(Please Read: Google has reintroduced the thumbnails at the
bottom of the photos after you double click on any image. All photographs are
mine unless otherwise noted.)
I occasionally come across a blurb by a reviewer which makes absolutely no sense on any level about the efforts of creative people, and is inherently babble which an online dictionary described as, "Babble is to talk on and on without a particular goal, to bubble at the mouth, but not in a pretty way. " Here is a review from the NY Times about a new album of music by a group called "Matt Ulery's Loom."
"Wake An Echo" due out on Tuesday could only be the product of a composer-improviser working in this era, with frictionless access to great chunks of classical postminimalism, atmospheric indie-rock, and harmonically astute post bop."
I leave this to any interpreter of alien languages to decipher. (See the cartoon at the end of this post for what may be needed to understand what was said in the above blurb.)
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Lee and I went to the botanical gardens in Boothbay Maine last Saturday and the first four photos are from that day. It is something of a Maine venture by local people who bought 250 acres of land and built over fifteen years a wonderful landscape filled with a great variey of plants, flowers and trees. Worth a visit as the project turned out really well.
I occasionally come across a blurb by a reviewer which makes absolutely no sense on any level about the efforts of creative people, and is inherently babble which an online dictionary described as, "Babble is to talk on and on without a particular goal, to bubble at the mouth, but not in a pretty way. " Here is a review from the NY Times about a new album of music by a group called "Matt Ulery's Loom."
"Wake An Echo" due out on Tuesday could only be the product of a composer-improviser working in this era, with frictionless access to great chunks of classical postminimalism, atmospheric indie-rock, and harmonically astute post bop."
I leave this to any interpreter of alien languages to decipher. (See the cartoon at the end of this post for what may be needed to understand what was said in the above blurb.)
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Lee and I went to the botanical gardens in Boothbay Maine last Saturday and the first four photos are from that day. It is something of a Maine venture by local people who bought 250 acres of land and built over fifteen years a wonderful landscape filled with a great variey of plants, flowers and trees. Worth a visit as the project turned out really well.
Dreams of childhood still rise to the surface,
an idylic house and garden where peaceful summer days
were spent in the imagination of youth -
which has its own wonderful reality in memory.
(The scene above is in the children's section of the gardens.)
The bud of an energing flower .......
..... becomes the flower offering pollen to the bee
in turn becoming the food to feed others.
Perhaps a metaphor for our own groth process
as ongoing human concerns.
A large urn sitting in a garden.
What contents are stored here?
Perhaps the ashes of trees that are no longer with us -
perhaps a living colony of ants
making good use of what has been provided.
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Campobello trees waiting on daylight.
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Here is a recording by Clarissa Pinkola Estes called "The Creative Fire." She is a Jungian analyst who has offered one of the best descriptions of the creative process I have heard. It is in nine segments which have to be accessed one at a time for about 50 minutes of listening. Worth the effort.
Chick here and open the folder:
If you want more of these talks they are available on Amazon at:
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Peace until next week,
Bill Lagerstrom
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