Monday, December 30, 2013

December 30, 2013

December 30, 2013

    Some people retire and move to Florida where they idle away the days and to a degree stop learning and growing even though there is so much available  to stay active and fully alive. Cathy Bruno, a friend to this blog who lives in the Bangor area has just retired and has started a Blog to document a new career as a musician, how she is going about adding to her knowledge by returning to college and by being active in the Church as a singer and an organist. She is, from several conversations we have had, a remarkable Maine Woman who is not going to stop growing. God has Graced Cathy and her Bolg is well worth visiting. If you add your email in the box on the upper right of Cathy's Blog you will be notified of new posts and be able to follow how her life is unfolding.

Here is the address:    http://CathyJBruno.blogspot.com/

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   All photos are mine unless otherwise noted and can be viewed full screen by clicking on any image.

    Well we have had what some call a two or three times a century ice storm leaving the State in a frozen pickle even almost a week after the event. A lot of power was lost everywhere and will not be fully restored for some until the weekend, almost ten days without electricity. We had three outages, two for a short duration of a few hours, and all of Christmas Eve until morning arrived. We are luckier than many and Lee and I were grateful to be without power as we had a chance to not turn on anything electronic and play a few games - Scrabble and a word card game - along with connecting by talking without distractions from any screen. We still had heat and water even though we were prepared to go a distance without because of much practice through vacations in a non-electric tent cabin on Campobelo Island off the coast of New Brunswick. 

   When there was sun Acadia National Park was where we spent two wonderful days in a story book Winter Wonderland that was truly unparalled in my memory for Nature's beauty. All the ice is still on the trees and every twig that manages to stick its head above ground as it has not gone above freezing since the storm. The latest weather says more sub-freezing temperatures for a while yet. 

   Life in Maine in the Winter means that getting outdoors is where the beauty is, so we go unless the roads are a problem. This rarely happens as we had ten inches of snow last night and the roads were almost completly clear at 7:30 this morning when Lee went to work. 

   Here are a few photos taken after the ice storm:


Every tree, branch, twig, exposed grass, house, overhead wire, 
tomb stone, cat or dog left out overnight, car, and on and on,
was covered with the same amount of ice you see on the twig above. 



My year end postcard from Maine


Every blade of grass ----









Eagle Lake, Acadia
every tree covered in ice

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The last rays of the Winter setting sun
have the ability to take one's breath away 
the Gift of God's Beauty -
No charge for anyone.

(Schoodic Point, above and below.)


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For some this is all the beauty of Winter
seen  by indifferent eyes while grumbling about the weather. 
For some, Winter and snow is simply trouble and bother.

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Something light by way of a suggestion - go out at night and read to the animals.

   They do enjoy a good story!




Peace until next week,

     Bill Lagerstrom


Sunday, December 22, 2013

December 23, 2013

December 23, 2013

Photos can be viewed full frame by clicking on any image.

All photos are mine unless otherwise noted.

    Happy Holidays as we are in the Season of all sorts of celebrations. By way of holiday cheer here are two videos that are well worth a viewing as they are simply delightful clips, well made and exceptionally clever. Please enjoy these Christmas gifts from the creative people who put them together.

   Be sure to turn your speakers up and watch in full screen by using the controls at the bottom of the video windows.

    The Magic Piano:

Click here:   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9BOTXFCpQA

     Four musicians who play one piano:

Click here:   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n543eKIdbUI




(The card above means to say, "From Maine, the very best of the Season...." )


  -  A Christmas Teaching -

Inside everyone
   is a great shout of joy waiting to be born.
Even with summer so far off
    we can already feel it grow in us,
    ready to arrive to life in the world.

All those years listening to those
   who had nothing to say.
All those years forgetting how everything
   has its own voice to make itself heard;
All those years forgetting how easily
   we can belong to everything,
   simply by listening.

Ours is the slow difficulty of remembering
   how everything is born
  from an opposite and miraculous otherness.

Silence and this Winter of listening
   will be enough for the new life
   we can all call our own.

Jesus, our Teacher in these matters,
   was born they say in this, 
   our cold Season of December -
   a teaching in itself on how to go forward from here.

                                          Bill Lagerstrom, 12/2013
  

A Winter scene in Brewer, Maine.
Taken during  the Winter Soltace,
the day of the year with the least hours of daylight.


Today, Sunday morning, after an ice storm left this Bluejay 
to puff up on an ice laden branch trying to stay warm.


Someplace in Hampden, Maine a few days ago.

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      This is the view from the window I sit in front of regularly. On the table is a pile of photos, each waiting to be matched up with a poem which will then be bound into a book - looking at the stack of images I think several books. The book on the bottom left is a guide for a new camera.

