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Bijan Pirnia

Bijan Pirnia

Manitou Springs, CO

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Personal Manifesto
For me photography is not a hobby or pastime. It is truly a passion, a way of life, and a calling. It is the sine qua non of my existence. I define passion as a fire that burns in your heart and gives meaning, purpose, and direction to your life. It is also a vision that no one can see but you. Through photography I communicate my feelings and depict how I see beauty. Nature photography affords me the opportunity to engage with landscape at profoundly emotional and intimate levels. To paraphrase the legendary photographer, Ansel Adams, when I look at the beauties and masterpieces of nature, I see something that is not physically there --- something I cannot put into words because it's a subjective reality that is built from within rather than extracted from without. It is precisely this inner world, this personal vision that I aspire to communicate through the photographic image.
Over the years, raising environmental awareness has been the impetus behind my photography. For as long as I can remember, I have had an incurable longing to make a difference and a meaningful contribution to the human condition. I believe in living for a cause that is infinitely greater than I --- a cause that informs and defines my life but is not defined or limited by my ephemeral existence. I agree wholeheartedly with the German philosopher, Friedrich Hegel in his assertion that " Life has value only when it has something valuable as its object." In the same vein, I have often thought that the purpose of life should be a life of purpose. The day I die, I want the world to be a vastly improved place because I raised awareness regarding the sanctity of nature and helped many an individual experience the truth in a statement made by William Shakespeare : "Nature has music for those who listen." Many years of personal experiences have taught me that this is music of a different kind. It is a mellifluous rhythm that beats to the glorious dance of creation. It is the hallelujah chorus of the universe that permeates verdant forests, accompanies ocean waves and torrential rivers, rides on idle clouds sailing across the sky, and can be heard in the whisper of a gentle breeze. Once you hear this divine symphony, a major shift will take place in your consciousness and you will never be the same person again.
In one of his poems, Tagore, a poet and Nobel laureate from Bangladesh expresses this inner transformation more eloquently than I can : "When old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart." To hear this celestial chorus, silence is indispensable. Be still within and behold the miracle that will blossom in the deepest recesses of your psyche --- the miracle that is not a flashy, showy phenomenon nor is it related to supernatural. It is entirely natural. It's a genuine awakening like no other. It is the expansion of your awareness, the deepening of your vision, and the softening of your heart. It is the gaining of perspicacity and wisdom. To paraphrase the Austrian writer, Franz Kafka, make a habit of being silent and the universal wisdom will reveal itself to you freely in ecstasy. It has to. It has no choice. The most valuable lesson I have learned through many years of solitude and introspection can be summed up as follows : Silence is the language that God uses to communicate --- the silence that is not merely the absence of words or sound. It transcends words, beliefs, and narrow confines of the intellect. It is in this silence that you will hear the divine music Shakespeare alluded to. It is in this silence that new melodies will break forth from your heart and you will be transformed into a fundamentally different person.
May God's unbounded love illuminate your heart and open your eyes to a deeper reality. May love be your creed and truth your guiding light. May the fire of love burn in your heart and purify you from within for it is your capacity to love that makes your truly human and therefore Godlike.
I have no religious or idealogical affiliation; but I'm convinced that the most profound spiritual wisdom humanity has ever expressed in words is in the book of John in the New Testament : "God is love. Whoever loves knows God and is born of God." May you be born of God anew everyday. May you grow in love.
joy
Bijan

 

To The Illuminated Mind, The Whole World Is Burning And Sparkling With Light. by Bijan Pirnia

 

The Annual Ice Sculpting Festival In The Colorado Rockies, Daytime Siren by Bijan Pirnia

 

The Annual Ice Sculpting Festival In The Colorado Rockies, Nighttime Siren by Bijan Pirnia

 

I Would Call This Divine Vine. Wouldn't You ? by Bijan Pirnia

 

Tangerine Daybreak by Bijan Pirnia

 

Divine Light In Your Soul by Bijan Pirnia

 

Lily R by Bijan Pirnia

 

A Tree Is An Object Of Beauty X by Bijan Pirnia

 

Frozen Beauty AKA Ice Is Nice VIII by Bijan Pirnia

 

Orchids Galore by Bijan Pirnia

 

Lily Q by Bijan Pirnia

 

Aurora, The Roman Goddess Of Dawn by Bijan Pirnia

 

These Idle Clouds Sailing Across The Sky by Bijan Pirnia

 

Asters by Bijan Pirnia

 

Cottonballs On Evergreen by Bijan Pirnia

 

Cottonballs on Evergreen by Bijan Pirnia

 

cattail by Bijan Pirnia

 

Chinese Lantern by Bijan Pirnia

 

Iris XXIII by Bijan Pirnia

 

It Almost Resembles Umbra And Penumbra. by Bijan Pirnia

 

It Looks As Though Cinctures Are Wrapped Around The Rock. by Bijan Pirnia

 

Lady Lily Enjoying The Bloom Of Her Youth by Bijan Pirnia

 

The Park That Was Donated To The City By A Grandee In 1909 by Bijan Pirnia

 

Mawu, The Dahomey Creator Goddess Associated With The Moon And Sun by Bijan Pirnia

 

Boulders Of A Glaucous Appearance by Bijan Pirnia

 

Gold Rush Is The Kenning For Yellow Aspen Leaves. by Bijan Pirnia

 

A Stone Building That Happens To Be The Visitor Center At The Entrance To The Canyon We Love. by Bijan Pirnia

 

Starsmore Discovery Center, Honoring The Legacy Of James And Mary Starsmore by Bijan Pirnia

 

Starsmore Discovery Center, In Loving Memory Of James And Mary Starsmore by Bijan Pirnia

 

The Grandeur That Has A Certain Je Ne Sais Quoi by Bijan Pirnia

 

Elysian Visions by Bijan Pirnia

 

Similar To The Palantine Hill But Without The Ancient Ruins by Bijan Pirnia

 

Arcas Is The King Of Arcadia, The Home Of God Pan. by Bijan Pirnia

 

The Mid Point Between Ante Meridiem And Post Meridiem, Between A.M. And P.M. by Bijan Pirnia

 

We Love Our Whimsical Weather. Not A Dull Moment. by Bijan Pirnia

 

Sown With Rocks And Boulders by Bijan Pirnia

 

Morozko, The Slavic Patron Of Winter by Bijan Pirnia

 

It's Mid May. We're Fast Approaching The End Of Our Snow Season. by Bijan Pirnia

 

The Profile Of An Uncouth Guy Etched In Stone by Bijan Pirnia

 

Theia, The Titan Goddess Of The Shining Ether And Blue Sky by Bijan Pirnia

 

The Multitudinous Array Of Colors In Our Nearby National Forest by Bijan Pirnia

 

Vesna, The Slavic Spring Goddess by Bijan Pirnia

 

Incandescent Branches by Bijan Pirnia

 

The Affectionate Cognomen Is America's Mountain by Bijan Pirnia

 

Lexington Sunset by Bijan Pirnia

 

Iconic Colorado by Bijan Pirnia

 

The One That Stands Out by Bijan Pirnia

 

Positioned Just Right by Bijan Pirnia