My mother used to tell me of elaborate horses that would travel down from the heavens deep into her REM schedule on any given evening. They'd deliver messages from a man who calls himself "GOD; galloping rhythmically through each mental vibration, telling her she'd been saved. Hallelujah!
[bridgie] from oneword.com
what a difference a camera makes... this is taken with the Canon G-5 in 2004
excerpt from 'Correspondences' ~Baudelaire
Listen! They must be words, drifting between
These living pillars: elusive, never simple.
We walk through the groves of symbols, dark and green,
Which smile and watch us. Nature is a temple.
I'm loving this camera...
this was taken around 7:20 this morning...
first thing I came across, shot with 7D and 24-105mm
in the home built by my father-in-law for his wife Josephine after WWII
orchid, a shape in space by Gary Hume: it reminds me of a blueprint, a design. Perhaps this is how God, or animals, view the plant: an outline. It also makes me think of people, how we meet them as a mere outline, how they are created as a mere ouline, and are filled by interaction with the world.
[Sam Drew] one word.com
The mist in the morning
Was too cold to breathe in.
So I breathed out
And I made the mist my own.
[Andrew]... one word.com
at the shooting range
The comma stood there, right in between one thought and another, and he just couldn't produce a single clause to connect. And yet, he had left the sentence so open, so dangling, that he felt as if he had to finish the thought. [blue diamonds]
in Massachusetts
Life is mostly froth and bubble,
Two things stand like stone;
Kindness in another's trouble,
Courage in your own.~A.L,Gordon
early morning light at Thompsons
"Be presented with hard work.
Face the fear.
Turn the fear into focus.
Do the work.
GROW (and I mean grow in a good way)... The harder the work, the greater the fear, the more intense the focus. That is how you transform a body... a person... the world actually."~Krista Schaus
this
excerpt from Elizabeth Bowen's 'Death of a Heart' and lovely, dramatic sentiment and dialogue from the early 1900's
"Darling, I don't want you; I've got no place for you; I only want what you give. I don't want the whole of anyone.... What you want is the whole of me~ isn't it, isn't it? ~and the whole of me isn't there for anybody. In that full sense you want me I don't exist."
Eddie to Portia, The Death of a Heart
photo friday entry Garden..... vfxy weekly entry Dark..... tnt chick photohunt Blue
moonflowers with a ghostly blue glow.... they only come out at night
and the horses in the paddock.....
"Again the early-morning sun was generous with its warmth. All the sounds dear to a horseman were around me - the snort of the horses as they cleared their throats, the gentle swish of their tails, the tinkle of irons as we flung the saddles over their backs - little sounds of no importance, but they stay in the unconscious library of memory"...Wynford Vaughan-Thomas
yes... a dog and a miniature goat
jorjdotorg photohunt entry Chilly
well beyond chilly... November 23 at Bunker Hill, RI and freezing cold but beautiful
on the Lake, Lensbaby 2.
"The more you extend kindness to yourself the more it will become your automatic response to others." Dr. W.W. Dyer
gradual is good
tuesday challenge entry Gold
"Any man can fight the battles of just one day. It is only when we add the burdens of those two awful eternities-- yesterday and tomorrow-- that we break down." -anonymous
The Child is Father To the Man ... poet-Gerard Manley Hopkins
"The child is father to the man." How can he be? The words are wild. Suck any sense from that who can. "The child is father to the man." No; what the poet did write ran, "The man is father to the child." "The child is father to the man!" How can he be? The words are wild!
glorious
curious as to what this means.....
welcome to my garden .....
on hold
The Door~Felix Dennis
I hammered hard upon the door, confused, My soul in pain: "What! Am I to be abused, A pilgrim in the rain?
A dragon-fly with wings still yet to dry From Mammon's mire, May yet outshine a butterfly And set the lake a-fire".
But as I raved and battered at the keep A voice within Spoke sweetly to my troubled sleep: "Twas never locked- Come in."
http://www.lighthousefriends.com/light.asp?ID=403
from Beavertale Lighthouse, RI... day after Thanksgiving, freezing cold, windy, beautiful...
