In the Spring of 1985, early one morning, I wandered down the beach of Harlech, Wales in the United Kingdom.
I walked over many sand dunes and found myself at this peaceful beach.
The light just shone through the clouds . . .. . . . . . . . . . Let There be Light . . . . . . . . . . . and there was light; an incredible view that I have never seen.
When Ailsa at Where’s My Backpack raised the Travel Theme: Light as the challenge, I have a couple of pictures in mind. The golden foliage at HongLou Temple, on which I have made my submission, was my first choice as I like the translucent look of the foliage.
Incidentally, the other picture was also on foliage but taken in the fall of 1985. The picture was taken at the Kew Garden in London when the ground was carpeted with fallen leaves.
The picture has been scanned with some lost of the original details and colors. Nevertheless, I like the rays of light which shone through the trees with some branches and leaves against the light.
Travel theme: Circles is this week’s theme in “Where’s my backpack?”
A circle is a reflection of eternity. It has no beginning and it has no end.
Circles are a two-dimensional concept. Many of the things we see, however, are three-dimensional – a dome, a sphere, a ball etc but intelligent people like Einstein can even visualize the fourth dimension. Einstein once said the following to help people visualize the fourth dimension – Take a point, stretch it into a line, curl it into a circle, twist it into a sphere, and punch through the space .. .
I was fascinated by the many circles inside the Blue Mosque, Turkey. Entering the Blue Mosque in Istanbul I was surrounded by an array of circles. Built in the 17th century, it has one of the world’s largest dome of 27.5 meters diameter, in addition to four smaller domes and 30 even smaller domes.
The huge dome hover above me, with suspended chandeliers that follow their shape only a few meters from the ground. The endless lamps, hanging on their endless chains and hovering in great circles above my head, are miracles in their own right.
After seeing all these domes, arches, circle of lights in the Blue Mosque, I must admit I still do not have the faintest idea of what Einstein meant by the fourth dimension. I only knew that I have stepped back in time. . . . . I have been thrown into a space where circles and light predominate and was awed by them.