stopping for a moment
in the river of wind
that had pushed me to this place
i stepped backwards
into a snow-blued eddy
my thoughts
wrapped around
this fragile sculpture
this drifting place
where nothing happened
it simply was
coming to terms
1 day ago
27 comments:
"this drifting place
where nothing happened"
-- funny, I have periods of my life like that, blank periods, like a snowy field, an absence...
deep respect for the simple things and ordinary life...
I wish you a beautiful day, Steven!
Renée
I do love places that simply are, steven.
You ask how I square remote, unusual places with life in the dale. When I visited places like the Far East and Siberia, I was in my first marriage. My first husband and I liked to travel to remote and wild places. After he died and I married the farmer he caught my taste for travel but only cares to go to what I think of as 'sanitised' places - I am happy with that as I had never been West at all - travelling around US and Canada has been marvellous. The wildest the farmer has been is up the Norwegian coast and round to the Russian border and he loved that - so maybe I'll get him further, although at present I can't travel because of my illness - so content myself with looking at the photographs.
Such a striking photo and arresting thoughts. Beautiful
Hi Steven.. beautiful picture.. i like the bluish snow with this fragile sculpture..
Saludos-.
terresa very occasionally i find a space as i'm walking or biking where everything stops. while everything is moving. i'm not sure i can explain what that is or why without disturbing the magic of it. steven
well hello renee!!! thankyou for your kind comment and generous wish. steven
weaver thankyou for the insight into your life. i wonder at the place exotic or extraordinary experiences play in people's lives. steven
lorenzo thankyou. steven
matias - there are ways around the blue snow. it appears blue even to the naked eye but i understand photographers can whiten it if they wish. for me i like the blue. there it is . thanks for the kind comment. steven
The magic of everything stopping while everything is moving - happy moments, my daughter and I call them and we revel in them whenever and wherever they occur just as you do. Such a heart-lifting post :)
What a lovely thought to accompany this strikingly beautiful shot.
It looks a bit like a Chinese symbol. I wonder what it means.
Both today and yesterday, you have filled me with delight at your gift with words.
"Where nothing had happened . . ."
I love that!
I love milk pods. I have taken many photos of them in winter, so evocative. I had one on my synch-ro-ni-zing sidebar but took it off. I think I'll put it back. Thanks.
Steven, I know this light. This quiet blue on the fallen snow where a remnant of the garden past reaches out to say to me, in the moment, I will return.
No one else hears it, but I do.
How can you explain that light speaks?
Two leaves left from fall, withering on a branch with buds forming at the tips. They sit in the stillness surrounded by the snowy blue winter and wait. Lovely capture Steven! I just came from Reya's blog.... what's not to love about butter chicken and naan bread? =D
Just one word.
Wow.
Oh ... two more: thank you.
Okay, since you find magic in the most interesting places, my first thought was, "Huh, he found blue bird wings hanging out to dry."
Then again, maybe all the sneezing is scrambling my brain. ;)
hope there they are - milkweed pods left after their time. steven
reya my words when i get an opportunity like this are always thankyou. boy i'm lucky! steven
linda - there's everything to love about all indian food but my greatest comfort and weakness comes from butter chicken and naan! oh very yes!! steven
suz - you ask a burning question about the voice of light. i first heard it as a very young child in a church - stained glass with the light coming through it. i was damaged from then on!!! steven
ruth - the unlikeliness of a pod with seeds erupting frozen in time. well it belongs doesn't it!!! steven
meri i'm grateful for the opportunity. steven
jo - the calligraphy of nature is a place of real curiousity for me. i make messages and i receive them. steven
pauline "happy moments". i'm really grateful for that because that's exactly what it is and expressed in the kindest way!!! steven
Always such a delight to stop by and see the precious gifts you've captured with camera and words - thanks, Steven!
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