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   What follows are three photos taken at the Metropolitan Museum of Art as part of my recent trip to NYC. I am still processing many of the pictures I took that week into images that appeal to my sense of viewpoint. The effect I was seeking in the first two photos tends more to what was produced for over one hundred years by so many photographers who had only film and a darkroom to work with. I am reminded of many photographs that  influenced me when I first picked up a camera in my childhood and at the same time rummaged through books on photography at the Jersey City, Zabriskie Street library where I spent many a day expanding my outlook. Some of those photographers are still my mentors to this day. 

   The last image is from a Japanese vase created in the sixth century which has a Zen like quality to these eyes. 




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A little Christmas Humor:
      Happy Hollidays to all, and to all a good night.

                  Peace,  Bill Lagerstrom








Tuesday, December 17, 2013

December 17, 2013

December 17, 2013

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All Photos are mine unles otherwise noted.

    A rather nice snow fell Saturday night leaving 12-14 inches on the ground which caused cancelations of services at almost every church in the area, as well as the Maine celebration of Dan and Heather's wedding which will take place in Florida soon. A reschedule is in the works for both the wedding 
get-together and the opening of the local houses of worship. Tonight another 8-10 will arrive so the cross country skis and snowshoes are coming out.

    The description of the following two photos are on top of the images

                          - Snow in Maine circa 1952 - From a local museum. -



Snow in Maine circa 9 AM Sunday December 15, 2013



Listen to Snow Falling On Silence by Marina Raye -

      Right Click the link and bring up in a new tab, play and return here to this tab to listen along with the picture: 

                      https://app.box.com/s/rhajpar0y9klr9tma35x

                          - Winter Snow Again –

This month the single leaf of Autumn’s last stand has fallen,
A lesson learned, do not cling to life if you have died.
Our daily death to self, like the fallen leaves become compost –
Nutrition to feed all that will be arriving in Spring.

For those living in sprawling cities, snow is fatal – poison –
Something to be feared and conquered immediately !
Here, past my window in Maine, the first white flakes have arrived,
God’s Gift to the leafless landscape, the joy of clear sight, uncluttered.

Yet, things are still changing, Winter’s deep hold has not yet arrived.
The Sun will warm now and then and release snow’s grip on the ground;
Temporary impermanence of this white blanket covering the future.
Time waits on December and beyond to set the snow and ice in place.

Will God lie dormant as well under the white blankets?
No. Life there is already preparing to emerge in a distant Spring –
Creation’s constructions are always patient.
The Sun still arrives every morning – proof of Love’s devotion.

                                                                          Bill Lagerstrom, 2010

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Feeding the birds is never a chore,
As these feathered creatures are hardly a boor;
Yet on Sunday morning this bird and its full pot,
Turned around and gave me a moon shot!

(One of 40-50 Goldfinches that arrive 5-6 times a day.)


When God sends snow for our enjoyment
The flakes fall as if diamonds most precious are the Gift
Of The Moment, a precious offering reminding us
To pay attention to the wonders that come often.



Winter in Acadia National Park last Year.

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   A few photos from my recent New York City trip which I am still processing. Spending time with my photos on the computer has become a wonderful experience as I am usually nowhere else except with the images. 


"Monoliths" a modern age Stonehenge,
perhaps to be left for the wonderment of some future age
 to ask the question, "Why were these erected here?"


   Lastly, Christmas cards for all, taken in the "Christmas Store" in lower Manhattan. 


    Listen to four sisters from the 1940's as they are singing a Winter favorite to match the above photo.

   Right Click the link and bring up in a new tab, play and return here to this tab to listen along with the picture: 
                  
                  https://app.box.com/s/ww8symyksijjo5rmjrb9

                      Guess the group and you win something .....



A Radio City Rockettes Tree for the Season

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Some Humor:


   Until next week,

                Peace,  Bill Lagerstrom












Saturday, December 7, 2013

December 9, 2013

December 9, 2013

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   In the American Wing of the Metropolitan Museum of Art the following bronze by Harriet Whitney Frishmuth created in 1923 caught the unrepressed joy of a woman who just caught sight of the statue. She was alone and what emerged was a connection without any embarrassment or restriction on the moment at hand. This is a teaching moment for me and perhaps I was one of maybe a few to see and to appreciate the event.

 (The slow shutter speed and telephoto lens needed to capture this moment caused the woman in the image to show motion blur. An immaterial note to the moment.) 






- Being Alive -

In our youth we spoke with life
in order to know Beauty everywhere.
In our body we brought forth all that was needed
to grow the seeds planted there.
When our heart spoke it was to teach the lessons
of the unbounded joy of being alive.

The voices of our creative soul still echo
in the halls of passion and memory –
If we leave the doors to all the rooms
of our joyous creativity open,
the courage to listen to the message they hold
will free that which wants, needs to be born,
and reborn into the freshness of each new day.

                                                                    Bill Lagerstrom,  This morning,  2013  

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If necessary, the wings of the heart
will pull your true self to the surface, 
where, when taking flight
the world can be seen differently,
perhaps for the first time.

