Atmosphere
Photograph
2026
Creation dateI suppose yins and yangs change places. Often not knowing where they go. The effects of which are pondered when received. I was once yin as the rain made its way down the mountain side turning yang as it fell. The light I became was for the flowers. They in turn for the air to carry what blows in the wind around us. The yins and yangs of atmosphere. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - Claudio Ferrarini- Rain in Your Black Eyes (Arr. for flute by Claudio Ferrarini) “I suppose yins and yangs change places.” This opens with uncertainty, not doctrine. Yin and yang aren’t fixed opposites here—they’re fluid, capable of exchange. The speaker accepts motion rather than balance as the truth. “Often not knowing where they go.” Transformation happens without clear destinations. Change isn’t planned; it disperses. This suggests humility before forces larger than intention. “The effects of which are pondered when received.” We don’t understand change as it happens—only when it arrives at us. Meaning is retrospective. Experience precedes understanding. “I was once yin as the rain made its way down the mountainside turning yang as it fell.” This is the core image. Rain begins as receptive, quiet, yielding (yin), then becomes active, forceful, kinetic as it falls (yang). The speaker identifies as the process, not as an observer. Identity is movement. “The light I became was for the flowers.” After motion comes illumination. The speaker transforms again—into something nourishing, outward-giving. Light here is purpose, not ego: it exists for something else. “They in turn for the air to carry what blows in the wind around us.” Energy continues to circulate. Flowers respond, air participates, wind distributes. No element keeps what it receives. Everything is intermediary. “The yins and yangs of atmosphere.” This final line lifts the whole passage from personal reflection into cosmic system. Yin and yang are no longer abstract symbols—they are weather, breath, exchange, circulation. Atmosphere becomes both literal and emotional. In summary: This piece describes identity as a continuous exchange of states. Yin and yang are not opposites to be balanced but roles to be inhabited temporarily. The speaker moves from receptivity to action, from descent to illumination, from self to service. Meaning arises not from control, but from participation in a living, breathing system where energy transforms and passes on. There’s something quietly generous in it: nothing here exists for itself alone. Everything becomes something else, for something else. (Explanation by ChatGPT)
In Another Life
Photograph
2024
Creation dateWhereupon the formerly grey land realized it had turned away from its shallow state. The earth opening up all its flowers. Every scent that was ever made floating into your mouth. The taste of it akin to a sensation not unlike an evening breeze touching your face. Circling your legs. Awareness a brush, smoothing all the knots that had made their way into your soul. Song Selection - In un’altra vita - Ludovico Einaudi
Waterscape
Photograph
2026
Creation dateSong Selection - The Water Poem - Ram Dass & AWARE
Where Earth Meets Sky
Photograph
2026
Creation dateQuiet are the edges of the horizon, What do you see there? Treetops, buildings, images erupting from the earth skyward. Trace your finger across the lines, firm and easy to follow. Sounds resemble this path flowing into you. The music where earth meets sky. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved Song Selection - Of the undiscovered country - Max Richter
Hide and Seek
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2026
Creation date“Anyone who says, “Here’s my address, write me a poem,” deserves something in reply. So I’ll tell a secret instead: poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes, they are sleeping. They are the shadows drifting across our ceilings the moment before we wake up. What we have to do is live in a way that lets us find them.” ― Naomi Shihab Nye
Impression #15
Photograph
2026
Creation dateMy favorite genre of art! Impressionism “Claude Monet painted his Water Lilies near a little bridge over the pond in his garden at Giverny, France. He proceeded to paint the scene from a studio built on the bank of the pond or aboard his boat. He labored on them a long time. Every morning a gardener prepared the surface of the pond before Monet began to paint, going out in a little boat and picking up any twigs and wilted flowers that had fallen in during the night. The gardener even washed the water-lilly petals to remove any trace of dust!” Song Selection - “Summer” - Vivaldi - The Four Seasons - Itzhak Perlman - Israel Philharmonic Orchestra
A Rainbow
Photograph
2026
