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.
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.
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
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
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?
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. :)
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.
ReplyDeleteEnormous wonders in little things like wood, lichen and stone.
Oh you are a wonder Steven...
ReplyDeletethat 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
Beautiful takes; the last one looks like a plum pudding with coconut cream icing!
ReplyDeleteEmily'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."
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
ReplyDeletedelwyn, 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
ReplyDeletehello alaine - a very foody observation!!! i love the einstein quote. it perfectly parallel's emily's. thankyou. steven
ReplyDeleteSuperb quote. Knock-out pictures. Fabulous.
ReplyDeleteWonderful steven, just wonderful.
ReplyDeleteMoss, lichen and stone. Wow! You have taken me in a time machine back to a primeval landscape. Very cool!!
ReplyDeleteI agree, these photographs look edible. The colours are wonderful, or should I say delectable.
ReplyDeleteThe 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?
ReplyDeletewhat gorgeous photos, with such a wonderful palette of colours
ReplyDeleteThis Dickenson quote is new to me. I love it. And this woody photo is just sublime!
ReplyDeleteThe wood is beautiful and the moss made me laugh...at myself.
ReplyDeleteYou 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. :)
hey hope - it's good to laugh!!! steven
ReplyDeletewillow the wood was very special and is entirely untweaked in any way. that's what it looked like! steven
ReplyDeleteGreat texture. These images will look wonderful large sized.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if wood weathers differently in cold climates as opposed to hot, humid climes. I would think so.
the wonders of the world are so many...
ReplyDeletethat makes me smile,
cause I know it never ends.
thanks for that.