For the most part, I’ve been enjoying my life again. Happy here in my beloved Happy Hollow. Exploring, discovering, experiencing, documenting, sharing. Doing my job.
Still have the off days occasionally, sometimes feeling a bit of normal sadness at life, my life, the state of the world. There have been some occasional periods I would call depression, but I get through it.
I designed the poster at left and two others after looking into the ancient writer known as Rumi and being inspired to find images to go with three quotations that struck me as pertinent.
A timelapse video of darkness falling captured from my deck in Pennsylvania. Accompanied by a shortened version of me playing & singing Bob Dylan’s ‘Girl from the North Country.’
I recorded this as a way of letting go, a catharsis. Healing from love denied is a process. Like grieving. This is approximately step #318.
This is an ode to one of my favorite places on earth.
I hope it stays like this forever.
Thunder is rumbling in the distance.
Raindrops streak the windows as I peer through
at squalls raking the silvered bay below.
Bursts of luminescence break through the gloomy skies
spraying bright hope here and there,
and so I step outside to look for rainbows.
This afternoon I find none, but as I wait,
and these words form themselves in my mind,
the passing storm moves out to sea,
and now the sun warms my face.
and thoughts of love warm my heart.
If you’ve been following my posts for even a short while, you’ve probably realized I look at the sky and clouds a lot and a huge percentage of the photos I share are of the sky, peering into the heavens above. Perhaps that’s because I am drawn to seek answers there, or to be inspired there, or to escape there, from this world down here. Perhaps all of the above.
This morning the clouds looked like a page full of Morse-like code, a message laid out above me, for me to understand and heed, if only I could decipher it. I could not interpret the message verbatim in human words, but the message I got was: this world is beautiful, just take time to see it, to experience it.
I dream. You dream. We all dream dreams. We dream them asleep and awake. I don’t usually remember the dreams I dream when I’m asleep. I do remember the dreams I dream when I’m awake and dreaming of the dreams I want to make real. Without conscious thought, I sometimes discover that I have made those dreamy dreams come true. Sometimes, when I least expect it, when I don’t even imagine it to be possible, the dreamiest of dreams becomes real…or seems about to become real.
I’ve had a lifelong desire to be an artist. I have fulfilled that dream in many ways. However, attempts to paint in oils were…shall we say…not very successful. Now thanks to digital editing algorithms and digital image capture, I can at least pretend I’ve found a way to create the paintings I’ve always wanted to.
This little video is a presentation of faux paintings digitally created from my own photographs, made to appear like the paintings I wish I could paint, if I could actually paint. Continue reading
In The Meadow
In the meadow no one can hurt you.
No one can spread lies about you.
No one can attack you.
No one can make you feel bad.
No one can be mean to you.
No one can hurt you
In the meadow. Continue reading