Creation dateGreen favors and a nosegay of flowers met in a corner of the garden. Past the gate and almost in the shade save for a sunny patch of golden light. The flowers seemed quite ready given the tremendous accolades from their green friend. They felt such delight together feeling the real and unreal touches around them. I think the sky became turquoise with clouds and dreams appeared under their eyes that night. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved Song Selection - She’s A Rainbow - The Rolling Stones
Sculpture Garden
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2026
Creation dateAn assembly of cotton candy clouds, a dispersed rainbow with water in a basin of time, all one needed to see heaven he thought, driving along a long country road. As he pulled over and rolled down his window he opened his eyes to the sight of something for the very first time. It was as lovely to him as a ripe dream, the kind you make up inside you and meet. The kind that when you awaken you remember all the details because somehow it really had occurred. The kind that beckoned his smile. Heaven isn’t as far away as he once thought gazing forward. Oh that day was one sight to see along the roadway. Taking in a deep breath he left the window rolled down, a moment or two longer. Getting out it was a whole new sensation for him. Walking along the side of the road he felt a sense of nostalgia that left him standing there wondering why. He kicked a few stones along the side of the road, picked one up and left it in his pocket for another day. The stone a way to remember it was all a matter of being in the moment. He closed his eyes and when he opened them the car drove off and all that he saw went with him. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - The Hymn of Ordinary Motion - Jerry Douglas, Russ Barenberg, Edgar Meyer
The Arborist
Photograph
2025
Creation dateThe arborist approaches the land of fellowship observing the long length of trees brushing the clouds. The small stems of flowers breaking through the brown aged soil, soft now from the rain. Baby leaves uncurl reaching out to touch tiny sparkles of light. These beams of golden droplets streaming through this vision played with his eyes. The grayness transformed into a brighter blending of colors. Sapphire spaces become filled with notes of laughter, each one resonating a welcome for the arborist. The door has opened, the arborist is home. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved
The Rustle of a Thousand Leaves
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2025
Creation dateI kept myself still in the forest, Listening. The rustle of a thousand leaves, Moving. The wind carried their sounds to me by the happenstance way their branches held them. Everything attached to something else. The lingering smell of bark and grass as if rubbed together. Heady I am inside thinking to become a tree or a leaf kept still in the forest, So still I stayed. When it came time to leave I never really did. For I am wet leaves in a black sea now. Floating amongst the waves. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved - Song Selections - Livets Ånde (lyric video + english translation) - Judah Earl & Hannah Yoo
A Forest is Born
Photograph
2026
Creation datein the wilds of the forest. the grace of the gallop the lure of the earth and I all around it. Given this message to touch on your soul. Come venture into forests when darkness takes hold. The skies turning purple and stars becoming light. The feelings in air that touch on your sight. Arising as mountains majestic and bare. The trees kiss together, the earthen wares stare. During strumming of quiet a forest tis born. All in her silence, for you becomes known. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved
Raine
Photograph
2025
Creation dateRaine was her name. under pink clouds. trees dripping water. puddles splashing sounds. streaks of brown hair. tied together in two. braids she had woven. each day, always new. all the pink flowers. sprang forth from the clouds. she went there to see them. their beauty she found. the colors matched sunshine and sparkling eyes. she touched what she noticed. pink flowers inside. the sweet air for Raine. is now part of her home. where clouds engage treetops and flowers are grown. Copyright © Susy Kamber
Riding Flowers With You
Photograph
2026
Creation datewarm folds of a white blanket. with rearranged flowers sewn into the fabric. the wafting flower scent emerges. engulfing me, opening my eyes. did a fragrance do that? or was it the sights and sounds of rain while laying on the white blanket. riding flowers with you. © Susy Kamber Song Selection - Alice - LucasGitanoFamily
Green Grasses Covered with Woolen White
Photograph
2025
