In my mid-twenties, when I was suffering from severe panic attacks, I wanted to escape the world and become a bell ringer in a monastery. I wanted to go to a Benedictine monastery, and look up at the bell tower, and hang on a rope like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. I wanted to be a bell ringer, and fly away from the pitying gazes. Only with this emotional desire, the monastery did not open its doors, and now I am waiting outside the monastery for that moment of desire. In this hermitage, at 7 a.m., an old nun, hanging on a long rope, rings the bell. Sometimes, when I lean inside the door, it seems as if she has not yet handed me over to the bell ringer. Today is Schubert, tomorrow is Gounod's ...
There are quite a few videos i have to go over again, since i'm learning as i go. I record in a format, which is very desaturated and without contrast, so it can be adjusted better, but i have to color grade etc. everything myself. Thanks for you input :)
This video really brings the calming power of nature to life. I’ve been lucky enough to experience the same tranquility in some remote forests. Nature has such a soothing and healing effect, doesn't it ? 💚💚💚
I would still love it if you would walk through these woods. Taking time to observe interesting thinks, you know, like a hole, a nest, a bug. Sometimes I can put together a single patch from the angles of the shots you take. Also, if you put in the bird's name or tree's variety. Like a tour guide. If it was in faint text so we could look it up. God has such a beautiful world.
Yes its a nice idea but i don't have the equipment for such recordings at the moment and i would make a new channel for that. Thank you for your suggestion though :)
Poor house in Faulkner Mountain On the eaves hangs a single wind chime, and it makes a noise Where does the wind come from? The bell rings, as if to say something How does its sound Ring the air Long and long And the birds spread their voices with the sound The trees in the thick valley all bow their heads to one side And their hair is neatly combed and spread And the weeds in the shadows between the rocks round their ears And the flowers to the trees, And the trees to the moon, And the moon to the stars, Sending their sounds from all sides And the flat roofs of the villages far below the mountains Struggling, caressing each head Spreading warm waves Upon the round ripples that began first And the round loops that began later follow neatly Forward without loops, without overlap And each keeps its own way The ring that returned after hitting the wall of the underworld One by one, it returns as a seedling The bell that holds all the sounds I made The waves of words and actions I spoke without thinking while living here It circles the four corners of the universe and returns to me When I hear the sound of the wind, I realize Everything in the universe already knows everything Finally, I think deeply ...
Осінній ліс відрізняється від літнього або весняного. Дуже. Менше птахів співає. Та й кольори -осінні. Дякую. Слухаємо із моїм птахом та він співає. Вподобайка відео.👍 🌸💜☀️🌸🦜🌸🍁☀️💚🍁🥰🧡☀️
Дякую за вашу працю. Моєму птахові дуже подобається, восени, коли співочі птахи відлітають, йому важко бути на самоті, а тут-слухає і підспівує. І в нас обох-гарний настрій. Моя вподобайка 👍 Процвітання вашому каналу.
