August
“When the blackberries hang
swollen in the woods, in the brambles
nobody owns, I spend
all day among the high
branches, reaching
my ripped arms, thinking
of nothing, cramming
the black honey of summer
into my mouth; all day my body
accepts what it is. In the dark
creeks that run by there is
this thick paw of my life darting among
the black bells, the leaves; there is
this happy tongue.”
–Mary Oliver
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Here is the missing train image from the other day! This is from the Sigma SD10 camera, that has ever so many things that it does, or the photographer can do/must do, that I do not know how to do. Do. (shows teeth in what is supposed to be a grin, nods head curtly and does a sort of curtsy)
Fine, I put the camera in full manual mode, and since I didn’t know it, and didn’t know the directions for working with it nor actually how to skillfully navigate settings…I shot crap. (doing that above parenthetically referenced thing from above again here)
There IS a bonus! The old software to get the raw images off of the card thingie is now new software and for me, is nicer to use, though I will need to play with it and parts of it go against my grain a bit. If I shoot crap, well, it’s crap. HOWEVER!! I could fix the train image so that it is viewable, so I did.
The train, the batteries, and the Sigma in manual. ha!
Notice, that I’m not claiming it as one of the ones I will offer as prints. Copy it at will, and if you make a few bucks from it, more power to ya! (but please do let me know, as it would simply add to the humor of the situation)PSSsttttttt….Pennsylvania Railroad trains were a brown shade 😉
Here are a few other shots that I actually did get today!
A Little Earth
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And just as I was getting the hang of switching on and off the injured Sigma, pulling out the battery column, stuffing it back in, flipping her back on and snapping…(a nice rythym, that was more of a sway and less like a butt wriggle)
Sundown
Winter at The Tree Place Series--5
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Breathing Vines--by elisabeth connelley
I took this image quite a while ago. I think I am going to try something new, and see how I feel about it. I know how I feel about it now, it isn’t good but I’m going to do it until at least the solstice. For now, I’m going to call the thing…daily dead things, or Winter at The Tree Place. I’m sitting here muttering to myself to quit complaining. The rest of me is saying, well, there is no life in dead brown and black things. No spark that says IMAGE ME! The argument is how can I show the play of light and energy, heat and feeling? I went back and I found this one, because it does. The sun was setting and it made it all look red. The image hasn’t been altered. The other day I visited the Tree Place and wondered at the warmth of the day. I wondered at the endless shades and textures of the browns! So, I’m going to try it.
I began writing this as a comment back to Dana over at Southern Herbalist. OH MY GOODNESS GOSH! I didn’t realize I missed the link before now (wednesday nov. 30)
I wrote: ha!
I knew before I hit the post that you’d tell me to clear it all and then sit with each one, to talk to it…and wait till I could hear it 😛
we so fuuuuuuuuuuunny!!
And then, I typed what follows, and then I decided I should just blog about it. So, here it is, my traveling back to myself…
I cleared the table today, I was even moved to salt scrub the surface of the table AND the wood tray that held many of the items! Then I salted me! 😀
Then I said, in my meaningful combination of snark and really meaning it: Ok, You gave to me these things to help myself and then to help others. I am feeling stressed or ungrounded and I do not trust myself to choose what to do next. Please increase the energetic feeling of each so that I do not make a mistake that might harm myself or, in turn, others. (I had moved everything to the chair, washed the tray and put it outside to air dry. Scrubbed the abalone shells, with salt–which I never EVER do. Grabbed each item and got IMMEDIATE FEEDBACK! I didn’t feel broken. AND, I knew what to do with the things I needed to put out as having been finished or used up. I ground some, snapped some and put them all into the center of the cat-mint and wormwood bed and thanked them for their use, like I do with burned smudge. Daughter brought me home a giant chunk of stone with crystal and some forms of chalcedony inside–much like a geode, but without much hollow space. It’s on the table. Mason jar with dried bunches of lavender. I got these fresh over the summer wondering what possessed me to do so. I added a sprig from the junipers outside the front door and three sprigs of fresh rosemary. The candle came back. The selenite stayed too. The spent matches holder is full of cloves. The wands and other wood bits that very strongly said KEEP ME are now inside a basket with sweet-grass, sage, cedar and other such items. A tiny basket now holds all of my stones that I picked up and put all in one spot, to smudge, they seem happy there so I will see. Both baskets and feathers are on the cleaned tray!