Creation dateEnveloped in the sojourn of nature, I became the nature this awakened in me. Something inside that innocence and quiet. A duck wading in a fast moving stream, or a leaf bent from its limb pushing the grass. The tree in the wind blurred and aroused. The light inviting me into crystal clear passageways with all the shadows in rapture. Show me the wide open fields sung with laughter. The birds together; a cacophony of words describing their homes. Take me there to green grasses covered with woolen white. Play in nature for her longing endures. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights Reserved Song Selection - Secret Garden - Song From A Secret Garden (Remastered 2025 / Visualizer)
Kisses To Touch The Water
Photograph
2025
Creation dateThe shade’s intuition for yang meets me somewhere. aloft upon a mountain side or field beginning to shine. Restfully it settles. Wrapping shapes and sides around a fondness. Of something to hold. Perchance sweet touches in still water form reflective lips the branches drink from slowly. So much so the rapid bursts of waves turn soft around me. Caressed into an opened watery gaze simple to share. My paint brush in languid swirls with not a drop wasted addressing the canvas. As I weave the blending of this moment into branches. Presenting kisses to touch the water. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - Ólafur Arnalds - Particles feat. Nanna Bryndis The opening—“The shade’s intuition for yang meets me somewhere”—sets a threshold moment. Shade (yin) does not oppose yang here; it intuits it. There’s an instinctive balance being sensed rather than forced. The speaker is met by this harmony in a liminal place—mountainside or field—spaces of transition, where light is just beginning to assert itself. “Restfully it settles.” This balance isn’t dramatic. It arrives gently, like an agreement between forces. Light doesn’t conquer; it rests. “Wrapping shapes and sides around a fondness. / Of something to hold.” Form becomes an act of affection. Shape is not geometry but embrace. There’s a yearning for contact, for containment, for intimacy with the world itself. Water then enters as a reflective, almost sensual mirror. “Still water form reflective lips” suggests both reflection and desire—water becomes a mouth, a threshold of exchange. The branches drinking slowly feels reciprocal: nature is not observed, it participates. As motion increases—“rapid bursts of waves”—they paradoxically soften. The speaker is not overwhelmed; they are soothed. This is surrender without loss of self. “Caressed into an opened watery gaze simple to share.” Vision itself becomes fluid. Seeing is no longer separate from touching. The gaze opens, becomes generous, sharable. The painter enters explicitly now. The brush moves languidly, deliberately, with reverence—“not a drop wasted.” Creation here is ethical as well as aesthetic. Attention is care. Finally, the act of weaving the moment into branches returns us to the natural imagery, but transformed: art and nature are no longer distinct. “Presenting kisses to touch the water” closes the poem with offering rather than conclusion—small gestures of love placed gently into the world. Summary This poem is about communion: yin and yang, light and shade, artist and landscape, water and branch, all meeting without dominance. It captures a moment where perception, touch, and creation dissolve into one another. The speaker does not impose meaning but listens, receives, and responds—painting not to represent the world, but to kiss it into being. Interpretation by ChatGPT
Rain On Me
Photograph
2025
Creation dateTracings of fields parted and pulled back. A pathway to wander. My hand does the same to my hair. Softly alluding to the curls. Flowers might occur in that field or a ribboned barrette to blow open. The wind becomes entwined in both. A discourse catching streams of light. Golden brown sits on top of the earth aroused. Twenty thousand waves approach the fragrance of this place. The entire field becomes an expression of rapture. Twinkling lights arising as the wind catches their shapes into a newly created form. Rain on me, she sighs. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - Nils Frahm - Amber (CMusic)
Once Upon a Time
Photograph
2025
Creation dateOnce upon a time… The light mixing with the giggling sounds of water flowing gently by the colored stones. The flower opening the breath of its scent, petals one by one extending joy. The air touching down on a leaf as it flutters towards the night energy of the darkened ground. Close by the steady drops of rain splashing a huge river. One day in disparate silence a voice emerges. Once upon a time… Spinning around the trees. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved Song Selection - ask the wind - Saah
Crossroads
Photograph
2025
Creation dateSong Selection - Melissa - The Allman Brothers Band - Eat a Peach - February 12, 1972
Watery Spaces
Photograph
2025
Creation dateSong Selection - The Water Poem - Ram Dass & AWARE
Sing To Me The Moon
Photograph
2025
Creation dateSong Selection - Cancionera - Natalia Lafourcade
