Tuesday, January 13, 2015

January 13, 2015

January 13, 2015

   All photos are mine unless otherwise noted.

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    Its been three weeks since my last post which tells me something about the busyness of daily life. I have still been taking photos and working on them in order to nourish the creativity that wants to flow almost without stopping. Today's images were taken at Jordan Stream in Acadia, and here in the Bangor area last week. I believe I set the camera down for awhile before then and I have no answer as to why. Perhaps I needed time to ponder and to create new recipes so the diet I am on would not be only iceberg lettuce and a tomato. 

   Winter has settled in with temperatures occasionally dropping well below zero. All the "Snowbirds" have migrated to Florida not to return until Spring returns. These are local people who after a lifetime of harsh Winters take a break by going south. As for myself there are far too many wonders to meet and greet in this Season to not stick around and witness. I do not speak for Lee, but she is out of the car every chance we get to explore what is presented to us by the weather. 

   Here is a song about Winter wonders that is well known to everyone. Take a listen and if you can identify the singers and the era I will send you by FedEx two large shovels of snow. Let me know. 

   Click here:  https://app.box.com/s/ww8symyksijjo5rmjrb9

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Down these steps we discovered Winter wonders -
hearing the sound of rushing water,
Jordan Stream called us to see its finest jewels,
putting on a welcoming display.

We were completely alone in this section of the park,
a not uncommon thing to happen this time of year. 


                       
                                  - Things About Water –

"Take this frozen heart!" we pray.
  God replies,  "In My time it will be done."
"Do it now!" we insist.
As the answer has already been given to the first prayer,
   the second is, of course, ignored.

Be a lake.
First we find the Living Waters that lie deep within our Self -
   then, we follow the overflow, the streams, all the way to God's Center.
They will turn to ice in the winter of our lives unless
   we do our work on our issues first, before looking for release.

Blessed God! What a moment!
When holding the frozen cup of fear,
   You release us from grasping too long the icy contents.
Tilt the vessel, Lord, and let the Healing Streams have their way!

The water flowing to the ocean holds its own beauty
   even as it ices over – it runs under its frozen blanket.

                                                              Bill Lagerstrom 







A lone branch surveys frozen over Eagle lake in Acadia.



Ice on wires in late afternoon
have their own beauty to add to the landscape.


Waiting  patiently


A postcard from beautiful downtown Bangor Maine.
The Penobscot river frozen over.

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I leave it to you to caption this image. 

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Mary deserves another view


- Madonna and Child -

by Claus de Werve, circa 1400, France

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Some Winter humor:



   Peace until next week,

                                     Bill Lagerstrom










Sunday, December 21, 2014

December 21, 2014

December 21, 2014

   All photos are mine unless otherwise noted.

   To see images full screen click on any photo.

   I want to open with a Christmas card from Denny Dodge. a friend here in Maine. It is a  video sequence with Winter, birds and animals as the stars of a most beautiful tribute to the season. 

https://www.youtube.com/embed/fdSVp9GFeS4  

    Thank you Denny for the link.

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      This Christmas day I will be in the Palliative Care Unit at the Bangor hospital which is a part of service I do on the major holidays whenever it is feasible. I volunteer there to spend time with patients and their loved ones and families, offering whatever I can to be useful in their times of distress and worry.   Palliative Care focuses on providing patients with relief from the symptoms, pain, and stress of a serious illness—whatever the diagnosis. The goal is to improve quality of life for both the patient and their families and or partners. It is work I have been doing here in Maine for the past nine years and it is a necessary part of my week all year round to spend a day there.

   This week the first two images are in effect cards for the holiday season from Acadia National Park here in Maine. They are made from changes I made to photos I took recently.

          Happy Holidays from our friends the trees, all lit up for the season.              






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Thirty-six inches of snow so far this Winter.

When the internal storms of life blow,
it is good advice to slow down,
evaluate the road conditions of the day at hand
and keep putting one foot in front of the other. 



So, every month another fifty pound bag of sunflower chips
arrives on its journey to the stomachs of the feeder birds
just outside the patio door.
Squirrels come with alarming frequency to feed -
a never ending pilgrimage to our back yard. 

No one is turned away.
Ever.
Such also is the way of God' love for us -
The best of teachings.




