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back at me:: black and white #5

03/28/2015

Last day of the photo challenge:: Ahmad took the photographs.  I’m going to continue exploring black and whites, along with some of the other settings I’ve discovered on the camera.

Woodland Gnome in Virginia keeps a blog where she pairs images and quotes in a way that I find inspiring.  Take a look around her site when you visit, it holds treasures in unexpected ways and places. She invited me to join this black and white 5 day photo challenge and her last posting can be enjoyed here.

ONE DAY

One day I will
say
the gift I once had has been taken.

The place I have made for myself
belongs to another,
and the words I have sung
are being sung by the ones
I would want.

Then I will be ready
for that voice
and the still silence in which it arrives.

And if my faith is good
then we’ll meet again
on the road
and we’ll be thirsty,
and stop
and laugh
and drink together again

from the deep well of things as they are.

ONE DAY
From RIVER FLOW: New and Selected Poems
Many Rivers Press. ©David Whyte

Today I am inviting Timothy of Photo of the Day, Etc. to join in. He takes superb photographs of places I’ve never been but want to go, like Sandia and Albuquerque, New Mexico; in frigid cold weather he doesn’t slow, if you click here you’ll see one of my favorite posts that he has up . . .  I hope he will partake!  I also invite You to join in, and if you don’t have a blog page already, sign up and make one; it’s pretty simple as are the rules to this photo adventure . . . .

The rules are:

  1. On 5 consecutive days, create a post using either a past or recent photo in black and white.
  2. Each day invite another blogging friend to join in the fun.

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Into a Dream

03/28/2015

There once was a plain pink rock. It was a rose quartz and it lay in a stream under a thin, flat rock. It glowed very faintly but no one ever saw the glow and took it out of the muddy glop under the rock that imprisoned it.

Now in a cottage not far from the stream lived a young woman, about 20, and she heard the call of the rock very clearly in her dreams for the pink rock had the ability to send to people in their dreams and allow them to enter them.

Her name was Nicol. And Nicol went down to the stream one day and found the little pink rock as she accidentally tripped over the rock hiding it. She reached down and picked up. It had a little hole in it, perfect for a string and, as it was very pretty, she thought it would make a nice necklace so she took it home with her.

Nicol hung it around her neck that night but she forgot to take it off when she went to bed.

That night she dreamed of a land where pink bubbles floated, holding within them the people of the land imprisoned for eternity. And the pink rock popped her into the land for it knew she could free the people.

Nicol woke up on a mossy, bouncy bank. She had often went in search of adventure and now she was quite sure she was in one. the pink rock glowed faintly and a voice inside her head told her that all the bubbles floated back to the Bubble Maker and if she got on one, it would take her there.

Nicol looked at the bubbles doubtfully. They looked awfully sticky and unreliable, quite like they would tip her off at any moment or roll away from under her.

But she hardly wanted to throw away the chance of adventure so she grabbed one big bubble and threw herself on. It floated away with her on it.

Under her, the grass was grey and lifeless. The rivers were black and slimy, filled with popped bubbles and dead fish. It was rather a miserable place and there was no sun, just black skies.

Nicol floated over a swamp filled with dead birds and then a forest. Her bubble went higher and higher, upwards toward a black cloud in the sky.

Nicol thought that it was the Bubble Makers palace and then she saw it was a swarm of angry wasps. They all flew at her, at her bubble and popped it with their sharp stings. Nicol fell down, down and into the swamp. It was gross. Black water got all over her and dead birds looked up at her with sunken, red eyes. Nicol waded out of the water, pulling feathers off of her in disgust.

Green eyes looked at her from under bushes and bats fluttered past her head of hair, getting stuck in her long tresses. That even more disgusted her and she wished she had brought her handy broom along. She spent a good hour pulling bats out of her hair before she climbed out of the swamp and jumped onto another bubble, quite frustrated now.

One bat she had over looked and it stayed in her hair, quite pleased for a ride. Nicol’s bubble was not a foolish one and it went far away from the wasps and right to the Bubble Maker.

The Bubble Maker was an ugly creature with the top of a human and the bottom of a toad. He wore a very warty black gown, hung all over with dead birds and sticky bubbles and bubble wands. He was blowing pink bubbles non-stop when Nicol arrived, sick and tired of her adventure and she had caught a bad temper on her ride.

