Gratitude for When God Says NO!!

When I began to sprout this blog, I was making chicken salad for lunch and was greatly pleased with my ability to cook with what I’ve got at times when money is uhm tight. I’ll call it tight. How I got a bowl of salad and a few plates of food with the ingredients that I had, I really cannot say. It’s also delicious and a menu item from a place where I helped to do catering cooking.

An image I took when I was visiting the Tree Place just prior to the main flooding when I was confused as to why the road was closed to the bridge in Montoursville.

Montoursville Bridge Prior to Flooding Crest--elisabeth connelley

I’ve been debating putting up images of raging flood waters from the recent flooding in my area, especially since the Tree Place was involved. I do not like GIANT focus on disaster and devastation. While being very glad not to have been primarily affected in my home, those all around me within a mile or two were being evacuated. I have been greatly puzzled as, well I haven’t been in this area during such a flood event in the past. The one year was bad, I recall, but I didn’t have a car so, I could not see and comprehend the losses. It can even be physically impossible to see outside of one’s box, go figure! All of the roads around here, to my knowledge are not yet opened. Many bridges and entire highway surfaces simply torn away. It is difficult to imagine such power!

The first lesson that encouraged me to post today came from a thought that a friend passed to me and asked me to consider as I learned to understand, utilize, and modulate my own energies and anger. To keep the lesson short, I used to LOVE to throw things, the heavier the better. I worked backwards from furniture to rocks, glass to eggs and so on and so forth. On my insides I’d still throw things. He said, “Rocks are hard, water is patient.”

It took me a very long time to see and to witness what this meant. It’s a work in progress. The slow and steady working away of stone, by the smallest of drips. I used this teaching to learn to bend and not to break. I used this feeling to let things wash over and through me. Inside, I must admit I would have loved the ability to grind things and people with it, to wash them away, to make all in my own perception–clean. I do not think that with my hand feeling water current rushing by in cool clear water that I really ever did understand the power in water.

Here is the cute little house, that I could not really understand why no one resided in it, and hoped to be able to offer the farmer what would be a lower rent, knowing the small stream nearby might flood up onto the porch from time to time. I am glad I was not granted my fervent wish.

Caption and Source: MARK NANCE/Sun-Gazette
A farm between Williamsport and Montoursville is inudated with floodwaters Thursday morning.

It is the red house with the white-edged roof, next to the white building with red roof, up near the portion of road still able to be seen. I am not a flood victim today, because God said NO.

Here is an image that shows a potential outcome of such power, though I somehow imagine, not it’s upper limit of ability.

Caption and Source: MARK NANCE/Sun-Gazette
Route 973 now ends abruptly at the Slabtown Bridge, where a raging Loyalsock Creek has washed away the roadway and part of the bridge.

I think somehow inside that I equated patient with softness, lack of damage, lack of reaction. This is NOT true. Now, to know what I need to do with this. Who knows if I even yet comprehend the entire lesson.

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!

Spring Floral Show in Brandon Park, May 2011(part two)

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These were on a tree.  I do not yet know the identity of the yellow flowering tree and have never seen nor noticed anything like it before!

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.

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