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In the almost fifty thousand acres of Acadia Park
a lone phone waits to relay messages -
Perhaps a cry for the end of snow,
or perhaps a call of gratitude for the season.

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Two photos of Eagle Lake.
Winter in Acadia.




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Another day ends, frozen for a few more months 
before the thaw arriving every year releases 
the snow and ice holding onto the land. 
Each sunset is a promise that this will happen,
God's generosity to us all -
events that happen only on God's time frame.

Patience is the lesson here. 

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Some humor: 

   Calvin, of Calvin and Hobbs, is busy outdoors making the snow figures we may have dreamed of creating in our own childhood. Like all radical artists he is under- appreciated for his work.  





Peace until next posting,

           Bill Lagerstrom













Saturday, December 6, 2014

December 6, 2014

December 6, 2014

    All images are mine unless otherwise noted.

    To see photos full screen click on any image.

    Krista Tippett is an interviewer of remarkable people on many topics attached to spirituality and belief. She has been on PBS since 2001 and on her website every show in the last thirteen years is available for listening, or download to hear at a future time. I enthusiastically recommend taking a look and hearing whatever interests you - this is a wonderful offering of ideas both good, and sometimes controversial. 

    Here is the link: http://onbeing.org/programs/latest

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   Winter has finally settled in, which is to say I have finally accepted that it is Winter. We have had almost thirty inches of snow and an ice storm to boot here in Down East Maine. Everyone who forecasts the weather including the NOAA have said that we are in for a mild Winter - all except the Farmers Almanac who said this will be a tough season - one of the most severe. Who can say that they are right as after looking on the internet I did not find any accurate proof or disproof, only a bunch of naysayers who said not to trust their predictions without offering anything other than their opinion. In the end it will be what it will be but I do like the idea of the almanac as something that influenced the planting of Spring crops for a few centuries, and may be reliable overall. 

    This week's offerings are of Winter as seen this past week along with a few meanderings into the mystical side of the Season. Everything is somehow a metaphor which applies to probably all images ever produced. This is just a thought as I sense there is more truth in the statement than anything else. 



Fall ended last week in Acadia.
It just said enough, and offered a goodbye -
The wind picked up and the temperature dropped,
as I took one last photo of the Season.
When ice covers everything here and snow falls and falls,
this will help memory until I can go outdoors again
without layers, without a warm hat .

Fall just up and quit!
Can you imagine? 


Next came the snow,
perhaps to cover up the sins of the world.
A showing of the tranquility of white woods and fields.
as God tries constantly to delight us -
A wonder-filled Gift.



Late for lunch


Looking under the ice beauty is still to be found,
just beneath the surface life continues to be bold -
keeping its loveliness safe until the thaw,
even if Winter becomes another ice age.

This is the inward look, finding ourselves to be alive,
in spite of what the manufactured crisis oriented world 
throws at us with the endless barrage of news and ads -
seeming to say, "Now that you feel bad, go buy something."

Beauty was planted in everyone by a Loving God 
who remembers us, and wants us to be happy.
It is us who throw away the Gifts
and embrace the negative.


The trumpets of God's Light announce the Good News of another day.
Let us rejoice and be glad in it no matter the weather.


Even in the dimmest of days, 
a little color can be found.
This does require searching outdoors,
away from the electronic screens 
that want to rule our life.  

   The following photos taken on the grayest day I have seen in awhile still have a bit of color somewhere, a ray of hope, even in air speaking of depression and the loneliness of Winter. Look closely.





                                                                  Grey the Day

Gray the day, all the year is cold,

Across the empty land the swallows' cry
Marks the south flown spring. Naught is bowled
Save winter, in the sky.

O sorry earth, when this bleak bitter sleep

Stirs and turns and time once more is green,
In empty path and lane and grass will creep
With none to tread it clean.

April and May and June, and all the dearth

Of heart to green it for, to hurt and wake;
What good is budding, gray November earth?
No need to break your sleep for greening's sake.

The hushed plaint of wind in stricken trees

Shivers the grass in path and lane
And Grief and Time are tideless  golden seas.


                                                                      William Faulkner
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Some humor:



      
     Peace until next week,

                      Bill Lagerstrom