(A store window on east 50th. Street, NYC )



In an attempt to find the spiritual qualities of a busy city,
I saw the cars on Queens Boulevard dancing
to the energy of Beauty's presence.
Where there is beauty, God must be present

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Chinatown, NYC, perhaps one of the busiest streets in Manhattan.
If it can be eaten and it comes from the sea it can be found here. 
The crowds are behind me as I shot this photo.


   My daughter Bridget and myself went to a restaurant in Chinatown reccommended by a friend of hers who lived in the area and found some of the best Chinese food I have ever had. For most of lunch we were the only non-Chinese in the restaurant. We started with "Soup Dumplings" which look something like a huge Hershy's Kiss. The idea is that you put a dumpling on a soup spoon, pinch a small hole in its side which releases soup into the spoon - then eat the dumpling followed by the soup which was hidden inside. (Photo taken at lunch.)

Since I made a mess of it I offer the following as a way of amends to Bridget. (XLB appears to be code or Chinese for Soup Dumpling.)

How To Eat
It's not immediately obvious how to consume an XLB without burning yourself or sending hot soup cascading down your blouse or tie or naked chest (depending on how formal the restaurant you're eating at is). Here's how to do it:
Grab. Using chopsticks or your fingertips, gently lift the dumpling off of its cabbage (or parchment paper) liner and gently place it upon a soup spoon. Some restaurant provide tiny tongs for doing this. I find them to be too rough on the delicate skins. I use my fingers.
Nibble. Find an especially appetizing portion of the stretched out skin and gently nibble a tiny, tiny hole in it while your lips are firmly ensconced around the opening-to-be. More advanced eaters paired with exceptionally thin-skinned Xiao Long Bao may find nibble to be completely superfluous and that merely sucking (see next step) is sufficient to release the glorious juices from within.
Suck. Hot soup should immediately being pouring into your mouth. Carefully suck at the hole tilting the spoon as you go so that every last drop of precious liquid is slurped away. Alternatively, leave just a little bit to make the rest of the filling extra-juicy. If you are a true expert, you'll be able to do this while simultaneously sucking in just a bit of air to cool the hot liquid as it enters your mouth. If you're not yet at this stage, you may need to allow the dumplings to rest just a moment before proceeding.
Dip. If you are so inclined, you can at this point dip the remainder of the dumpling in a bit of the black vinegar that they should have been served with.
Bite. Go in for a bigger bite. If the XLB are dainty, you can eat the entire remainder in one go. Larger ones can be eaten in a couple of bites.
Swallow. And savor. Repeat until satisfied.


  Soup dumplings photo from the Web.


A soup spoon


And a Dentist's Office in Chinatown

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(How to look at some Modern Art in a museum with a recorded tour.)

   Peace until next week,

                              Bill Lagerstrom










Wednesday, December 4, 2013

December 5, 2013

December 5, 2013

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   I have been posting photos of NYC for three weeks now and will bring more in the future as I have found a new interest in people as subjects, along with all the background and foreground that comes with that territory. However I was reminded that images of Maine and nature have a more spiritual aspect to them, that photos of New York were in themselves vibrant and alive with energy, but, and I agree, it is difficult to find the spiritual in the busyness and rush of everyday life in large cities. 

   So I send an second post this week of photos shot last Friday in Acadia National Park which is a sort of return to the roots of this blog. It is easier to see God and the Spirit of Creation and Creativity in Nature than anywhere else for me. When in natural surroundings I am usually unaware of time constraints and the need to be somewhere, or to do something. This is one of the great benefits of living in the State of Maine, I can practice "Standing Meditation" whenever I am in the presence of "She Who Is Nature."

   It is Winter now in Maine, the land is covered in the Season's clothes .....

    Here is a short meditation for those times that can be a centering on what is really important in wild places.   (Semi-wild?) 

                   A Short Meditation for Standing In Nature


   We simply stand straight and we watch what is in front of us. We are not concerned with distractions, with all the thoughts that occupy our mind. We just stand—alone, by ourselves, our only reference is our sight, what is in front of us. Our breathing, our concentration, and what we see. That’s all we have.

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                        - What Was, What Is  –

Look at me ….
Once I was beautiful and handsome.
All who saw me said so.

Now, lying in the bed of my Winter,
Leaves detached from branches bondage –
My glory, green, red and yellow, has faded to brown.

I now see my truth;
The One who loved me all along in my lifespan,
Sees my heart uncovered –
And tells me of my real worth.

                                                    Bill Lagerstrom, 2005











At days end, it is still not time to go home ...
This last view of Natures Splendor is Home,
a reminder to stop often in the rush of life
and "See" with the eyes of the heart.

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A Seasonal Cartoon - What to do in the dark days of Winter -



Peace and Serenity,

         Bill Lagerstrom