Wash upon the sandy shore
Wind blows them away
I wrote this piece on photography and store telling for my writing group this morning: With a tap of my finger on my iPhone I can change a brightly colored photo
to a black and white, then make it textured or add silky swirls with a few more clicks then back again to bright. I can tell five different stories from one click I made a last week. The dried, failed and dying artichoke can become a Masonic eye holding the great secrets of the universe at one moment then become a glowing gypsy fortune tellers neon sign with just a little fiddling. Seeking to find a filter that expresses the true essence of this the artichoke I came upon “pencil paint” that turns the humble thistle into a Durer etching:
Which one is true or doe it matter? All is 1′s and 0′s dots of light arranged and rearranged on and on, for ever… The stories we choose to make out the light and dark in our life is more to the point of what life is all about, The essence? The Truth?
We can be the bedraggled, wilted, forgotten, and betrayed orphaned, or the mystic or a fine piece of art work. It all depends upon the filters we choose to see life through. As an example at the moment I am looking for the positive way to look at a rude, over perfumed person I must deal with. The only thing I came up with is the “he’ll be gone soon” filter. Click!
For now Let me tell you the story of the photos at the top of this piece. They are from the Japanese Tea Garden in Golden Gate Park. This Sunday afternoon in the middle of the summer, when we were there, it was packed with people but somehow it was peaceful. Everyone waited patiently to have a turn to click-capture the Moon Bridge or the lotus pond. It seems everything in the garden, from the bridges and streams, to the rocks and mosses are placed to be in harmony with one another. We hoards of tourist come in to alignment with this geometry. There is space for us all.
Most of us don’t even speak the same language but we manage to communicate well enough to hand each other our phone and cameras to take pictures of one another, on the bridge, in front of the Buddha or next to the koi pond.
While the meta story of the harmony of heaven and earth, water and stone, wood and metal filter out war and death outside this garden. The Gardener who created this peaceful place was not immune to pain of war. He and his family were sent to the Japanese Interment camp at the beginning of WWII. Is there a filter that can transform this story. If you find it let me know.
This post created in alignment with Lens and Pens Black and White Challenge. Which Photo do you feel the most harmony with?
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When Weekly Photo Challenge Containers showed up I thought of Oakland’s container port but didn’t have any pictures of it and didn’t know when or how I would get any. Fortunately I looked up, as we came off the Bay Bridge, just in time to notice 2 clear shots of the Port of Oakland.
P.S. Do Cloud count as containers?
Okay it may be a purple filter but it works
Where’s My Backpack suggested Travel Theme Purple but I only traveled three miles for any of these photos. Maybe when my hiking shoes get broken in I’ll go further…What’s purple in your world?
It’s Wonderful When Thing Works
The scar from my hip surgery was bothering me and the woman at the natural pharmacy suggested, among other things, rose hip oil. Since I have a lovely crop of rose hips in my garden I thought that just might work. Indeed it did soften and smooth the scar on my hip. “Herbs that resemble various parts of the body can be used by herbalists to treat ailments of that part of the body” states the Doctrine of Signatures dating from the time of ancient Greeks. Here’s a modern Blog to tell you more about The Law of Signatures. I came by all this wisdom this week as I read the newest book by Elizabeth Gilbert the “Signature of All Things”
Great read for mind and spirit. FYI she also wrote Eat, Pray, Love.
Happy Nurturing Thursday
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I have a big mess of Zucchini that I stuffed with Feta and Dill…
Trim and discard the stem ends from 2 of the zucchini, halve the 2 zucchini lengthwise,
and with a melon-ball cutter scoop out the flesh, reserving it and leaving 1/4-inch-thick shells. Arrange the shells, cut sides up, on a steamer rack set over simmering water and steam them, covered, for 3 to 5 minutes, or until they are just tender. Invert the shells on paper towels to drain.
Cut the remaining 2 zucchini crosswise into 1/4-inch-thick slices. In a non-stick skillet cook the onions in the oil over moderate heat, stirring, until they are softened, add the reserved flesh, chopped, and the zucchini slices, and sauté the mixture over moderately high heat, stirring, until it is golden. In a food processor blend the mixture with the Feta until the zucchini slices are chopped coarse and stir in the dill. Divide the filling among the 4 zucchini shells, arrange the stuffed zucchini in an oiled flameproof baking dish, and broil them under a preheated broiler about 4 inches from the heat for 3 minutes, or until the filling is bubbling and deep golden. Recipe from the Epicurious App
I got the idea for this post from MKG who posted how she made Peach/Hot Pepper Jam.
What are the rest of you doing with summer’s bounty?
Step into the world of a poet
James Wright, “A Blessing” from Above the River: The Complete Poems and Selected Prose.
Today Margo Rody challenged us to share our favorite poems. I couldn’t remember the title so I just put Two Ponies poem into google and there it was the poem that brought tears of heartbreaking joy to my eyes as well as a shout of maybe even Eureka! For it seems the most perfect poem.
What do you think? What is your favorite poem?
Seeing Spots before my eyes
Last Summer I noticed this spotted canna at my neighbor’s front step. When I exclaimed over its rear freckled beauty, the neighbors explained that they had brought the rhizomes in from their home in Sudan. The rhizomes had to stay in quarantine for 6 months before they were allowed into the US now this beauty is flourishing in California. Flourishing so much they had to separate them, so it is I was given a few baby plants. This is the first to bloom for me. I had to twist and bend to get in close for these shots. Which do you prefer?
Old Farmers Almanac:
Cannas are among the most colorful summer bulbs—as flamboyant as their tropical American ancestry—with ruffled spikes tapering to refined buds.
These perennials come in a vast variety of color and boast immense, often-veined, paddle-shaped leaves and sheathing leafstalks in shades of green or bronze.
With their great reedy canes and palmy foliage, cannas would be magnificent even if they never bloomed. However, they keep blossoming from late spring or early summer to frost.
Turn-of-the-century gardeners so loved cannas that they grew them from seed but this isn’t easy; better to leave propagation to experts and buy the tubers.
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Above a Transylvanian gate
Weekly Photo Challenge asked for a relic. Here is a gate from a UU Church in Transylvania that now stands in California at The Unitarian Universalist Church of Berkeley.
Really, Have you ever seen a dove cot?
I had only heard of them as places to hide in fairy tales!
As you may have noticed the Hummingbird has returned as the Header for the Summer. I just learned from “Smarter Everyday”, that there really is more wind beneath the wings of Humming birds so my question to you is:
Who or What is the Wind Beneath Your Wings?
Enjoy the Video About Hummers
Now Sing Along With Bette
Nurturing Thursday focuses on Envisioning today