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Geronimo’s near Painted Desert

Foto by Iliana

“I was warmed by the sun, rocked by the winds and sheltered by the trees as other Indian babes.” ~ Geronimo


Geronimo’s near Painted Desert


Key West, 2016

Foto by Iliana

“To stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and the flow of the tides, to feel the breath of a mist moving over a great salt marsh, to watch the flight of shore birds that have swept up and down the surf lines of the continents for untold thousands of years, to see the running of the old eels and the young shad to the sea, is to have knowledge of things that are as nearly eternal as any earthly life can be.” ~Rachel Carson


Key West, 2016

“The sun set, which is everyday magic…” ~Terry Pratchett     Isla Morada, FL 2016                   Foto by Iliana


Isla Morada, FL 2016

Grand Canyon, 2016                                                                                                                                           Foto by Iliana

“We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aid, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn.” ~Henry David Thoreau


Grand Canyon, 2016

“Then I was standing on the highest mountain of them all, and round about beneath me was the whole hoop of the world.  And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and I understood more than I saw; for I was seeing in a sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit, and the shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being.” ~Black Elk, Black Elk Speaks (1932), “The Great Vision” (p. 36)

Gila National Forest, 2016

Foto by Iliana


Gila National Forest 2016

Faith is the pierless bridge supporting what we see unto the scene that we do not.      ~Emily Dickinson                                                                                                                                                   Foto by Iliana


Pensacola, Florida 2016



“The glories and the beauties of form, color, and sound unite in the Grand Canyon – forms unrivaled even by the mountains, colors that vie with sunsets, and sounds that span the diapason from tempest to tinkling raindrop, from cataract to bubbling fountain.” ~John Wesley Powell

Foto by Iliana



golden walk

Golden is the day I walk in…

~The White Rabbit

Photo by Iliana


“Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books.” ~John Lubbock


“Fairies are invisible and inaudible like angels.  But their magic sparkles in nature.”  ~Lynn Holland


“Well, when one’s lost, I suppose it’s good advice to stay where you are until someone finds you.” ~Lewis Carroll

Foto by Iliana

Foto by Iliana

                   The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more. ~Mary Shelley


Foto by Iliana

Foto by Iliana

Step with care and great tact ,and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. ~Dr. Seuss



Foto by Iliana

Foto by Iliana

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.

~Edward Abbey

Foto by Iliana

Foto by Iliana

                                                “Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.”

~Albert Camus

Certain Slant of Light

Emily Dickinson, a 19th Century American Poet, once wrote about winter afternoons like these. Afternoons where the light shined upon the earth in a quite particular way, provoking a sort of calm but at the same time dispirited mode within one’s being. The poem’s name was Certain Slant of Light. This particular poem caught my attention because the words read as though I wrote them. I had felt that slant of light on winter afternoons. When I took this picture, I could have sat down and written these words at that very moment cause that’s how I felt too. I understood this misunderstood poem lamenting what could be and how, at times, the Universe gives us an angle, a fractal time-like state where light shines upon reality. Go figure. Many interpretations exist; regardless, the poem is genius. Dickinson was a poet ahead of her time, leaving the world with so many thought-provoking moments of her life. This picture represents one of those moments that although captivating…

…There’s a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.

Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.

None may teach it anything,
‘Tis the seal, despair,-
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.

When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, ‘t is like the distance
On the look of death.

~Emily Dickinson, Certain Slant of Light

me 2014

52 years and I find that life has just begun. Is that not strange? For the first time, I see fairies flying through the night. Their favorite place is within the Umbrella Tree, which is lit like a holiday tree. In this general area, I also have two Bird of Paradise Bushes that are generous in size. At this time of year, they are still in bloom although the bright colors have faded a bit. I’ve place Spanish Moss here and there to make the area a bit more magical. In fact, this forest-like nook I’ve named Fairy Nook. I tried taking a picture of it but my digital camera does not allow a decent shot. I’ll keep trying. Well, the last thing I’d like to say is that I treasure each and everyone of you. We may disagree, have different opinions and point of views about anything and even everything, but you know what. So what! Let each one find his or her own path and walk it joyously without expectations but only jubilation.

