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The Other Side of Ansley Park: A Path To A Gentle Rain

Even the hardest of stones can't withstand the patience of a gentle rain. It is just a matter of time for the rain to convert even the roughest of rocks into a smooth boulder.

The Other Side of Ansley Park: A Path To A Gentle Rain

Even the hardest of stones can't withstand the patience of a gentle rain. It is just a matter of time for the rain to convert even the roughest of rocks into a smooth boulder.

comments (25)

  • ray
  • Thailand
  • 8 Aug 2008, 02:47 a pathway of undulating paving stones...rough edges removed by Nature, and those who have gone this way before...
vz-nostalgia: Beautifully said, Ray. Still, for some rough edges get smoothed as life goes by. For others, life hits so hard, it creates new sharp edges... smile
  • Ada
  • United States
  • 8 Aug 2008, 04:26
really lovely image VZ...I stared at it for ten mins..could think of what to say. really love it.
vz-nostalgia: I'm patient just like rain, Ms. Ada. I'll wait till words return to you. smile
  • anniedog
  • United Kingdom
  • 8 Aug 2008, 09:56
This must be how it feels to cross the road if you are a snail or a worm - the stones must be as big as mountains to them. An unusual shot - I have an image in my brain of you lying spreadeagled on the ground to take this one!
vz-nostalgia: Not all of us are born to fly, Ms. Ingrid. Most are born to crawl. smile
  • Kathryn
  • Germany
  • 8 Aug 2008, 11:28
The rain said to the rock, "You are still emotionally beautiful"

The rock replied, "Have you any doubts in that?"

The rain quickly answered, "Not one...but you do."

Straightening himself up so he looked even harder and more intimidating, the rock responsed in a very self-assured voice, "I don't think of myself in these terms. I'm a rock."


"Rocks are paths to gentle rains. Even the hardest of stones can't withstand the wearing power of a gentle rain," the rain whispered to herself so she would not forget.
vz-nostalgia: There was no one around, when I listened to them talking. How do you know the exact words of the dialogue? Oh wait...That dusky shadow in the wet bushes to the left... It was you hiding in the dark! smile
  • PhotoSam
  • United Kingdom
  • 8 Aug 2008, 11:43
good perspective and excellent conversion...
vz-nostalgia: my pleasure, Sam
  • Philine
  • Germany
  • 8 Aug 2008, 12:08
I totally agree with the thoughts and feeling of anniedog- it never should be thought-out... if we were a street like that, beaten, vulnerated...- self the gentlest rain could never mitigate and wash out all the beatings and blows...- we are - thank God- no street or "path", but not too far away from some similarity- but I don't like to think that out...
vz-nostalgia: I'm not sure I follow your thread of thought here, Ms. Philine. I'm sorry.
  • Tony
  • United States
  • 8 Aug 2008, 13:02
Although this is a beautiful image, when I look at it, all I can think about is how you would have had to lay flat on those wet dirty rocks to take the picture. Did anyone walk by when were doing this? What would you have told them? I'd like to think you would say something clever in Russian then walk away to leave them wonder!
vz-nostalgia: All I say to you, Tony, my pants had to be changed before I went back to the office. smile Not the first time it happened, so it's okay. And, oh... no passersby were hurt by Russian swearing this time. smile
  • Kelly
  • United States
  • 8 Aug 2008, 14:10
To touch the path... maybe by going to your knees or stomach to take this picture somehow you know this place more?
vz-nostalgia: That is how everything starts, isn't it Ms. Kelly? In order to be a good CEO, one has to flip the burgers first, to smell the burning grease. smile
I'm not afraid to stain my shirt and pants to learn or see things in a new light. smile
  • chris
  • United States
  • 8 Aug 2008, 14:20
love the scale contrast: the magnified foreground against the diminished background.
vz-nostalgia: Isn't that how we often see things, Chris? Small things first, while the big picture awaits to be noticed all blurred on the background. smile
This is, I think, not quite what it seems. It makes an interesting image though
vz-nostalgia: oh, i'd like to hear what it seems to you, Bill.
  • Martin
  • United States
  • 8 Aug 2008, 17:34
This is poetic. The composition works very well with that old looking house in the background.
vz-nostalgia: well, that's what poets do, Martin. Everything they touch turn into poetry. smile
Well that's a nice unusual angle on things VIKTOR
vz-nostalgia: The older we get, the lower the view angle gets and closer we get to look at things, Chris. smile
  • Philine
  • Germany
  • 9 Aug 2008, 10:18
Viktor, I don't want to wipe away my first impression, but yesterday I read a poem of Bertolt Brecht, Legend of the Creation of the Taoteking Book by Laotse on His Way Into Exile
, where some wise words of Laotse are mentioned.

"...But on the fourth day among the mountain rocks
A customs man blocked his passage:
"Anything to declare?" - "Nothing."
And the boy that led his ox said: "He was a teacher."
So that, too, was explained.

But the man, who was cheerfully provoked by this,
asked him now: "Did he get anything out of it?"
The boy said: "That weak water in movement,
with time, conquers the powerful stone.
You understand: what is hard succumbs."

