Little dents in the ground have collected rain and become portals to other places. Better places. Distant places. I peer in at them with fascination and that familiar longing.
I wave to the tiny people I see, but I know they don’t see me. They’re the same as the big ones up here.
Unobserved, I watch; breathe. I want secret things and I know secret things. I hold the secrets of nothing and nowhere; mapping the periphery of everything and everywhere.
Anyway, here are some waterlilies I was ogling – and photographing- on my extended break from The Internet. Maybe somebody out there will like it. I just have a love affair with light and dark and the interplay between the two. I love how variations in lighting can drastically alter the appearance of an otherwise unchanging object or scene. It’s like magic.
Darkness gives context to light. In all ways. It’s probably a predictable thing for me to say, but it’s true.
Which leads me to my second offering re: the ‘3 days, 3 quotes’ challenge:
Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. It is far better take things as they come along with patience and equanimity.” Carl Jung
Anyway, I was supposed to tag some people to participate in this quote thing! I completely forgot that part last time. So what I’m going to do is invite anyone who happens to read/see this to participate if they wish. No pressure. I think you’re supposed to do it in 3 days- one after the other. I haven’t, and I’d apologise for that (and for merging it with my drawings and photos) but, I’m pretty sure nobody is gnashing their teeth in extreme angst over it 😉
been listening to some music which makes me feel reflective, so it felt the right time to post foters of reflective surfaces.
One misty morn i did find an alien egge upon mine doorsteppe. I did picke up ye olde ( yunge?) alien egge and declare ” O emme gee!” For i knew not what it were. For mine own jolly delites i did beat it harshly to see if ‘twould asplode into smithereenthsths. Alas, ‘tdid not. Instead this unhouly egge begun a songe in his own unhouly tongue. My very real and not imagined friende from yonder future was presente this morn, and captured images and sound on his devil’s device ( Reely- t’was not just me filleming my own self). Alas, ’tis a boringe compendium of movinge imagesth, but if ye behold simultaneously thine view on screen above of pastoral landscape, P’raps the alien crie could be interpreted by thine earsocketeth.
Whenever i’m low, it helps to remember certain places.
When i was little, there was a mountain quite close that fascinated me. I wondered what amazing sites might be seen from the top of the mountain. Maybe on the other side there would be some sort of strangely coloured landscape, or the ocean, or an unexpected city. I always imagined too, that there must be at least one person living out there amongst the trees of that mountain. Maybe even an entire family. Secret people that nobody else knew about. I’d look for them through my parent’s binoculars sometimes. But i never found them. They’d know all about what’s on the other side.
The sky is an art gallery in which new exhibits are shown hourly. Some last only minutes. Take the time to notice each one, as all artwork is destroyed shortly after, as is the curator’s policy.
(click on pics for informingtons)