reality of things

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The astonishing reality of things

Is my discovery each day.
Each thing is what it is,
And it’s hard to explain to someone how happy this makes me
and how much this suffices me.

All it takes to be complete is to exist.

~ Fernando Pessoa

change

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But start slowly, because direction is more important than speed.
Sit in another chair, on the other side of the table.
Later on, change tables.
When you go out, try to walk on the other side of the street. Then change your route, walk calmly down other streets, observing closely the places you pass by.
Take other buses. Change your wardrobe for a while; give away your old shoes and try to walk barefoot for a few days – even if only at home.
Take off a whole afternoon to stroll about freely, listening to the birds or the noise of the cars.
Open and shut the drawers and doors with your left hand.
Sleep on the other side of the bed. Then try sleeping in other beds.
Watch other TV programs, read other books, live other romances – even of only in your imagination.
Sleep until later. Go to bed earlier.
Learn a new word a day.
Eat a little less, eat a little more, eat differently; choose new seasonings, new colors,
things you have never dared to experiment.
Lunch in other places, go to other restaurants, order another kind of drink
and buy bread at another bakery.
Lunch earlier, have dinner later, or vice-versa.
Try something new every day: a new side, a new method, a new flavor,
a new way, a new pleasure, a new position.
Pick another market, another make of soap, another toothpaste.
Take a bath at different times of the day.
Use pens with different colors.
Go and visit other places.
Love more and more and in different ways. Even when you think that the other will be frightened, suggest what you have always dreamed about doing when you make love.
Change your bag, your wallet, your suitcases, buy new glasses, write other poems.
Open an account in another bank, go to other cinemas, other hairdressers,
other theaters, visit new museums.
Change. And think seriously of finding another job, another activity,
work that is more like what you expect from life, more dignified, more human.
If you cannot find reasons to be free, invent them: be creative.
And grab the chance to take a long, enjoyable trip – preferably without any destination.
Try new things. Change again. Make another change. Experiment something else.
You will certainly know better things and worse things than those you already know, but that does not matter. What matters most is change, movement, dynamism, energy.
Only what is dead does not change – and you are alive.

~ Clarice Lispector

Changes are happening here, some doors are opening
I’m taking my seat on the other side of the table.

catching up

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It’s been weeks since I’ve had a chance to sit and catch up. Spring is in full force, although today it feels a bit like autumn with a brisk chill in the air. We had a week of rain that left everything lush and green and the tree blossoms are just glorious now.

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We actually got to experience spring a bit early when we took a road trip down to North Carolina to see my son. We stopped along the Blue Ridge Mountains in Virginia and did a bit of hiking.  The views were incredible.

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Gearing up for a busy couple of months ahead, which will include a trip to the Maine coast, a family reunion and an exciting photo project.

Once again, I will be teaming up with Carol MacGregor (Happy Gatherings Photography) for a shoot at the beautiful Eleanor Cabot Bradley Estate in Canton, Massachusetts. This project will be based on the art of John Singer Sargent. The Bradley Estate is one of many sites run by The Trustees of Reservations and this year will mark their 125th anniversary. We met with the director last week and got the Board’s full approval and we’re now doing tons of research and collecting of props. Very happy to be part of this celebration.

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So that’s life in a nutshell..back to my usual short and less chatty posts. Have a lovely week ahead.

go with the flow

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“For example, the wind has its reasons. We just don’t notice as we go about our lives. But then, at some point, we are made to notice. The wind envelops you with a certain purpose in mind, and it rocks you. The wind knows everything that’s inside you. And not just the wind. Everything, including a stone. They all know us very well. From top to bottom. It only occurs to us at certain times. And all we can do is go with those things. As we take them in, we survive, and deepen.”

~ Haruki Murakami
Hear the Wind Sing

early spring impressions

sunshine on a cloudy day-

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..and some random ramblings

Spring reminds me of an impressionist painting, as little dots of color start appearing here and there. Seems the color around me is mostly yellow at the moment, as the rabbits have eaten all my purple crocus. I wonder if the purple ones have a sweeter flavor..maybe the yellow is too tart?

Been listening to an old favorite. Debussy seems to go perfectly with Spring and Impressionism.

My little chipmunk friend, Cheeky, has returned. She waits by the deck door most mornings for her handful of peanuts. Sometimes she follows me out to the bird feeder in hopes of catching a few sunflower seeds that spill on the ground.
Amazing how many seeds she can squeeze into those cheeks of hers.

Enjoying these longer days and loving the golden hour light through my dirty windows.

Still avoiding much of the political news on television and social media. Scary and depressing.

Thankful for those little empty spaces in time..

It’s Ours

there is always that space there
just before they get to us
that space
that fine relaxer
the breather
while say
flopping on a bed
thinking of nothing
or say
pouring a glass of water from the
spigot
while entranced by
nothing

that
gentle pure
space

it’s worth

centuries of
existence

say

just to scratch your neck
while looking out the window at
a bare branch

that space
there
before they get to us
ensures
that
when they do
they won’t
get it all

ever.
– Charles Bukowski

I have loved the last two books I’ve read recently-

“My Name is Lucy Barton” by Elizabeth Strout
“All the Broken Things” by Kathryn Kuitenbrouwer

Just started “Pilgrim at Tinker Creek” by Annie Dillard
Perfect timing as it’s an exploration on foot in a region of Virginia and we will be heading there and beyond in a couple weeks.

Excited to meet a photographer friend and his family from Scotland this weekend. They will be visiting Boston for a few days. Been following his work on Flickr for a few years now. I find it pretty amazing to think of all the wonderful people – photographers, writers, artists – I’ve met through photography. An incredible, supportive and generous community.

So I’ve rambled enough for now…time to catch up with all of you.

Wishing you a wonderful rest of the week.