I had to remind of your pic and your words.
We have not to accept Brecht's political meaning (he was a Ede/noble-communist) although I'm very wishing some change in China and South-East-Europe!
vz-nostalgia: The ideas of socialism and communism will always appeal to people, Ms. Philine, as at their root they ARE noble- equality for all, happiness (not a pursuit of happiness) for all etc. The best minds of humanity at one point or another were under the influence of these ideas. I guess you can say, they are, like running water, affect even the hardest of the minds. smile
  • terry
  • Nepal
  • 9 Aug 2008, 21:36
time and oblivious strangers, Vik. funny how we affect each other's lives. do you believe in karma ?
vz-nostalgia: A Swiss writer Max Frisch wrote an excellent book "Mein Name Sei Gantenbein" (or just "Gantenbein" in the English-speaking world) that brilliantly illustrates your point of how we affect each other's lives, Terry.
Do I believe in karma? Depends on what you mean by that. There are so many different definitions of karma out there, say the meaning of karma in Eastern religions (Hinduism, Buddhism) is quite different from the one in the Western populist New Age philosophy. smile
  • Philine
  • Germany
  • 10 Aug 2008, 07:19
For me personal the 'roots', 'the best minds of humanity' are anchored in the Jewish-Christian religion (for example 10 commandments, Sermon on the mount). We all know that unfortunately the best minds- being in the heads and hands of human beings...- can get perverted and deformed, therefore it is always necessary to remind of the real 'roots' in their original meaning and to never forget them!
Brecht has written wonderful poems like the above mentioned one and some very good dramas, but he has lost his reputation -for me- having written hymns praising Stalin and the Stalinism- horrible!
vz-nostalgia: I wasn't talking about your roots, Ms. Philine. I was talking in general. (Though, one can argue that Jesus was one of the first who pushed the ideas of socialism).
One has to be careful painting the great minds of humanity as disreputable. A giant of poetry Pablo Neruda wrote odes to Stalin too. Knut Hamsun (whose writings I admire), did so to Hitler. In this case, let's mark Diego Rivera as disreputable, as well as Oscar Niemeyer (for being a communist and thinking he could change the society with architecture) , Jean-Luc Godard (for being a prominent Maoist)... The list is long, Ms. Philine.
I think we digressed from the original thoughts of the photograph in our discussion, don't you think? smile
Nice photo. It's interesting how different, yet similar everyday scenes can be when you look at them from a different angle.
vz-nostalgia: Hey, Nathan. Long time no see. I'm a bit lost in your "different, yet similar". Would you like to help me out? smile
  • Astrid
  • Netherlands
  • 11 Aug 2008, 05:08
Love the angle, I have been reading the comments, normally I just write and THAN read...
I can see the path of life in this, with all the ups and downs and some of us get stronger while we are going this path, I did not say it becomes easier.......
#2 I rather would not want to be the worm Ingrid is revering too, it is a he.. of a long road grin
Have a great day Viktor, I know Monday may not be the nicest day of the week, please give it a try...I do too wink
vz-nostalgia: "A path of life" is a good take on this photograph, Ms. Astrid. Judging by the smoothness of the boulders, it's been used quite often, a beaten path, so to speak, though still quite rocky, especially for worms. smile
I really like!... naaa I really really like!
vz-nostalgia: I really like... your enthusiasm, Ms. Ade. smile
  • Ginnie
  • Atlanta, GA, United States
  • 11 Aug 2008, 13:42
This is downright palpable, Viktor!
vz-nostalgia: Be careful, Ms. Ginnie. It's wet. Now go wash your hands. smile
  • tim
  • some were in Armley, Leeds:)
  • 12 Aug 2008, 10:48
superb perspective Victorsmile
vz-nostalgia: I'm proud to bear a title of The Super Perspector, Tim. smile
By Similar yet different. Similar because there's a house in the distance and a path, which isn't unusual, Different because you have chosen a few point from which we don't normally see these sights. We normally look down at the path/road, and view everything else from a height of about 5 ft. Hope that makes sense.
vz-nostalgia: smile Makes total sense, my friend.
  • Lee
  • United States
  • 15 Aug 2008, 12:57
Some days I feel like the rock, others I feel like the raindrop. Either way I always end up in the same place.
vz-nostalgia: which is...? smile
Isn`t it amazing how your frame of mind can colour your feelings about an image?

I saw this the day you posted it, and could not comment because it felt so depressing. It spoke to me of `uphill struggles`, `insignificance` and `impossible goals`. It made me feel as worn as those cobble stones.

Today, catching up on your photographs, I have looked at it again, and feel entirely differently. I must have watched too much of the olympics, but I feel as though I have am poised for a sprint start., `primed`, `positive`, `determined`. I`ll be up that hill and through the door in no time at all. lol!

Wonderful photograph, Viktor. (:o)
vz-nostalgia: "Isn`t it amazing how your frame of mind can colour your feelings about an image?"
It happens not only with images, Ms. Roz. My perception of music is colored pretty much by the mood I'm in at the moment. One day I fly light and easy singing bossa-nova together with Joao Gilberto, and the next day I can't stand it, but could really enjoy a moody sound weaving of Arvo Part's compositions.
I guess the lesson here is, if you didn't like my photograph today, stop by again tomorrow, you might be for a treat. smile
once again, i'm happy to have the chance to view something so beautiful now that i have the time to browse online anticipated, i wasn't let down coming upon your images. i love the tonal range. beautiful.
vz-nostalgia: welcome back, Ms. Julie. It's been a while since you visited Nostalgia. Glad you were not disappointed. smile
Hope all is well with you.
  • K.A.
  • S.A.
  • 18 Dec 2008, 19:09
'Raindrops on Dry Stones'

raindrops on dry stones
that was your love to me,
when I was tired of searching
you came with your words of caring
refreshing me and delighting me
inviting me to live a forgotten experience
the years when I used to believe
the times when I used to feel...

raindrops on dry stones
are drilling my memories
despite you have gone away
I still perceive your moisture
I still feel wet drops on my skin
I don't want to get dry again
I just wish your rain to come to stay...
vz-nostalgia: Ah... What a beautiful poem, Ms. KA. Thank you so much. I feel happy that my photograph inspired you to write these words.

…the skin of dry stones
is so hot from the unrequited desire
raindrops die one by one being
vaporized on brief contact…
it takes pouring rain to sate
the desire that burns those dry stones…
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