

My bed is waiting cool and fresh, with linen smooth and fair,
And I must be off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayer.

I know that, till to-morrow I shall see the sun arise,
No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight my eyes.

But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the dawn,
And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn.

Gigli’s Photo of the Week

Sunday, February 19th, 2012

Photography by Rich Gigli

Winter at Coney Island

Coney Island

Why did you bring me here?
The sand is white with snow,
Over the wooden domes
The winter sea-winds blow–
There is no shelter near,
Come, let us go.

With foam of icy lace
The sea creeps up the sand,
The wind is like a hand
That strikes us in the face.

Doors that June set a-swing
Are bolted long ago;
We try them uselessly–
Alas there cannot be
For us a second spring;
Come, let us go.

Sara Teasdale – 1884 – 1933

Gigli’s Photo of the Week

Wednesday, February 15th, 2012

Photography by Rich Gigli

Solitude

William Butler Yeats, 1865-1939.
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.”

Gigli’s Photo of the Week

Friday, February 3rd, 2012

Photography by Rich Gigli

High Point Monument

Chief Seattle, died June 7, 1866
‘How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them? Every part of the earth is sacred to my people.”

Gigli’s Photo of the Week

Tuesday, January 31st, 2012

Photography by Rich Gigli

High School Sweetheart-1956

A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro’ storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth’s day-star?