At the surface, water shakes
like a tree shimmers
with breeze.
But leaves submerged below the water rest
undisturbed
float supported,
looking upwards,
still.
Tag Archives: therapeutic photography
Clouds of Leaves
“I wonder if I see clouds that way because my pictures are like that, or if the clouds got inside me, and took form in the pictures.”
Sr. Corita Kent, Learning by Heart
Through the magic of screwing around with a camera on a sunny afternoon, clouds can become leaves, or leaves can encompass clouds. And then Joni Mitchell might get in your head and pretty soon, you’re humming.
Door in the Living Room
Oh, you know, its just pretty around here sometimes, as long as you like buttons and butterflies and don’t mind ignoring the tumult.
Really, Really Wish You Were Here
The arm chair is arranged.
The putti readies his bow.
Crystals concentrate transparency,
reform it into something seen.
Now
Shake your salt and pepper words
across the lacey table
near the window
where there is just enough daylight to reach into
your eyes
brown
so familiar
and promise to tell me
only the true stories.
In Solidarity with April
Proof positive, I was there when the pinkness occurred in Verona, Wisconsin – April 12, 2012.
I don’t think April likes this any better than we do.
Fortune(s) Told
More blatant bloggy laziness…can’t decide about my own image, so today I am throwing myself on the mercy of the crowd (you dear, kind souls who have made it your business to visit the blog despite its self-indulgency, and to throw me kisses which I catch and pocket smooch smooch smooch). Which gypsy fortune teller do you prefer? The hot red lady who glows with color wherever she pleases, or color abandoned for the uncompromising gleam of black and white?
PS I believe the fortune teller can make your wish come true, wise heart – simply drop a tender thought in the comment box and I am for sure, your hearts’ desire will be granted (because your thoughtfulness will have made another someone very, very happy…)
Wordsworth.
It is the most blatant bloggy laziness to quote from Wordsworth. But there it is. I did make the picture, though.
You can (and yeah, you should) read the entire thing here. Amen.
Trees Looking Up and Down
Occasionally it becomes obvious to me that I have no idea where I am. Are my intentions as honest as I tell myself, or are they yet another layer distracting me from something I don’t want to say or know about myself?
It seems I like the obstacles. White puffs drifting between the tree tops entice my heart upward more than empty blue sky. Murky water reports the twists of light and dark with tantalizing clarity. Uncertain which way to look, I see what I think is there and then, fearing failure, look elsewhere.
Eventually I get tired of wondering what it means, how I’ve said and done things. I open the porch door. The breeze gets a hold of the curtains, puffing them inward, and outward. The house is breathing. Birds and traffic call and respond. With the door open, sunlight is reaching all the way to the floor, and spreading inward across the golden wood. The light is very, very beautiful.
Song for Things Lying Around My “Studio”
It’s not that easy being clean
having to spend the day tidying up all my things
when i think it could be nicer
drinking coffee or reading or thrifting
or something much less responsible like that
but clean is what i had to do
so i would be able to sleep in my room
and not have to step over laundry on the way
to the window to take a picture
of the things that you see…
so i cleaned, and now its over, and
you still can’t really tell i did it, but i guess
it’ll have to do until i can’t
take it anymore.
Arrival
Everyone starts with the same things:
One Papa, One Mama
Someplace to rest.
Not everyone arrives
with two hearts
beating not as One but
Always Together.
I love you Pammy! Happy Birthday!
what is beautiful remains 