Assume Paint and Love
Photograph
2025
Creation dateThe paint assumes it can be anything it wants and go anywhere within the canvas. Running down a hillside or onto a tree so that it can grow. Curves might become nothing other then what they are meant to become, or maybe much more then they imagine. The paint soothing the flat surface of a canvas that needs it. In the distance a softened sun addresses shadows for the paint to cling to and own. As I too assume paint and love. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved Song Selection - ask the wind - Saah
Spring
Photograph
2025
Creation datePoetry is not an opinion expressed. It is a song that rises from a bleeding wound or a smiling mouth - Kahlil Gibran. Colors are not possessions; they are the intimate revelations of an energy field… They are light waves with mathematically precise lengths, and they are deep, resonant mysteries with boundless subjectivity. - Ellen Meloy, The Anthropology of Turquoise: Reflections on Desert, Sea, Stone, and Sky Even a smile waits to burst open come spring. The wind is busy pulling and the green leaves fly to their destination. The butterflies arrive, the moss is touched and the songs begin. Oh to speak of spring is like opening your eyes in wonder. I wait. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - Dave Matthews Band - Two Step (Live from Central Park)
Cotton Candy Clouds
Photograph
2025
Creation dateAn assembly of cotton candy clouds, a dispersed rainbow with water in a basin of time, all one needed to see heaven he thought, driving along a long country road. As he pulled over and rolled down his window he opened his eyes to the sight of something for the very first time. It was as lovely to him as a ripe dream, the kind you make up inside you and meet. The kind that when you awaken you remember all the details because somehow it really had occurred. The kind that beckoned his smile. Heaven isn’t as far away as he once thought gazing forward. Oh that day was one sight to see along the roadway. Taking in a deep breath he left the window rolled down, a moment or two longer. Getting out it was a whole new sensation for him. Walking along the side of the road he felt a sense of nostalgia that left him standing there wondering why. He kicked a few stones along the side of the road, picked one up and left it in his pocket for another day. The stone a way to remember it was all a matter of being in the moment. He closed his eyes and when he opened them the car drove off and all that he saw went with him. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - Alicia Keys - De Novo Adagio
Spinning Round and Round
Mixed Media
2025
Creation dateThe flowers met as time for grace. Turned petals inward, Upon their face. An inward reflection had thus begun, The quiet leading me to hum. The wind closed eyed, So none could see. Their creases touching the snow bound tree, In wait for warmth to reach and hold. I bend to this, I eased my soul. The slowness now a blessing gained, This quiet splendor does contain. I raise my face upon the sky, Touch me sunshine, feel my smile. ©Susy Kamber All rights reserved As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream, the great door, that does not look like a door, opens. (Quoted from Stephen Graham, The Gentle Art of Tramping, 1923)” ― Robert Macfarlane Song Selection - America - Tin Man
Vibrations and Rhyme
Photograph
2025
Creation dateThe breath of trees touching the air. Touching your heart as you become aware. Of colors unseen. In the usual manner. Noticing those colors and starting to wonder. The brilliance of red, the softness of blue, greens becoming purples and blacks to dream through. Some say the light brought them here to us all. For some it is light overcoming a brawl. Some say the colors are put there to stay. Perhaps the colors have no other way. Enlightenment is such, arriving on time. Inside vibrations, reverberations and rhyme. Copyright - S. Kamber All rights Reserved Song Selection - Knocks Me Off My Feet - Stevie Wonder
Little Boats
Photograph
2025
Creation dateThe trees have taken to the water as night falls. Splashing their weighty branches about. Turned into wet limbs against the light of the evening moon. Wet leaves moving. Little boats for others to float away in. Carrying the quiet of the air with them. Watching the trees as they dance. ©Susy Kamber All rights reserved Music Selection - Sebastian Plano - Soul I (Avow) (Visualiser)
Blush at the Day
Photograph
2025
Creation dateFilled flowers found on a hillside. Absolute containment spread out freely. As though one had finally realized how to venture that love is within. Sweet the day heads into the night. As laughter rolls down the curves of the earth and raindrops touch each other in their reflections. Oh that the night may blush at the day. The wonders of both. Forever I say. Copyright, Susy Kamber
