That’s me (and my old faithful -now defunct- film camera) reflected in my daughter’s iris.
This “Self Portrait” dates back a few years, and all those posters and clippings aren’t on that wall any more – some of them were upcycled into framed collages -but it still says “Sukie!” as far as I am concerned.
Two of the reflective photos were taken in Aberdeen, Washington. Judy’s Flea Market is a treasure house of assorted stuff, but it was closed, and I had to content myself with photos through the window – which inadvertently included me.
The shadow was in Melbourne, around Southbank, the rest, at home, playing with my camera…
R.E.M. posted a link to this on Facebook – it’s just beautiful. Enjoy!
asked for a photo of something that says “journey” to me. Stepping onto the tarmac after a looooong trip from Melbourne, Australia, was both the end and beginning of a journey – The Trip of a Lifetime, which I plan to repeat, at length, as soon as possible…
“Today, more than ever, we need to recognize that the gift of solitude is not ordered to the acquisition of strange contemplative powers, but, first of all, to the recovery of one’s deep self, and to the renewal of an authenticity which is presently twisted out of shape by the pretentious routines of a disordered togetherness.”
‘Contemplation in a World of Action’
” Our enemy is not the other person, no matter what he or she has done. If we look deeply into ourselves, we can see that their act was a manifestation of our collective consciousness. We are all filled with violence, hatred and fear, so why blame someone whose upbringing was without love or understanding?”
Thich Nhat Hanh
“We dance round in a ring and suppose
But the secret sits in the middle , and knows.”
Because Peace Love Empathy (understanding) are much of what make life livable and worth the effort.
Maybe that’s the secret…
My music collection, my studio, shelves full of books
A music Festival is also mighty fine escape mechanism, although I must admit that as my body ages, the prospect of 12 hours on foot in the middle of thousands of younglings is becoming less attractive.
That said, seeing At The Drive-In is one of the high-lights of my life!
Here’s a fractal pattern of leaves. I shot it without the benefit of a tripod. Can you tell?
I actually like the softness of it, like an autumn haze.
The Gallery is celebrating it’s 45th anniversary this year, and as it is best known for it’s fibre and textile art focus, it seems the perfect time to embellish the surroundings with many colours and patterns in yarn.
All those flowers follow one basic pattern, yet they are all different. Just like us!
There are patterns all around us.
There’s knitting sewing crochet butterfly wings, the fractal patterns of leaves and mountains; grids, grates, sidewalks, windows.
The world is full of patterns and we love them.
We’re always on the lookout for patterns, and we build them into stories and into scientific theories.
Flocks of flying birds make patterns, from skeins of geese to ullalating clouds of corellas.
There was a flock of New Holland honey-eaters in the garden.
If there was a pattern it was hard to see.
They stay within calling distance of each other, but apart from that, seem to move around independently.
Like a mob of school kids in a park or candy store.
See, I just found a pattern!
“When one follows the path of individuation, when one lives one’s own life, one must make mistakes into the bargain; life would not be complete without them.
There is no guarantee – not for a moment – that we will not fall into error or stumble into deadly peril.
We may think there’s a sure road. But that would be the road of death.
Then nothing happens any longer – at any rate, not the right things.
Anyone who takes the sure road is as good as dead.”
“We were born to learn, to grow, to expand, to love, to create, to see the beauty in all things – including ourselves.
But we weren’t born to be perfect!”
“I want to know the mind of God. The rest is all details.”
“The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science. Whoever does not know it and can no longer wonder, no longer marvels, is as good as dead.”
Albert Einstein“We are players in the universe, actors and actresses on a cosmic stage in a twenty-billion-year-old awesome unfolding display of creation and generativity.
Our play is not only prayer and art as meditation, it is also the expression of our role in the universe – it is a revelation of display of the unique image of God, that unique ‘I am’ that is our unique way of being in the world.
Each of us displays a different aspect of the divine face, divine humour, and divine hands by the ways we choose to live put our spirituality and our lives. Our co-creation is a display and revelation of the divine essence.”
‘The Coming of the Cosmic Christ’There was a brief storm over Ararat last Tuesday, two massive rolls of thunder, a spate of rain, and magnificent, roiling clouds.
Luckily, I was on my lunch break and had my phone in my bag…if you look at the last photo here, you may be able to make out what looks like a human figure in a rather theatrical pose.
We are pretty sure it’s Thor himself.
I can’t be certain, but when I look at that beautiful sky, so full of threats and promise, I am strongly inclined to think that a divine sense of humour is on display!