Reflex photos

Hand

a hand, a door, a question

" An unconcious choice is a reaction. A concious choice is a response" Gary Zukov

i-gizmo entry Hand

Ringling Museum Color

fantastical, a multiple choice of line and color for the eye to follow

"You bring  a future into your reality each time you make a choice, and as that future becomes your present, you must choose again." Gary Zukov

i-gizmo entry Color

Head Weathered

  'A woman of a Certain Age'

"This must have been my life but I never lived it" -Her childishly wide stare at some diminishing reel of space and brightness, half illusory, half not, stuns to an epitaph.  And I can read it all: how a little lie whitened to twenty years; how she was chosen by something called happiness, yet nothing, nothing was hers.  And now she has to turn away, and her bruised eyes are smiling in their nets: "I'ts simple, isn't it? Never say the yes you don't mean, but the no you always meant, say that, even if it's too late, even if it kills you." Carol Rumens

i-gizmo entry Head

Frame Light

lazarus      second day

i am not the same man borne into the crypt.      as ones return from otherware altered by what they have seen,      so have i been forever. lazarus. lazarus who was dead.      what entered the light was one man. what walked out is another. Lucille Clifton

i-gizmo entry Frame      

Mirror Ball

Words are mere bubbles of water, but deeds are drops of gold Chinese proverb

i-gizmo entry Mirror

Woman

" People who think only a model type can be a beautiful woman are as lacking in sophistication as those who think only a burger and fries can be a tasty meal" Victoria Moran

i-gizmo entry Woman

Jack In The Pulpit

It is only since I have had my own child that I have known how much I always failed to do what I might have done for the happiness of you both... It seems to me as if I never sympathized with you as I ought, or tried to embellish and sustain your life, as far as it is possible. Margaret Fuller, American writer and critic, to her mother Margarett C. Fuller, Nov. 7th, 1849

Mother's Day

i-gizmo entry Flower

Shadow Woman

It is startling to go around the corner, through the doorway, and to be confronted with this statue.  This is the deep South with predominant Christian belief. She is so serenely Eastern and ornate that you are instantly transported. Strange juxtaposition.

i-gizmo entry Shadows

Sunshine

sunlight, warmth, comfort

The Sun Judah Al Harizi (c.1170-1235)

Look: the sun has spread its wings over the earth to dispel the darkness.

Like a great tree, with its roots in heaven, and its branches reaching down to the earth.

i-gizmo entry Sunshine

Dance Spirit

Veterans Day Parade, waiting to start and high spirits

'The Door"

the day after the national election the sky cleared and the sun found it's guitar.  i ran to the plaza and soon discovered myself dancing in the middle of a jubilant crowd.  a nation of song, a nation of thousands pushing like the sea to the cathedral.  i felt the sweet sweat of arms, legs and chests.  i found my place among the living, the dead, the ghosts, the children waiting to be born.  something more powerful than victory was in the air.  i could breathe again.  my prison door was open.  my country was outside.  she had been waiting for me.  E. Ethelbert Miller (b.1950)

i-gizmo entry Snapshot

Coffee Friends

She loves the smell of coffee, according to my friend this donkey has been effective in keeping the coyotes from killing any of the animals on his farm. Taken last spring, and come to find out, this spring she had a baby. Pictures to come soon.

For the ignorant, old age is as winter; for the learned,it is as harvest. Hasidic saying

i-gizmo entry Animal

Street Reflection

in the street of Georgetown,SC at the Handmade Boat Festival

"You don't stop laughing because you grow old; you grow old because you stop laughing" Michael Pritchard

i-gizmo entry Street

Macro Pods

                                                     Sonnet XVII  by Pablo Neruda

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden in itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close. (for E.)

i-gizmo entry Macro

Circles Clematis

"What we see depends on mainly what we look for" John Lubbock

i-gizmo entry Circle

City

"If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you. If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you." Gospel of St. Thomas..in reference to feelings

i-gizmo entry

Musician Grown

The theme for i-gizmo this week is musician. This child is the musician that came to mind. Grown now, his instrument is his voice. In years past it was a guitar then on to an electronic organ, but this was his first instrument. Another one of those odd things that sit in the closet waiting for future years use.

