Frizztext: finding a field with wheat, maybe actually watching a thunderstorm soon coming, I’m always impressed deeply. In mythology the wind, blowing over a wheat-field, is a metaphor for God (read C.G. Jung). A wheat-field can have the giant majesty of an ocean! For sure Vincent van Gogh was impressed deeply: his last painting was “Wheat_Field_with_Crows_(1890)”. The Dutch photographer Ben Visbeek made a tribute with his camera, titled “Wheat Field with Crows” 2008! Meditating on his photo every time music comes in my mind: “God’s Gonna Separate The Wheat From The Tares” – an old gospel once performed by Blind Joe Taggart (and Mahalia Jackson: 1937).
title=”Wheat Field with Crows” (2008) photo by Ben Visbeek, Amsterdam – click on the picture to enter his flickr galleries and read his comment, related to Van Gogh’s “Wheat Field with Crows” (1890)
Vincent_van_Gogh_(1853-1890)_-_Wheat_Field_with_Crows
painting shared by wikipedia
Blind Joe Taggart
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What a stunningly beautiful field of wheat.
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excellent post frizz, amazing photo 🙂
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Love this mytology and the to have a look on a wheat field when the wind is blowing
It have something of majesty
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I never come across such beautiful fields!
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In mythology the wind, blowing over a wheat-field, is a metaphor for God (read C.G. Jung).That’s something new I learnt today.Thanks.
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Overwhelming post for ears, eyes and mind! Thank you, Frizz.
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hello Marina,
we saw yesterday in TV a report, that in Athens are much more artists than in other European capitals – you are one of them!
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…that is very nice to hear! [I didn’t know!]
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thanks to granbee for reblogging on twitter:
https://twitter.com/granbee/status/228467152397684738?uid=300733837&iid=am-70781558913433057886970295&nid=4+248
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BEAUTIFUL!
BE ENCOURAGED! BE BLESSED!
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stunning. in fall the fields around my home look this way, and in summer, because I love the ocean so much and miss it here in the mountains, when the wind blows I see in the fields a blustery sea. A feast, Frizz.
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I’m honoured my friend.
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Wonderful, creative post. I enjoyed how you made so many connections that enriched my day. Thank you,
Pat
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Truly the bread of life and a visual, musical feast of stunning simplicity!
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One of the crops we raised (on the farm where I grew up) was wheat. Wheat fields were a common sight. The fields can be beautiful before harvest…yet I mostly remember harvest time..and the difficulty I had with the clouds of thrashed wheat dust constant filling the air…
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These photos are stunning in their beauty.
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