Fire Pit awaits as do my Fairies disguised as Fireflies in their Nook. Off I go…  Blessed Be

~Iliana the White Rabbit


Took this one last January, 2012. This is the view from my niece’s living room at the front of the house deep in the North Carolina mountains. That dark green area is a pond – just beyond it is a main road. There was a mist rolling in from the mountains yonder – a very bone chillin’ twilight it was. Regardless, what a wonder to breathe in that fresh, cool mountain air. Looking forward to returning in just a few weeks.

Luminous Sky by Voiceless.

“Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter. You must feel the Force around you; here, between you, me, the tree, the rock, everywhere, yes.” ~Yoda/Star Wars

“Where flowers bloom so does hope.” –  Lady Bird Johnson, Public Roads: Where Flowers Bloom

Although winter arrives, the blooms in my tiny garden fight to sustain. Some have gone into slumber; some remain. Make certain, however, that their existence was not in vain. I’ll see them again after April Showers and May Rains. ~Voiceless

The orange peels were thrown into my tiny garden by my Mama who is certain that such a trick keeps kitties and other little beings away.  😀

Three Coy Koi and the “Other

“He was free, free in every way, free to behave like a fool or a machine, free to accept, free to refuse, free to equivocate; to marry, to give up the game, to drag this death weight about with him for years to come. He could do what he liked, no one had the right to advise him, there would be for him no Good or Evil unless he thought them into being.”
―    Jean-Paul Sartre

Most of the luxuries, and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind. With respect to luxuries and comforts, the wisest have ever lived a more simple and meagre life than the poor.” ~Henry David Thoreau 

Whenever life sends you stranglers who try to squeeze out your energy, make Fig Newtons out of them.

Once long ago when the heavens opened, the stairs led to that which came from it.

Turning within, you find yourself on a long, lonely narrow path. Pilgrim, keep on going. Make and stay on your own path, for only then will you find what it is you seek: Your true self! ~Voiceless

You can count on me!

Whatever the secret may be, “Friend, you can always count on me!”

Happy Hallow’s Eve!

Bewitching twilight arrives. At our home, movies and sweets. No trick or treaters around. Here in Miami, Florida, the trend is for all to go to the mall. It is supposed to be safer, but I miss sitting home waiting for delightful and frightful trick or treaters. Happy Halloween all!


Human Touch Needed After Sandy by Voiceless.

WPEC-TV CBS12 News :: News – Top Stories – VIDEO: Seaside Heights beachfront amusement park wrecked by Hurricane Sandy.

Raised in Jersey, the shore was a place I tracked to often. Family vacations to Wildwood, high school gatherings at the Seaside Heights, summer parties at Belmar, private photo shoots at Sandy Hook, and let’s not forget Asbury Park–home of Bruce Springsteen!–All these were part of my youth. Below is a picture taken from a photo essay I wrote back in 1999. The picture is from 1982 somewhere near Asbury Park. This area of the Jersey Shore had an unpleasant name and an acrid smell–Scum Fish Smelling Beach. So there you go. I had to let it linger by freezing the moment in time. In fact, it lingered within my being to the point I had to include it in my 1999 photo essay titled Human Touch.

Sandy’s nightmare before Hallow’s Eve devastated the Northeast, in particular, it devoured Seaside Heights. Most of the iconic spots are gone according to the news. The once famous roller coaster sits in the ocean, providing an eerie resemblance to the clip from Planet of the Apes where the Statue of Liberty appears in ruins. Seaside Heights remains in ruins aggravated by the possibility that the popular sea resort made famous by the reality show the Jersey Shore will explode due to leaking gas. Sadly, a section already burnt down to kindling.

Seaside Heights is not the only place of my past Hurricane Sandy devastated, it ripped through the town in Cuba where I was born–Santiago de Cuba. According to distant family left on the island, there are no trees in Santiago and the ruins that make it a famous tourist destination are gone; the houses that were already in shambles are gone.