"If you judge people, you have no time to love them." Mother Theresa

i-gizmo entry

Two

Two in thought       Abraham Maslow's 5 levels of communication

First level, most shallow and cliche: "How are you?" "Fine." We ask a question, or respond out of politeness, but really do not want to give or receive a truthful answer.  Second level involves two people speaking of a third party or thing. Often, this kind of sharing deterioriates into gossip. In talking about others we can avoid depth or any real sharing of our inner selves.  Third level, two people talk about a subject, politics, religion, education, and so forth. We show a little more of our inner selves, ideals, but do not reveal the reality we actually live.  Fourth level, increasingly deeper, comes when we share hopes and hurts, joys and mistakes, dreams and fears. At this level we share who we really are; it is our gift of love, the gift of ourselves.  Fifth level, is the listening and receiving level. We receive love from others when we listen to their deepest longings and dissapointments. 'The Reflecting Pond'

i-gizmo entry

Clouds

Driving Me Crazy  if anyone knows birds ...thank you

Florida sunset clouds in January

Most human beings today waste some twenty-five to thirty years of their lives before they break through the actual and conventional lies which surround them.  Isadora Duncan

i-gizmo entry

Telephone

a watched pot never boils

waiting...watching...hoping

i-gizmo entry

Green

Another excerpt from ' The 22 {non-negotiable} Laws of Wellness' by Greg Anderson

"The Law of Unity: this all works together- body, mind, and spirit. Nudge the body all you want. But until habits of the mind and spirit change, we'll never know wellness.   What is the worst spiritual habit, the one that causes dissapointment, conflict, loss, and dis-ease of every kind? Speculation ranges from laziness, to procrastination, blasphemy, and criticism. All good choices.   But the absolute worst habit is ingratitude- the lack of thankfullness and appreciation, our poor return for blessings and kindness received."

The green of new life sprouting is a blessing.

i-gizmo entry

Snow

              'You Are Not My Fantasy' James Kavenaugh

You are not my fantasy of sheer rock cliffs crowned by redwoods, no silver waterfall cascading into white rapids, not a damp green meadow cooled by cypress trees. You are only a landscape I have learned to

love, a srub oak plain and beautiful, an awkward jack pine more comforting than any willow, dry brown grass grown golden in the twilight, a granite rock hidden under dark moss, a mysterious madrone with sculpted copper limbs, a friendly gulch mined to bedrock and fresh water. I've seen enough white mountain cliffs and waterfalls, enough green meadows and azure lakes that are more beautiful in the distance. I want the familiar landscape I've grown to love, the scrub oaks and golden grass, the red madrone and granite hidden under green moss, fresh water and the promise of twilight.

i-gizmo entry

Flag

"When we long for life without difficulties, remind us that oaks grow strong in contrary winds and diamonds are made under pressure"  Peter Marshall

i-gizmo entry

Contrast Night Fern

Spirit: life giving force: endow with life, energy, and power: real meaning or intention    Soul: a person's moral and emotional nature: the essential part of something: the spiritual part believed to give life to the body and often believed to be immortal    Matter: substance of which a physical object is composed: something which occupies space and has weight

i-gizmo entry

Photographer

'The serene have not opted out of life. They see more widely, love more dearly,rejoice in the things the frantic mind no longer sees or hears.' Pam Brown

a daily choice

i-gizmo entry

New Year

Alison and Dave began a New Year together as man and wife on Oct. 9.

A New Year filled with blessings for all.

Seize the opportunity when it arises  Once missed, it may be lost forever    Feng Menglong

i-gizmo entry

Kitchen

This was my view this morning.  Out the window I can see the birds at the feeder.  The yard rats(squirrels) fighting them off and winning of course.  Coffee done perking, some beautiful flowers to set out on the table, and Ella Fitzgeralds 'Sleigh Ride' playing.  Husband home shortly and life is good.  A long gratitude list.....

i-gizmo entry

Shoes

James Kavenaugh again                  'Guilt'     Guilt rides on his horse like a weary soldier,    Sharpening his sword and looking for a war,    Ready to make anyone's cause his own.    Then, when there is no war and no one needs him anymore,    He wanders in circles wondering who he is.    Finally he dismounts and puts his swords away,    Feeling bad again because he forgot to thank his horse.

i-gizmo entry

Cup

                           I'm stuck on Rumi poems...

"From the hundreds of times I lost the connection, I learned this:    your fragrance brings me back. Inside that become a feast day with aloeswood burning, the pure empty sky around the moon.

Then I make promises.   I break them.   Same as before, I try to find you by thinking and reading about finding.     No help there!

i-gizmo entry

Book

A page from my altered book journal. All about symbols, direction, labrynthes, and confusion......the process of working through circumstances and choices in life...to the healthiest conclusion.

i-gizmo entry

Night

Mark and Willa

dancing at

Alison and Dave's wedding

...........

quintessential

                Charleston

Oh what a night........

I-gizmo entry

Trees

Lake fog

through the trees

Columbia Lake

Blythewood, SC

i-gizmo entry