December 21, 2015

December 21, 2015

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   The season has me far too full of busyness to have offered a post sooner than today. Even though I am not particularly involved with Christmas is seems that time has its demands. 

   The images on this post were taken in the town of Freedom here in Maine, and the Colby College Museum, which in my opinion is the best art museum in the State. I am going to let the photos speak for themselves with little comment, as I am lacking in "wind" today and I am not moved to speak a lot. Enjoy.

From a friends barn - two images.

"The new tool."

The new/old car.

"Rest Stop"

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The following photos were taken at the Museum in Colby College.

Age is an illusion,

what is inside and alive,

is how we can see the world

until the last breath.

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This post's abstract image.

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Some humor:

When in New York City ...... visit.

   Peace until next post,

                                  Bill Lagerstrom

December 3, 2015

December 3, 2015

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   I start this post with a little bit of humor brought to us by our granddaughter on her visit a few weeks ago. 

"Hi Mabel! I don't like to talk with food on my mouth

but give me the latest dirt ......"

"She didn't!  I love going shopping with that girl!

That poor salesman might have to go into therapy."

"Okay Mabel, I'm going back to my veggies now.

No I'm not a vegan! I just like peas. Bye."

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     I'm finding that I am going in a new direction with my photography which may be an outcome of my mindfulness practice. I don't know if it is visible but I sense a clarity of intent which is a recent insight. There is more abstraction - or perhaps a connection to mystery which appears in some images as I am processing them. In any case I feel some new direction, generally, is appearing in my vision. 

Two images from our backyard

The flight of the chickadee as never seen before.

The Spirit calls a newly opened heart to flight,

"Come..... We have been waiting for you."

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There is always one who faces a direction

not seen by others as they look only toward the known.

The one who seeks to see with the eyes of the heart

will look in that compass point no matter the conflict

with the mandates of society at large. 

There is always a brave sheep in every flock -

that is the one to follow to find our undiscovered reality. 

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Stop.

Take three breaths. 

Be, here, and now.

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   Four abstracts this post, without comment:

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Some humor:

Peace until next post,

     Bill Lagerstrom

Novenber 11, 2015

November 11, 2015

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   On Saturday Lee and I walked the Jessup Path in Acadia and I marveled at the power of grass to die from cold nights this time of year and grow anew on a warm day as if  Spring had arrived again. Grass is the most abundant product of Mother Earth, it grows everywhere and feeds not only all sorts of animals but we humans as well with mature grasses such as wheat and rice. 

   The tall grass all along the path struck me as being beautiful and wondrous as it shimmered and waved in the wind. If I had a house with a lawn I would easily have no second thoughts about replacing the short mowed variety with sea grass. Then I would be reminded of the ocean's waves rippling as the wind moved through the tall growth. 

    The first seven photos are of the tall grass seen on our walk.

    

When the wind picks up speed,

Observe the tall grass, and learn.

To go with the flow is to go with the Wind of the Spirit,

Arriving with gentle breeze, or hurricane force.

The unseen beauty of grass is revealed

to those who look closely with reverence.

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Vines on a fence seen on entering the Jessup Path.

Winter holds everything until Spring arrives again.

- Winter's tree -

A small piece of an unknown painting.

I believe it was in a museum somewhere here in Maine.

On the Jessup Path the last leaves of Fall survive for a time. 

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   Abstract for this post that suggests ..............  

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Some humor:

(All marriages have a few problems.)

   Peace until next post,

                      Bill Lagerstrom