My friend and teacher. Has passed away. I walk alongside you always.
Winter at The Tree Place Series–December 22nd
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P.S. I got batteries and now the camera memory card fell into my tea! News is, that my camera is too old to get a new card.
Winter at The Tree Place Series–December 8th
Hello! Today I felt full of…energy. It snowed last night with flakes as big as dinner plates I swear (as long as the plates were silver dollar sized)! The ground was covered! Then I thought, well how am I to take images when all I’ve got is plain white?
I got up this morning and did the morning thing. The clouds lifted to bright blue skies and sun! Drips and drops from melting snow and ice glittered in the sun. I remembered that I have the Sigma SD10 upstairs so I ran to fetch it and drove happily to the tree place, expecting to get some pictures. I rounded the corner and OMG! There sat an old train of passenger cars with a real caboose! In the other direction was electric green grass covered in spots by snow. The mountains had eerie shadows of light and cloud, changed by stark trees and snow. I didn’t have the right lens on the camera for the distance shots. I pulled to the side of the road, put on the flashers and flicked on the camera ecstatic to get images of this old train. Click…
…and then NOTHING.
This is first time that I had used this camera since it was given to me for keeps. I frowned and I looked down at it, it said….the battery was dead. Sigh. I burst into giggles and part of my brain began to panic at all of the beautiful shots within 20 feet of me that I would miss. I said to God, HA! Very funny! Though I’m glad for new image inspiration, I’d kinda actually like to get the image onto the camera Lord. He said…stoppit, breathe in! Take in this life, this moment that such thoughts brought you to this place to witness the light just so, the scent of the pines wafting up the road, the wind talking in the weeds. And I just smiled. I put up the image that I took on that first committed day of the tracks. The tracks where the special Christmas Train now sits. The one no one but I will see, because my cameras seem to want to say..no batteries. Maybe just showing up is what I needed, this recharges my own batteries.
it was pomegranate.
Not fading and deepening blues–
Focused upon focusing.
Something grand to attend.
it was pomegranate.
Such a slight thing
without evident meaning
Can’t there be anything else?
It was pomegranate.
–by elisabeth connelley
Oh wait, this, I thought, was a blog, but now I think it was a poem. I tried asking it, but so far, it has not answered and I’d rather stay with the pomegranate.
One Shoot Sunday and Instance–Purple Profundity: Poetry by Elisabeth Connelley
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.”
Picture Prompt Challenge Time!
Spontaneous flame did burst
Upon the tree
Soaring on the wind
Tornadic fire to consume
Up heaving world
Eagle cries out into wind
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
Morning Trip (54)
“It is a release, like a dip in a healing, cool, fresh river. Now I am washed away in the river; after so much fussing, I am torn away and alone in the current. But I can swim, or rather, float. The self I held, I left with my towel on the shore, but I’m still alive; I haven’t drowned or died. Pieces of what I imagined I had to grip to me come floating along beside me. The current of the world is unraveling in faces and forms. Without my will the universe unrolls, and fills my arms with muscles, my heart with human concerns. The scintillating milky way of my back is a winking and shimmering constellation; my body itself is a river, a continent of rivers, a flickering, vibrating, shore less ocean of currents and channels, unfathomable, beginning less, endless. The living ride on life like the foam on the crest of a surge on the cosmic ocean.”
– Paul Fleischman
Faces of Cosmos:January Cosmos Theme, Creative Every Day 2011
This is an untouched image taken, I think, by my daughter, E. It still takes my breath away to see it. It is on a string of images that I labeled as E and the Sundogs. All of us here added to that run of images.