This shot captures the depth and reflection nature offers whether through redwood or mountain, water or desert, silence or birdsong. We might have lost the National Parks in California’s Sierras without Ansel Adams. This American Experience presentation about Adams provides an hour well spent in nature and creative expression. Thank you to PIPA Fine Art for posting it.
Photography Master: Ansel Adams “Photography is really perception, the analytic interpretation of things as they are. The medium true power comes not by evading reality but embracing it.̶…
Source: Photography Master Ansel Adams: A Documentary Film 2002
You would be my loon
calling long past light,
my mourning dove, my
sweetest finch flashing
sun from black as night.
If my bird you were I’d
feed you nectar from my
palm and plant thick trees
for you to rest and nest until
I could transform my arms
and hands to feathered limbs—
our hearts remade as song.
Thank you to the editors of The Tishman Review for first publishing this poem.
Praying mantis! And so well camouflaged in salvia!
Those were my first thoughts.
The WP photo prompt this week is fleeting…like beauty…life…thoughts…experience…
and though I chose not to publish these photos previously because they disturb me and I didn’t want to disturb you,
they perfectly illustrate fleeting as they catch the ephemeral beauty of nature
and how living requires eating so these photos also illustrate how fleeting life is.
The honey bee is caught,
and further savored…
and I had to walk away from breathtaking wonder that shifted in a moment to revulsion though I recognize that the bee is the mantis and we are each both bee and mantis, and our moments as fleeting.
I don’t know whether I’m more surprised that people leave fruit on the beach
or that crows or mammals haven’t eaten it before I walk past
or how beautiful it can be
or that it can blend in so well.
My 84-year-old mom holding her 9-year-old self
and two weeks before she passed, my father-in-law also did along with his pocketful of index cards and pens so he’d never lose an important thought
A week at the Squaw Valley Community of Writers
and the crescent shadows during the solar eclipse
The Joyous Victories:
Toni Littlejohn’s art
and Rain Fingerhut’s voice
Peace to all of you throughout the New Year!