Seek shade
I am a shade-seeker, though I love the concept of sun. If I have a choice between sitting in the sun and sitting in the shade, I almost always choose shade...
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The origin of mountain streams is like the origin of tears -- potent to the understanding but mysterious to the sense. -- Mary Austin
I am a shade-seeker, though I love the concept of sun. If I have a choice between sitting in the sun and sitting in the shade, I almost always choose shade...
to read more about this photo, visit here.
My brother, Peter Shaughnessy, makes wood and mixed media sculptural "boxes" that often have human characteristics and always embody a human motive, emotion, circumstance ... life. He made the box (above right) as a wedding gift for Tim and me. If you like his artwork as much as I do and are interested in seeing more, please visit Peter's website.
A photo from my friend, Lawrence Wright (aka northdevonfarmer) motivated me to write a longer-than-usual comment on his Flickr photo, because it reminds me of how much I love the way we humans make art out of seemingly ordinary objects, everyday emotions or simply the impulse to create:
perhaps along the way
you see a stone,
your creative mind sees more
than stone
you pick it up
handle the stone's weight, its' heft
feel its' shape, the smooth roundness
you look around,
see a pointed stone nearby
your imagination sees the two
together
in such a way that you
transform both stones -- and more:
you change their context,
the environment in which they exist
and when you leave, there is
a balance struck
between these two simple old shapes
and the air and
the earth beneath them
waiting for the next passerby to see
and understand
and delight
and imagine
Posted for the Photo Friday theme, Busy
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