House feels so much better kiddos shouted what are you doing to the house and they came down to SIT AT THAT TABLE!!!
Thanks for posting what you did Dana, I didn’t feel able or trusting me enough to take care of it without the impetus of your blog.
This morning, I was still or yet again, in what I have decided to term a funk. I am also going to point out that a funk for me can be a depression, a dealing with life on life’s terms that feels heavy without freedom and expression of my simultaneous joys. It can also be a place where my head is very full of things, that do not seem to congeal into one coherent story. A brain full of fragments. I think everyone has fragments, but a funk comes for me when the fragments have weight and meaning, appear to conflict, and come to no conclusions as to actions to be taken. How long can one sit, not reacting, before one gets stuck?
So, Kathy’s blogs “When intentions ‘fail’ perhaps something else ‘succeeds’ and “Rant” , yet again, used some of the words for the concepts and feelings of the fragments in my head.
I typed a LOT in the comments of the two blogs. I fretted over Kathy possibly feeling that I had run over her blog. I fretted over why I cannot(have not been able) to just write my own blog in response. I told myself that Kathy can speak up, delete comments and so on a so forth. I got distracted in this thinking by the feeling of creation.
I have been smelling pumpkin pie cooking for two days. I avoided making pie, crust is messy. I thought of the warmth of the kitchen and the scent of ‘home’ that permeates the house when I bake. I followed the scent of baking bread. I am NOT making bread!(I said that loudly to myself.) I thought of cinnamon, cloves, vanilla, and cedar simmering on the stove. OOOOO I can do that!
Then I thought that if I just wiped the counters. Put some things away. Created a clean slate. I made a simple list, without expectation of getting any of it done today, just the step of noticing the items was enough. My brain began to gather around my writing pink pen and said oh dear don’t write that down, it’s too simple just take action! So, I did.
I have cleaned things, which weren’t so messy as my eyes were seeing. I am working on the cooking. I am focusing on how the ingredients feel in my fingers, thanking them for providing grounding input for my overdone system. I am very glad my fingers like to feel and to create images and feelings. This overrides the fragments. This provides structure and value for me. I am starting to feel anxious again as I type, so I’m going to go off now and continue creating. Thank you, friend Kathy!
Good Morning! It’s One Shoot Sunday again!
The following is quoted to attribute the photographer and the site that supports and encourages The Poetry Challenge of One Shoot Sunday.
Sunday Photography Interview: Adam Romanowicz & Poetry Challenge
“[sic]Adam Romanowicz is an avid pursuer of the artistic and the abstract. An engineer in “the real world,” Romanowicz’s passion for composition and the outdoors has led him to an adventurous life of fine art, as well as editorial and commercial stock photography. His website, 3scape is an award-winning institution show-casing his fine art work. His published credits run the gamut, from CD covers and store displays to the Oxford Dictionary for the Middle Ages.
Today, this inspirational photographer has taken time from his busy schedule to share a bit of insight with One Stop Poetry.”
Converging--by Adam Romanowicz
INSTANCE
Spontaneous flame did burst
Upon the tree
Soaring on the wind
Tornadic fire to consume
Rush
Crackle
Snap
Unfurl
Drawing Earth
Up heaving world
Eagle cries out into wind
Taking messages
Kindred twin
Raging wind
Thunder’s roar
Lightning’s warning
A silent pause deep in the din
A raindrop trickles down her skin
Melting rage and fire deep
Within a soul
In a moment she remembers
Stretches arms up to the sky
Calling torrents of the welcome rain to kiss away pain
–by elisabeth connelley
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