Wind-Bent Gallardia
The origin of mountain streams is like the origin of tears -- potent to the understanding but mysterious to the sense. -- Mary Austin
When she dances
when she dances
earth and sky
bend with her
fire leaps
like hands
telling stories
river moves
in calligraphic
graces
mist shrouds
mountain shoulder
hidden-- Maureen Shaughnessy
Today's post began with a randomly chosen prompt from Poetry Thursday, writing some words inspired by an image. I made the above collage for no other reason than "I had to," and the words just came as I watched what I was making.
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Life spins light into
golden thread,
weaves warp and weft --
a tapestry of experience
that falls, unique for each of us,
from the loom. -- M.S.
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Destiny itself is like a wonderful wide tapestry in which every thread is guided by an unspeakably tender hand, placed beside another thread and held and carried by a hundred others.
-- Rainer Maria Rilke
Iris missouriensis
Found growing in meadows and along streambanks, often where apparently very dry, but always where moisture is abundant until flowering time, in western and central parts of MT. Also from B.C. to souther Calfornia, east of the Cascades in Washington, east. to South Dakota, North Dakota and south to New Mexico.
Lithospermum ruderale
Watch the slideshow with Flickr's new format. It's really beautiful: Gathering the Light
You go through farm fields on a winding dirt road up into the mountains. The valleys have been cultivated and the mountains are left wild. One of the things I LOVE about Montana!
worth viewing larger on black: 'Grove Shifting in Afternoon Light' On Black
part of the set, Solitude in Sepia
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I have put together a set of photos from the same shoot, all can be seen here: Solitude in Sepia
In the pit - when I'm down in it long enough, existing seems to take up too much energy