Thursday, March 25, 2010

little wonders

wood



moss




lichen




stone



wonder -- is not precisely knowing

and not precisely knowing not --

a beautiful but bleak condition

he has not lived who has not felt --


emily dickinson


18 comments:

Dan Gurney said...

Exactly. More and more, i find myself suspended between knowing and not knowing in some sort of paradoxical amazement at the myraid wonders of this world.

Enormous wonders in little things like wood, lichen and stone.

Delwyn said...

Oh you are a wonder Steven...

that quote is perfect...I think one of our tasks in life is to settle to the unknowingness...to find a security in that condition of never really knowing many of the answers and also to revel in the awe and wonder of the ineffable.

great wondrous work Steven, you have given us the sublime through the simple.

Happy days

Alaine said...

Beautiful takes; the last one looks like a plum pudding with coconut cream icing!

Emily's saying is similar to Einstein's - "He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed."

steven said...

dan - yes that's what i feel. caught in the space where really it comes to a sort of magic. not the illusory sort but the miraculous and metaphoric sort. have a lovely day. steven

steven said...

delwyn, i used to pride myself on knowing almost everything or pretending to know when really i didn't. it was the pride that left and then in turn left me open to accepting not knowing. thanks for the thoughtful comment. steven

steven said...

hello alaine - a very foody observation!!! i love the einstein quote. it perfectly parallel's emily's. thankyou. steven

Dave King said...

Superb quote. Knock-out pictures. Fabulous.

ellen abbott said...

Wonderful steven, just wonderful.

Reya Mellicker said...

Moss, lichen and stone. Wow! You have taken me in a time machine back to a primeval landscape. Very cool!!

acornmoon said...

I agree, these photographs look edible. The colours are wonderful, or should I say delectable.

Linda Sue said...

The colour pallet of where you live is rich- like Kakishibu- like burnt sienna- like well oiled leather. It feels secure and safe, grounded- can't get much more grounded than rock, lichen, moss, earth...How much are we the product of where our colour pallet lies on the spectrum?

Crafty Green Poet said...

what gorgeous photos, with such a wonderful palette of colours

willow said...

This Dickenson quote is new to me. I love it. And this woody photo is just sublime!

hope said...

The wood is beautiful and the moss made me laugh...at myself.

You see, here in the South, we have lots of lovely gray Spanish Moss;legend has it that a pirate with a long gray beard was hung from a southern tree... and so moss grew as a reminder not to steal. And because it's the kind I grew up around it, the first time Hubby mentioned that moss grows on the north side of a tree, I looked at him as if he were insane. He was an outdoorsman, how could he find north when that stuff hung from every branch?

And then my brain clicked in and a mental image of your moss came to light. Sadly, I'd opened my mouth first. :)

steven said...

hey hope - it's good to laugh!!! steven

steven said...

willow the wood was very special and is entirely untweaked in any way. that's what it looked like! steven

Anil P said...

Great texture. These images will look wonderful large sized.

I wonder if wood weathers differently in cold climates as opposed to hot, humid climes. I would think so.

Liza said...

the wonders of the world are so many...
that makes me smile,
cause I know it never ends.

thanks for that.