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“When excessive energy is funneled into the cognitive/thinking process, we energetically lose our footing through life’s twists and turns. When our energy becomes entirely directed inward, it can become unforgivingly maddening!”
–Raven Digitalis, quote pulled from Ritual Grounding and Elemental Realignment inside Esoteric Empathy

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“Hiking
Whenever possible I avoid the practice myself. If God meant us to walk, he would have kept us down on all fours, with well-padded paws. He would have constructed our planet on the model of the simple cube, so that notion of circularity and consequently the wheel might never have arisen. He surely would not have made mountains.

There is something unnatural about walking. Especially walking uphill, which always seems to me not only unnatural but so unnecessary. That iron tug of gravitation should be all the reminder we need that in walking uphill we are violating a basic law of nature. Yet we persist in doing it. No one can explain why George H. Mallory’s asinine rationale for climbing a mountain–‘because it is there’–could easily be refuted with a few well-places hydrogen bombs. But our common sense continues to lag far behind the available technology.

There are some good things to say about walking. Not many, but some. Walking takes longer, for example, than any other known form of locomotion except crawling. Thus, it stretches time and prolongs life. Life is already too short to waste on speed. I have a friend who’s always in a hurry; he never gets anywhere. Walking makes the world much bigger and therefore more interesting. You have time to observe the details. The utopian technologists foresee a future for us in which distance is annihilated and anyone can transport himself anywhere, instantly. Big deal, Buckminster. To be everywhere at once, is to be nowhere forever, if you ask me. That’s God’s job, not ours.

The longest journey begins with a single step, not with a turn of the ignition key. That’s the best thing about walking, the journey itself. It doesn’t matter whether you get where you’re going or not. You get there anyway. Every good hike brings you eventually back home. Right where you started.

Which reminds me of circles. Which reminds me of wheels. Which reminds me my old truck needs another front-end job. Any good mechanics out there wandering along through the smog?”
–Edward Abbey

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“There is a witness who watches the obstreperous play of flame and eros and says, This is the dance of existence. A great mutual embrace is always happening between the eternal and what dies between essence and accident. We are all writing the book of love. All the particles of the world are in love and looking for lovers. Pieces of straw tremble in the presence of amber. Isn’t that the deal? We’re here to love each other, to deepen and unfold that capacity, to open the heart. And that means living in the witness, I’m beginning to see.”
–Coleman Barks

Midsummer Evenings–June First Friday in Downtown Williamsport, PA

Good Evening!  I felt forced–I can DO that to myself, can you imagine it?!?! (snorfle)

I went back to the car and got the camera and the parts pleased to have some enjoyment time where all of the kiddos were occupied, smiled at the bright blue sky, hefty camera in hand, and exhilarating and creative evening breeze.  The insistent upon forced bit just really seemed to wish to badger me and say no no get to work no exhilaration!  And THERE, under the trees was…

Pan laughing at me and digging in his lil goat heels...

And I laughed while frowning at this shot that still isn’t my taste as I’m writing now.  And I looked around for an idea to shoot, which if you have read of my image shooting before does tend to get me ‘flat’ images, rather than those that speak and breath life.  One important aspect to life for me is knowledge, stimulation, input, and pondering things.  I turned, felt the golden light and…

James V. Brown Library Main Entrance

I frowned and thought that two shots did not make a Midsummer’s Evening.  I thought to decide NOT to decide what I would post and to simply walk along taking images and let them form themselves or for me to pick and choose later and not tell anyone.  Music and art galleries and crowds pulled me to join them and so, I went.

Beautifully Restored Building Downtown

I heard piano music next!

Beautiful Piano Notes Floating On The Air

I was at Bloomington Gallery: Fine Art and Antiques

There were disconnected heads to be decorated with different hats and posh clothes in order to fit impressions, though it seemed the mask had cracked a bit from working so hard not to notice the myriad reflections in the handy mirror, of course just ever so helpfully out of view of the ever so prim and proper head.

Perfect Mask

Mirror for A Mask

I was very pleased with all of the things to see in this place.  And the amazing people that I met!  An artist was sketching and I realized that she was one of the first people to come and to look at my images at the first of these First Friday Events, when I had a table and JOY OF JOYS!!  She remembered me!  That felt very nice.

Her name is Aly Mitchell.  Tonight, I got to see her works and a portrait creation in progress.

I also met the one sitting for the portait and his friends and family, who are also connected to the owner of the shop, who was out of town for the evening.

The man’s name is Nellie Stutzman.  Someone referred to him as “The King of East End”.  East End is a section of town.  Before I could get more of that story, his wife said….did he tell you about the shirt?  And I said noooooooo….TELL ME ABOUT THE SHIRT!

