"Not being tense but ready.
Not thinking but not dreaming.
Not being set but flexible.
Liberation from the uneasy sense of confinement.
It is being wholly and quietly alive, aware and alert, ready for whatever may come."
— Bruce Lee (Tao of Jeet Kune Do)
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you've been.
— Margaret Atwood (The Blind Assassin)
This shot was taken yesterday while I was home for a snow day. Luckily, I headed out on Wednesday well in enough time to miss the horrible traffic jams around the Baltimore beltway. The snow fall overnight made this place look like a winter wonderland for about half the day, and then, thankfully, it started to melt.
The shape of this piece of ice reminded me of the jewel on a tear drop necklace or earring - with the bottom portion so perfectly shaped.
With regard to this quote, I have started and never finished The Blind Assassin about three times. I liked the book and plan to finish it at some point - I think I am about 3/4 the way through. Why can we finish some books in a night and others take us years?
Uploaded by Still Pond Photography on 28 Jan 11, 6.31AM EST.
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Tuesday, January 25, 2011
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place
~ Mary Oliver, Dream Work
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Monday, October 11, 2010
from a string of longing
tightened suddenly from both ends
and held for plucking
tone torn out of one birdsong
though that bird
by now may be
where a call cannot
the same note goes on calling
across space and is heard now
in the old night and known there
a silence recognized
by the silence it calls to
|Marsh - Blackwater National Wildlife Refuge - Still Pond Photography|
|Osprey feeding baby - Still Pond Photography|
Sunday, October 3, 2010
~Wayne Rowe (Zen and the Magic of Photography)
"Experiencing real moments will lead you to a culminating moment of satori - a moment when you hear the light; the image sings ; and form, content, and feeling are one."