February 11, 2014

February 11, 2014

   All photos are mine unless otherwise noted.

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        “Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.”

                                                                           Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

    An echo of the above statement can be heard in the following link. I would like to suggest that you take a few minutes listening in silence before continuing.

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   This last weekend I changed something of the way I see the world through my new lens implant and in how I perceive some of the photos I took on Saturday. It is a return to a few places I have been to often in my photographs and a fresh look at what I am doing with them on the computer screen. Digital photography has unlimited potential for creativity that it is sometimes daunting, so I have a tendency to go with what has already worked. 

   This week I offer first a delightful photo of two men, two horses and a sled preparing to go out on Fields Pond to cut ice the way it was done before electricity. This was a big business in the Northeast for many years as ice could be shipped long distances without excessive melt.

    This image works for me and I will continue to put similar photos out as Maine deserves to be somewhat changeless in its daily life. 

   After that there are seven images that are products of something I see in them, and are an experiment in seeing the familiar in a different way. There is always a story or a metaphor in every photograph that is life asking us to be observant as we open our outer and inner eyes. 

Fields Pond is in the background past the trees.

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The morning sun is brazen, pushy,

as it seems to force its way into the day.

The night has no choice in this daily event -

always giving way to the inevitable.

I never knew that God put speed signs up 

to slow down the clouds racing by -

Perhaps this is so we can enjoy more of

the wondrous creations of a new day.

   A tree says:  "A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail."

                                                                                      Unknown author 

In that space between awake and sleep,

I dream of trees and let my roots reach out

to entwine themselves in their roots.

Then sleep brings the welcome connection

to everything that is waiting for morning, to be seen again.

On clear mornings the sun arrives at the cloud factory,

anxious and ready to receive the days finery

which will adorn the sky, as we, looking up,

marvel that such beauty is sent to feed our heart and soul.

A story of symmetry laid down straight and true. 

Every story has a picture that reveals ........

The lamp post said,

"I rise to the heavens straight and true!"

The tree replied,

"Good for you."

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Some humor:

   "Do you agree George, that Immanuel Kant stood for the middle ground between rationalism and empiricism? Or do you take the side that all knowledge comes from experience and not reason?"

(Passing time during a slow period at work.)

   Until next week, 

      Bill Lagerstrom