I went and asked him about the shirt…he made his face very flat and he blinked and he said, “I got this shirt at Bar Harbor at an Irish Shop.”  I did not write down his exact words, but I was sniffing a funny.  He also mumbled about it being a perfectly FINE shirt as evidenced by the tuxedo bits.  He kept a straight face and asked me what I thought was the matter with his shirt.

I said oh NO, it was THOSE female type persons over THERE in that far corner.  He said oh yes I know them(was his wife) and said…”you go back over there and tell them that I do not like them.”

In between all of this I got pictures of Nellie sitting, mostly still and of Aly drawing him.

The King of East End


I had a really nice evening and I learned that I need to adjust for motion as I go along!  Wonder what I’ll find tomorrow night?

Midsummer Evenings–Park Home

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I think that I am going to try something new.  Perhaps only once.  Hopefully for at least the month of June, if not the entire summer!  I’m going to walk about the local area each evening in Summer and post what I find that interests me.  The Hometown History Assignment had value for me in reaching beyond into other subject matter and how I can make it seem more or less ‘flat’ for myself and perhaps others.  Besides, the idea of evening Summer photographs feels romantic to me!

Hometown History Photography Assignment

The following is a response to: Get your Hometown History assignment in before the Rapture, please. from Kathy Drue, over on Lake Superior Spirit

Ok, I went out yesterday with two cameras.  I am still fortunate enough to be using a borrowed Sigma SD10 and lenses and my own.  The life at the very large city park was amazing and I am glad I was able to attend to it.  I grabbed a few shots in the park of structures, and, they simply had NO life to them.  I felt it when I was taking them.  My insides said Screw assignments, your own history is and was created by LIFE and your sensory tactile approach to it.  Nature and surroundings in public places carry all of the feelings and emotions of the humans having walked there before me.  THAT is what makes a Hometown to me.

That being said, part of me wonders if there is something about building images that has to be juuuuuuuuuust right for me to consider it more than a flat and one dimensional shot.  I DO have wonderful images of barns and walls, which usually have a great deal of history connected to them, if I can find an elder to share stories about my chosen subject.  I keep coming back to the idea of NOT having a hometown and either attempting to join in and force one upon myself or enjoying seeing what creates such a feeling and expression from OTHERS.  Share their stories and feelings within a single image.

So, I will share here some of the images that I have taken over time, and then some of the nature ones from Brandon Park, which is of historical value to the town where I live and a place of gathering for growing and sharing memories.

Little League World Series Opening Parade

Parade Glamor

Mrs. Styers Queen of Blueberries

Montgomery Patriot--by Elisabeth Connelley

Beckonings--by Elisabeth Connelley

Well, go figure!  I got to the end and I had plenty, silly me.  I’ll post Brandon Park images another time.

Please visit and Scott Thomas at Views Infinitum if you would like to view or are interested in participating in more photography assignments.

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(Click the image to reach an amazing article about this $5,000 house.)

Here, where nothing is worth anything,
I’ve set up a grass-thatched hut.
After eating,
I just stretch out for a nap.

As soon as it was built,
weeds were already growing back.
Now I’ve been here awhile
its covered in vines.

So the one in this hut just lives on,
unstuck,
not inside, out, in between.

The places where usual folk live,
I don’t.
What they want,
I don’t.

This tiny hut holds the total world,
an old man and
the radiance of forms and their nature,
all in ten feet square.

Bodhisattvas of the Vast Path
know about this but
the mediocre and marginal wonder,
“Isn’t such a place too fragile to live in?”

Fragile or not,
the true master dwells here
where there is no
south or north, east or west.

Just sitting here,
it can’t be surpassed:
below the green pines
a lit window.

Palaces and towers
of jade and vermilion
can’t compare.

Just sitting,
my head covered,
all things rest.

So this mountain monk
has no understanding at all,
just lives on
without struggling to get loose.

Not going to
set out seats
and wait for guests.

Turning the light
to shine within,
turn it around again.

Vast,
unthinkable,
you can’t face it
or turn away from it.

The root of it.

Meet the Awakened Ancestors,
become intimate with the teachings,
lash grass into thatch for a hut
and don’t tire so easily.

Let it go,
release,
and your life of a hundred years
vanishes.

Open your hands.

Walk around.

Innocence.

The swarm of words,
and little stories
are just to loosen you
from where you are stuck.

If you want to know
the one in the hermitage
who never dies,
you can’t avoid this skin-bag
right here.
– Shitou Xiqian

Another view of this amazing home.

Many thanks to Terril Welch from Creativepotager’s blog for the joyous trek through beautiful, energetically pleasing, and amazing homemade homes for the past few days.  To inspiration and muses!