So cold earlier in the week...
But today, the temperature was 60 -- it felt like Spring.
Who knows what it will be like next weekend?
March is the Month of Expectation.
The things we do not know --
The Persons of prognostication
Are coming now --
We try to show becoming firmness --
But pompous Joy
Betrays us, as his first Betrothal
Betrays a Boy.
~ Emily Dickinson
Sunday, March 04, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
Within and without
Let there be many windows to your soul, that all the glory of the world may beautify it.
~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
(Unlike Mr. Fitzgerald, I don't feel repelled, but instead, enchanted and often mystified....)
I have studied many philosophers and many cats. The wisdom of cats is infinitely superior.
~ Hippolyte Taine
~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
(Unlike Mr. Fitzgerald, I don't feel repelled, but instead, enchanted and often mystified....)
I have studied many philosophers and many cats. The wisdom of cats is infinitely superior.
~ Hippolyte Taine
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Lines & crossings
A line is a dot that went for a walk (or perhaps for a flight)
~ Paul Klee
Anticipation....
Their paths crossed only briefly, each of them unaware.
Fits to a T?
The essence of drawing is the line exploring space.
~ Andy Goldsworthy
~ Paul Klee
Anticipation....
Their paths crossed only briefly, each of them unaware.
Fits to a T?
The essence of drawing is the line exploring space.
~ Andy Goldsworthy
Sunday, February 05, 2012
Birds in winter
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
- William Blake
A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.
-Chinese Proverb
In order to see birds it is necessary to become part of the silence.
- Robert Lynd
- William Blake
A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.
-Chinese Proverb
In order to see birds it is necessary to become part of the silence.
- Robert Lynd
Monday, January 30, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Ice "fossils"
When I saw these patches of ice, they reminded me of fossil imprints on rocks. This first one looks like the skull of some prehistoric being.
This could be a snake, perhaps a relative of Apophis, the giant serpent of Egyptian myth that the sun god, Ra must fight every evening on his journey through the Duat. Ra and the other gods must win the battle each night, or the sun will not rise the next morning.
And this may be a fish-like creature, perhaps a forerunner to the great fish that swallowed Jonah.
What "ice visions" do you see?
This could be a snake, perhaps a relative of Apophis, the giant serpent of Egyptian myth that the sun god, Ra must fight every evening on his journey through the Duat. Ra and the other gods must win the battle each night, or the sun will not rise the next morning.
And this may be a fish-like creature, perhaps a forerunner to the great fish that swallowed Jonah.
What "ice visions" do you see?
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Four birds
This way...
And that way...
And as they say:
"Birdes of a feather will flocke togither."
~ John Minsheu, The Dictionarie in Spanish and English, 1599
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
― Emily Dickinson
And that way...
And as they say:
"Birdes of a feather will flocke togither."
~ John Minsheu, The Dictionarie in Spanish and English, 1599
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
― Emily Dickinson
Monday, January 09, 2012
Holiday aftermath
Gingerbread gone wrong
Once going by too fast, time is now perpetually stuck at 8:15
Once going by too fast, time is now perpetually stuck at 8:15
The wind was rapidly increasing as I took this photo. Thunder rumbled, lightning arced through the clouds. We barely made it in the door before hail and sleet burst from the sky. It must have been a post-holiday phenomenon; thunderstorms are rare this time of year.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Light
Was it light?
Was it light within?
Was it light within light?
Stillness becoming alive,
Yet still?
A lively understandable spirit
Once entertained you.
It will come again.
Be still.
Wait.
Poem -- Theodore Roethke
Photos -- © 2011 M. Owen
Was it light within?
Was it light within light?
Stillness becoming alive,
Yet still?
A lively understandable spirit
Once entertained you.
It will come again.
Be still.
Wait.
Poem -- Theodore Roethke
Photos -- © 2011 M. Owen
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Sunday, December 04, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Found items
As light as....
Not being a "tool" sort of person, I can only guess what this would be used for. Anyone else know?
Party, party!!
Always found during Fall.
Not being a "tool" sort of person, I can only guess what this would be used for. Anyone else know?
Party, party!!
Always found during Fall.
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