Wednesday, February 16, 2011

it simply was



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

27 comments:

Terresa said...

"this drifting place
where nothing happened"

-- funny, I have periods of my life like that, blank periods, like a snowy field, an absence...

Looking for Siddhartha said...

deep respect for the simple things and ordinary life...
I wish you a beautiful day, Steven!

Renée

The Weaver of Grass said...

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.

Lorenzo — Alchemist's Pillow said...

Such a striking photo and arresting thoughts. Beautiful

Dejemonos sorprender said...

Hi Steven.. beautiful picture.. i like the bluish snow with this fragile sculpture..
Saludos-.

steven said...

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

steven said...

well hello renee!!! thankyou for your kind comment and generous wish. steven

steven said...

weaver thankyou for the insight into your life. i wonder at the place exotic or extraordinary experiences play in people's lives. steven

steven said...

lorenzo thankyou. steven

steven said...

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

Pauline said...

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 :)

Jo said...

What a lovely thought to accompany this strikingly beautiful shot.

It looks a bit like a Chinese symbol. I wonder what it means.

Meri said...

Both today and yesterday, you have filled me with delight at your gift with words.

Ruth said...

"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.

Suz said...

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?

Linda said...

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

Reya Mellicker said...

Just one word.

Wow.

Oh ... two more: thank you.

hope said...

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. ;)

steven said...

hope there they are - milkweed pods left after their time. steven

steven said...

reya my words when i get an opportunity like this are always thankyou. boy i'm lucky! steven

steven said...

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

steven said...

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

steven said...

ruth - the unlikeliness of a pod with seeds erupting frozen in time. well it belongs doesn't it!!! steven

steven said...

meri i'm grateful for the opportunity. steven

steven said...

jo - the calligraphy of nature is a place of real curiousity for me. i make messages and i receive them. steven

steven said...

pauline "happy moments". i'm really grateful for that because that's exactly what it is and expressed in the kindest way!!! steven

Golden West said...

Always such a delight to stop by and see the precious gifts you've captured with camera and words - thanks, Steven!