To live a contemplative life means to consciously put aside the thousand demands of the world and offer ourselves the gift of being in the present moment, alert to the signs of the sacred that are breaking through everywhere, always…
“By means of all created things, without excaption, the divine assails us, penetrates us, and molds us. We imagined it as distant and inaccessible, when in fact we live steeped in its burning layers”
Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
Good morning from Colorado. We had an almost cloudless sunrise this morning but… we had some really enjoyable fog. I left early and headed to Arapaho Bend then made my way to the open fields around Riverbend Ponds. The ponds are located just beyond the trees. I like this vantage point and have shot from it many times before. I included the grass in the foreground because they are soaked in dew. I took about 40 images and had a difficult time deciding which one I liked the best. I think that’s a good thing. Again, I like what creation does as I stand in awe of it’s beauty. I followed this experience with a chai latte and chocolate muffin at Cups Community Coffee. Have a great day!
Cloud shelf along the eastern plains last Thursday provided me the opportunity to create a panorama image using four photos in Lightroom. A wide angle lens would be the better solution but this cheaper. Happy Monday!
The most interesting parts of the natural world are the edges, places where ocean meets land, meadow meets forest, timberline touches the heights.
Galen Rowell
I have been interested in horizons for many years and never really thought of them as edges, where a sky of clouds or stars meets the land, water, forests, prairie and those lovely song birds. Maybe the edges are the most interesting thing for me in my horizons. Could it be that is what the birds are singing about, those edges?
This morning we have no visible edges on the horizon. Nor are there any dramatic clouds as we had yesterday afternoon in the above image. Instead a fine mist and low clouds sits over Pineridge Natural Area, while the city is shrouded in mystery. Even without the sight of those edges we know of there existence and if we are courageous enough, venture towards them. What discoveries will we find? And those song birds continue to sing reminding us there are edges to discover, maybe even urging us on.
“The face always reveals the soul; it is where the divinity of the inner life finds an echo and image. When you behold someone’s face, you are gazing into that person’s life.”
haiku is not a poem, it is not literature; it is a hand beckoning, a door half-opened, a mirror wiped clean.
It is a way of returning to nature, to our moon nature, our cherry blossom nature, our falling leaf nature, in short, to our Buddha nature.
R. H. Blyth
I normally crop all my landscapes in 16 x 9 but this image is cropped in 16 x 10. It’s a subtle difference. So, fair warning as I may be on a new kick for awhile.