Usually very polite, Nicol shouted at the ugly toad monster, “Ho, you ugly beast, put down your silly wand and come over here! I’ve a thing or two to say to your ugly face!!”

The Bubble Maker turned and looked at Nicol as she stormed towards him, a thunder cloud over her head.

“What can i do for you today, ma’am?” He asked in his nicest voice, giving her a sweeping bow.

Nicol snatched his flexible bubble wand and waved it under his nose threateningly, “Now you just listen to me, you beast, i am sick and tired of your rotten land and i DEMAND that you send me home RIGHT NOW!!!!”

The Bubble Maker suddenly became very ugly and he pulled out a big bubble and tried to capture her in it but Nicol reached out and popped it all over his face.

“Now you just listen here,” She stormed, “I am an able housewife, i am, and one stupid bit of gum is not going to stop me!”

The Bubble Maker reached out and slyly pulled her hair hard. But he upset the bat peacefully sleeping there and, enraged at being woken up, the bat flew at the surprised monster.

The Bubble Maker howled as the bat clawed at him.

“Pooh,” said Nicol scornfully. The toady creature smelt awful too and, unable to bear the smell, she reached out and pushed him into his bubbling pool of sticky bubble gum. She whacked his face  with her bubble wand to force him under the gum and there he drowned in his own creation.

No sooner was he gone, then all the bubbles disappeared and the people were free. The black clouds parted and the sun shone. All the dead birds rose up and the grass turned green. The rivers purified themselves and the fish swam again. The swamps emptied themselves of feathers and Nicol woke up.

The pink stone was gone for it had fallen off in the swamp and Nicol cared not for she never wanted to enter into another dream again!

THE END

Beata Cervin

Beata Cervin

skunk cabbage::black and white # 4

03/27/2015

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I find myself turning to skunk cabbage for today’s pictures, she holds potent medicine for me yet, along with a smell seductive to the flies that heed her call to pollinate.  This is the only time I see her in bud form, tight burgundy splotched with yellowy green, and I only find her like this in water rich places where springs trickle out constantly overflowing, making mush out of leaf and mud.  In dry land, devoid of water, she pops out like a curled up hosta-looking plant without the burgundy hood, and opens up into a hostaish-cabbagy plant with far less to smell.  She’s more he-like in those places, and far less frequent in presence, making good medicine for different conditions than what calls me to her neck of the woods . . . .

Where you see her here, she unfolds with her skunky fetid smell wafting everywhere, billowing in the clear spring air, and to sit with her for a bit is to be immersed in dampness that’s clear.  She is a work horse, her roots filter the spring water in tentacaly mass and she takes this substance and grows from it.  You can literally taste and smell what she has cleared from the water :::: sharp pungent oxalic acid biting::  and made use of for her own survival, which also benefits the water as it flows on toward the creek where it tastes sweet oh sweet!  Here the mint and nettles and other beings that grow alongside and gain and give nourishment from the sweetwater are as they are for the skunk cabbage has done the work necessary to their relationship to be successful. I love this plant and have enjoyed being with her again, thank you skunk cabbage :)

Woodland Gnome in Virginia keeps a blog that I follow, for her keen eye pairs images and quotes in a way that I find inspiring and she also writes about gardening, which is another activity that I love.  Be sure to take a look around her site when you visit, it holds treasures in unexpected ways and places, such as this yummy post ;) She invited me to join this black and white 5 day photo challenge and her 4th day can be enjoyed here where she shares pictures of her perennial starts.

I am inviting Ady of Color PaletteofAdy to join the black and white photo challenge today. Ady is in India and not only does she take lovely pictures showing the sights where she lives, she has another blog where she has writings that I’ve enjoyed as well. If you cannot go to India, take a little peek of the gardens there over here.  I hope Ady will join the challenge!

