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Monday, 25 February 2013

Spring breaking free of winter's grasp

Grace Transfixed
many colours of weather on Patricia Bay
windspray sky at MacCauley Point
Country Church near Brentwood
all day the shadows were changing as the storm clouds hurried to and fro and branches bent in gusts - there is light! - no- there it is, over there!! Quick !
the dying sun in his shroud is sighing
Clover Point off Dallas Road

 The path to the sun  
“For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path that may have heart, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length--and there I travel looking, looking breathlessly.”
Carlos Castenada 

A lonely gate on a less than travelled road.  It needs a key but where does the road on the other side lead?


                                                       Flibberty gibbous Venus at Dusk
                                                           as she glides in and out of the sun's shadow as the moon
An earth of adventures
Reaching between sea and sky, the boy spots something hidden


Monday, 4 February 2013

It's all a dance as my day begins

The misty mountains (chi mi na morbheanna)                             click on photos for larger view.

Each morning if I rise early I can savour the silent moments just before dawn and on a clear day in Victoria (we do have a few), watch the rising of the sun from my hilltop. The cry of  gulls  fill the spaces as they swoop back and forth,  warming up for a day of foraging on beach and in parklands. Sometimes the soft honking of geese as they fly by will remind me of seasons and time passing all too quickly.

On a good day the clouds spread out like a celestial fan.  A  slowly creeping glow sets them alight as earth greets her constant companion and lord; old Sol, conductor of the dance, who unfolds his radiance across the sky and over the landscape.  

During the year the sun appears to move along the eastern horizon in a dance of his own alll the way over to Mt. Tolmie in Saanich and back again to the Esquimalt hills. In actuality it is our mother earth who not only spins day into night but  tilts and sways to and fro as she moves in her incredible  elliptical ballet through solar winds and epic space. She must dance to live, and to a music whose frequency our ears are not yet attuned.   I wonder if the angels hear the sound of her whirling passage as a loud swoosh or a vibrating hum.

In the pre dawn stillness I  too move through the rhythm of Tai chi steps and yoga poses.I try to listen to the breath of my own song of life and praise. As light begins to flow down the hill and into all the dark crevices  a day on earth begins it's own buzz and hum.  The thought of the harmonious om of the dancing spheres is soon drowned out  by another symphony; one of morning in motion with the gull's cry, the drone of cars taking people to work and school, hummingbirds arguing at the feeder, my things to do and the drip of the coffee maker as the dance goes on.

Sunrise Seasons

winter dawn over Esquimalt
And a deeper winter

 Brother sun breaks through the veil of an autumn morning


Misty Spring rising over the Gorge Estuary

Tequila sunrise in summer (between Mt. Tolmie & Mt. Doug with Mt. Baker showing through)

sunrise of another kind

Meadow dryad from  Visual solitudes

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Sunday, 3 February 2013

My photographic Musings

"praise be thou my Lord, with all your creatures, especially Sir Brother Sun who is the day, beautiful and radiant, and praise to you through Sister Moon and the stars, in heaven you formed them precious and beautiful" (Francis of Assisi)

"And whoever compels you to go one mile, go with him two."
(dedicated to you my dear brother, much missed.
If only we could go one more mile)

My photography pages reflect my struggle with coming to a deeper awareness of my purpose and my relationship with nature in all it's wonder. I believe we have a physical and spiritual connection to the entire cosmos and to all those we are privileged to meet on the journey.

I have a love of travel and history and yet I also am enthralled with the technology of today and the ability to use it in an expression of art and creativity.
To this end I strive and know I have much to learn.

From a young age I took much pleasure in fairy tales and story telling and anything sacred and mysterious and I try to include these in my visual tales.

I hope everyone will always find wonder and magic in this world. We need only open not just our eyes but our inner eye and ears. There is always a message waiting for us.
I include some quotes that I find inspiring and that reflect my own beliefs
Jon Kabat Zinn and Pema Chodron are two of many teachers that have led me into a new direction with meditation and awareness. But I don't forget my old roots, and the Christian Mystics , some of whom  I became fascinated with as a child; Meister Eckhart, Francis of Assisi,Theresa of Avila, and the  modern Thomas Merton.

From childhood on I have had the dream of life lived as a sacrament. . . The dream implied
taking life ritually, as something holy.”- Berenson