was it too late
to reinvent
to shed her skin
and start again?
Category: changes
spring cleaning
she lays it on her bed
runs her fingers over the delicate spring flowers
fresh
new
sparkling
green and gold
in the warm sun
while driving to the Salvation Army
she imagines
autumn
will be a better fit
density
“Magic doesn’t sweep you away; it gathers you up into the body of the present moment so thoroughly that all your explanations fall away: the ordinary, in all its plain and simple outrageousness, begins to shine – to become luminously, impossible so. Every facet of the world is awake, and you within it.
The deeper I slid into the material density of the real, the more I found that there was nothing determinate or predictable about existence. Actuality, this inexhaustible mystery, cannot be domesticated. It is wildness incarnate. Reality shape shifts.”
~ David Abram
praise
Praise the light of late November,
the thin sunlight that goes deep in the bones.
Praise the crows chattering in the oak trees;
though they are clothed in night, they do not
despair. Praise what little there’s left:
the small boats of milkweed pods, husks, hulls,
shells, the architecture of trees. Praise the meadow
of dried weeds: yarrow, goldenrod, chicory,
the remains of summer. Praise the blue sky
that hasn’t cracked yet. Praise the sun slipping down
behind the beechnuts, praise the quilt of leaves
that covers the grass: Scarlet Oak, Sweet Gum,
Sugar Maple. Though darkness gathers, praise our crazy
fallen world; it’s all we have, and it’s never enough.
~ Barbara Crooker
Praise Song
So where did autumn go? It seems to be slipping quietly by this year. There was a beautiful wedding..but then there was a funeral. The sweet and the bitter.
As I mentioned in my previous post, I am striving for authenticity in my images. This first photo was taken after nights of horrible insomnia..those circular thoughts going around and around in my head. Pushing myself out the door for some long walks in the woods seemed to help (I finally found some trails where hunting is not allowed), exploring and gathering what’s left of autumn, “our crazy fallen world”
There are projects left to finish, a few new ones in the works and a busy holiday season ahead. One day at a time, as they say.
Grateful to have the whole family home soon. I love when the house is full. Will be busy feeding lots of hungry mouths…should sleep well this week.
Wishing all who celebrate, a very Happy Thanksgiving.
floating into February
2017 started out with some changes, some new additions and some happy surprises
Our exhibit at The Bradley Estate turned out wonderfully
Met many talented, inspiring people
Loved the sharing of ideas
(a portion of the exhibit will remain on display until Valentine’s Day)
I was contacted by a magazine editor
my photos and a short article will be published
in their May issue
Will share more details soon.
And last but certainly not least
we adopted this sweet boy
meet Mozart
(yes, he is a genius)
All was good
until it wasn’t
and the world began to crumble
you already know the story
it’s everywhere
so much so, I’ve had to distance myself from social media in order to retain some sense of sanity. I’ve never been comfortable sharing personal issues, religion or politics online, it has mainly been a platform to share photography and friendship.
I don’t live in a bubble. I read, I watch the news shows, I have lengthy discussions with my close friends and family members in the “real world”
And when I’m done with all of that, I go out with my camera. I climb on my raft..
“Art has always been the raft onto which we climb to save our sanity. I don’t see a different purpose for it now.”
― Dorothea Tanning
I float, if only for a few moments.
Licht Years 