The rules are quite simple:

  1. On 5 consecutive days, create a post using either a past or recent photo in black and white.
  2. Each day invite another blogging friend to join in the fun.
perfume to lure

perfume to lure

two step:: black and white # 3

03/26/2015

We took a walkabout outside one evening . . . Jasper trots along holding hands with Michael, they ambulate toward me, feet dance along attuned  . . .  little feet are precious; their creases and folds so delicious, here today changed tomorrow.  I remember looking at my feet many suns and moons ago, marvelling at how they got further and further away from me, though:: as a short (ish) person mine aren’t too far away, however either I’ve slowed down or toddlers are incredibly fast, because once Jasper gets going, he’s Going . . .  though not quite gone.

START CLOSE IN

Start close in,
don’t take the second step
or the third,
start with the first
thing
close in,
the step
you don’t want to take.

Start with
the ground
you know,
the pale ground
beneath your feet,
your own
way to begin
the conversation.

Start with your own
question,
give up on other
people’s questions,
don’t let them
smother something
simple.

To hear
another’s voice,
follow
your own voice,
wait until
that voice
becomes an
intimate
private ear
that can
really listen
to another.

Start right now
take a small step
you can call your own
don’t follow
someone else’s
heroics, be humble
and focused,
start close in,
don’t mistake
that other
for your own.

Start close in,
don’t take
the second step
or the third,
start with the first
thing
close in,
the step
you don’t want to take.

START CLOSE IN
River Flow
New & Selected Poems
Many Rivers Press © David Whyte

Woodland Gnome invited me to join this photo challenge, her 3rd day can be enjoyed here where she shares  insights from Sarah at anordinarymiracle about photographing black and whites.  Her site is a fun place to explore and she has links webbing back through the blogs of others black and white sightings.

I am inviting Jim of In Jim’s Garden to join the black and white photo challenge today. Jim is in Indiana where he spins sweet tales around the goings on in his garden (between bunnies, squirrels, birds and gnomes amongst other beings), which he shares in pictures that I’ve always enjoyed. I hope he will join the challenge!

The rules are quite simple:

  1. On 5 consecutive days, create a post using either a past or recent photo in black and white.
  2. Each day invite another blogging friend to join in the fun.

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“Perhaps real wisdom lies in not seeking answers at all. Any answer we find will not be true for long. An answer is a place where we can fall asleep as life moves past us to its next question. After all these years, I have begun to wonder if the secret of living well is not in having all the answers but in pursuing unanswerable questions in good company.” ~~Rachel Naomi Remen

surface deep:: black and white # 2

03/25/2015
spawning

spawning

All eyes on the pond for a look at the forecast:: hmm, cloudy.  Though if you shift a little and look past the mirror there’s a whole world underneath that’s elusive and slippery, like the fish spawning so deceptively still in their love making huddle . .. . until you try catching one and then, ah *then*, there in lies the rub. Sometimes it takes attention to nuance and inflection to see past the shallows, where the threads of algae drift about.  Pond pond, what hold you there, are those fingers or are they your hair?  Tis glass.

~~~~~

images take shape

dancing below the water

above illusion wanes

~~~~~

emergence

emergence

 

how now! it’s warm yet the pond seems frozen

the ice must be layers deep

the snow has melted, gone on its way

why then is the ice still asleep?

 

the ice must be layers deep

lo! it cracks at the touch of a stick

why then is the ice still asleep?

what lies at the heart of the matter?

 

lo! it cracks at the touch of a stick

there’s something clotted and cold here stuck

what lies at the heart of the matter?

let’s dig through the leaves, the mud, and muck

 

there’s something clotted and cold here stuck

two frogs in the pipe have made their house

let’s dig through the leaves, the mud, and muck

the water flows freely once more

 

two frogs in the pipe have made their house

the snow has melted, gone on its way

the water flows freely once more

how now! it’s warm yet the pond seems frozen

 

Woodland Gnome invited me to join this photo challenge, her 2nd day can be enjoyed here. Be sure to take a look around her site when you visit, it holds treasures in unexpected ways and places.

I am inviting Narami of de monte y mar to join the black and white photo challenge today. She is in Puerto Rico and I sometimes participate in her Tuesdays of Texture, which is fun.  I hope she will join the challenge!

The rules are simple:

  1. On 5 consecutive days, create a post using either a past or recent photo in black and white.
  2. Each day invite another blogging friend to join in the fun.
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