Thankfully, the storm has passed and all one is able to do is move forward. As a human race, this is the time to take care of our sisters and brothers in any way possible, whether prayers, positive energy/vibe projections and any means that will allow moving on. After nature’s touch, it is time for the human touch.

The final “chosen” Hunter’s Moon shot, taken on 10/29/2012, 8:00 p.m. About the quality, once again, some would argue that the picture needs to be sharper, cleaner–tools of the trade need to be upgraded; however, funds are tight. Others argue –myself ;)–that as canvas art, it is a “curious” piece to ponder. But, I do wish I had the upgraded equipment :D. Regardless, there is “something” here, a silvery liquidity sandwiched by denser substances.

Tropical Hunter’s Moon by Voiceless.

Feels like one is looking into a light–and one is: The moonlight! Took this shot at 8:00 p.m., 10/29/2012 ~ Hunter’s Moon.

Once more, particularly for this shot, using professional equipment may have enhanced this. What I like about this shot is the rawness–the crudeness–mimicking the frigid surface of the moon. Hope you enjoy it.

Hunter Moon Embraced by Voiceless.

Once again, I so long for professional equipment for a clearer and less grainy shot; however, I must add that when transferred to canvas, this shot is unique. That is a palm tree embracing the Full Hunter’s Moon with its fronds. Just above towards the left upper corner are leaves from an umbrella tree. I took this shot as the moon appeared on the horizon at about 8 p.m., 10/29/2012. Hope you enjoy it.

The Harvest Feast time is nearing–9:00 p.m. This is the time to turn off all electronics and return to the days when the ruling worldview was organic. Enchanting and magical such a night may be, but as all within this realm, frightening and intimidating. Tonight, the hymen between worlds is very weak, opening fully by Hallow’s Eve or Samhain. Much to be done at my home as the feast begins soon. This is a picture of one of the offering alters. More…so much more to do. So, I bid you all a good and safe night. Offerings and prayers for my northeastern bloggers, family, friends and all will abound; scientifically, many positive vibes will be sent your way to protect you. ~Voiceless

After every storm, there is hope still. Blue skies are still there, just hidden. My blessings to fellow bloggers and all in the path of Hurricane Sandy. Remember the age-old cliché: This too shall pass!

Stay safe my friends…Voiceless

Almost Hunter’s Moon by Voiceless.

Miami’s Hideaway Tropical Forest Bistro by Voiceless.

Calm Before Storm by Voiceless.

Somewhere in Time by Voiceless.

Harvest Feast Brewings by Voiceless.

Deck needs sanding and painting, mums and other blooms ready for planting. Wood for burning and food for the Harvest await…late night during the Hunter’s Moon, we will rejoice with gratitude and delight for this abundant and bountiful feasting. ~ Voiceless

This worn-out photo is from 1982, November just after Thanksgiving. The place is Battle Creek, Michigan. Took the picture while driving on this deserted and what appeared to be an endless road–don’t even remember the name or the wherebaouts as I was on vacation. Been wanting to eternalize this photo for a while since how I felt back then was undescribable. This scene is probably no more, long gone along with the trees–developed into either condos or shopping centers. Anyone from Battle Creek that remembers?

Beware of Peaceful Facades ~ A Storm Lurks

Memory Lane: The 80’s by Voiceless.

A long time ago, the songwriter masters, the Beatles, composed a tune titled, “There Are Places I Remember.” I cherish this song for various reasons. For one, it was the chosen high school graduation song. For another, pure and simply, it is a nostalgia jerker. Each time the melodious frequencies enter my audio realm, they transport me back through space and time. “For these places have their moments….” When coupled with this photo I took in 1984, boom! I’m back in time. I remember it was September, a cool, crisp day–overcast and hinting at the coming change of seasons. As I sat on the porch, something urged me to fetch my camera–and I did, seizing and freezing the moment in time. The place: Linden, New Jersey. The street: McGilvray Place. This was my first place after leaving home; it is the place where I learned a lot about life. This is one place I often remember fondly.

When the going gets rough in Miami, Florida, there’s a spot I swiftly seek. It’s a hideaway bistro in a tropical forest hidden just west of the heart of the city.