Sunday, March 31, 2013


A macro lens gives us eyes to see things more as they really are. Whether it be a snowflake, or butterflies, or any number of things that have such intricate and marvelous detail that we can't see with the naked eye. A macro lens opens up the world to us in ways many have never seen it before. I made an early morning trip on this Easter morning to the Butterfly House. For 2 1/2 hours I got lost there amidst the butterflies.

Friday, March 29, 2013


Sometimes we share experiences with others that are so similar. Such is the case with this from the book Planthropology by Ken Druse

"The lure of the garden has always been strong. As a child, I eagerly awaited the colors and scents of spring, imagining they heralded a spectacle of blossoms and blooms meant just for me. Summers were spent spying on bees as they buzzed from flower to flower, and butterflies as they sipped nectar from their blossomed perches. Now, as a passionate gardener and nature's observer, I know of course it's not for me these plants are blooming---it's for the bee, butterfly, ants, birds, bats, and myriad other creatures that plants need in order to thrive. And yet, sometimes, when a particular bloom unfurls, I still like to imagine it's nature's gift to me, in return for my time and devotion."

And some might find it surprising to find out that I too no longer live believing plants bloom for my pleasure, but instead it is all about the collaborative web of life. It's way bigger and more important than my pleasure. But, since we all need beauty as much as we need food and love, we too greatly benefit from it all. It's all's all grace. And it's for us to enjoy, and take care of, protect, as we go along on this journey of discovery. It should leave us all living in awe as we go.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013


These Hellebore have been blooming for well over a month. The Snow Geese flew back north around Groundhog Day and I don't know if many were paying attention to that sign. We've had snow and ice and cold and some 70 degree days to fill the days of the month of March. That too is very typical signs that Spring is here, as well as there still being some Winter lingering. But today....for whatever reason...we seem to have to have a day to say it. An exercise that has no real meaning. Have you ever pondered how many kind of things we do like that? We too often have traded all we need in order to read the signs, for hallow substitutes. The hallow substitutes leave people thrashing about and acting rather odd and confused because they don't fit. They have no substance.


Tuesday, March 19, 2013


I began paying attention to a different curriculum, once I began to sense the troubling soul diminishing nature of the one that occupies this culture.

Sunday, March 17, 2013


Who is it that began spreading the idea that raining days are to be despised? Days we wish away as if they are thieving something from us. No.....raining days don't steal anything from us. It's our attitude about them that does. And on top of's the expectations we place on everything, trying to push away what we have judged as "bad" and trying to attract to us the things we have judged as "good". I mean really, how's that working for you? We do it to people, to things, to events, to days, to work weeks, to weekends, to all kinds of ideologies, etc. etc. etc. And the practice keeps us missing what is, and missing what each moment is offering us.


We are not meant to recreate the trip someone else has lived. We all carry within ourselves our own unique identity. Our imagination is to play a part in that. It's an imagination as immense as the cosmos and as wide open. You are an artist. Love and compassion and grace and hate and greed and exploitation are the transfiguring tools at your disposal from which you will draw from in order to create. Each of us get to choose what we will use. And believe me.....there is no moment any of us aren't choosing and aren't creating.

Thursday, March 14, 2013


Do we humans ever create tons of unnecessary troubles for ourselves!!!! One way we do this is by failing to recognize the transient nature of this life. And as long as we fail to recognize that we can be found grasping hold of things and ideas of how we want our life to be today and while doing that, miss what today has brought us.

If I had tried to build a life, or even a photography business, around that amazing experience of a couple weeks with the Red Tail Hawk, I would possibly today be depressed that the experience was over and was so short lived. I had people asking me if I had named him/her. Which I didn't, because I knew all too well at the moment that this was going to turn out to be a very brief encounter with a creature who just lives in the wild flow of the created natural world.

There is so much for us humans to learn from this.

I live aware each day that everything is passing and that it is best for me to take in what is there to take in each moment before it is gone. And I am learning that if freedom as a constant traveling presence is important to me, it is best that I remain aware that there is a way of being that is so familiar to the masses that is antithetical to that freedom. As well as there exists a way of being that can be described as the act of slipping into the transience and giving up the crazy human activity of trying to control if we can.

And to also accept that I live in the realm of necessity. And this is the coolest part of all in regards to the demands of that world.......

 "There is a Wind… that wraps itself around the edges of necessity, tugging and pulling until those boundaries become torn and begin to move to the motion of that which is not visible." ~~~ Paul Young

The way the hawk moves about freely speaks to that.....and the hawk never ever even thinks about it. It doesn't have to.

Sunday, March 03, 2013


It was another day of Nature's abundance expressed on the hilltop. And when it comes to that expression, everyday is the same. Everything has been accounted for and provided. Some words from John Muir come to mind.

"One is constantly reminded of the infinite lavishness and fertility of Nature -- inexhaustible abundance amid what seems enormous waste. And yet when we look into any of her operations that lie within reach of our minds, we learn that no particle of her material is wasted or worn out. It is eternally flowing from use to use, beauty to yet higher beauty; and we soon cease to lament waste and death, and rather rejoice and exult in the imperishable, unspendable wealth of the universe, and faithfully watch and wait the reappearance of everything that melts and fades and dies about us, feeling sure that its next appearance will be better and more beautiful than the last."

Many never ever come to a recognition of this. Others do, but too often, even with them, an amnesia like state comes over them and they forget and once again retreat into a space defined by the myth of scarcity. In that space, a contented heart is sent into exile.

Have you ever spent any time considering why it is so difficult to trust a reality that is so in full view all around us everyday? Why is it that the mental landscape of falsity gets so much attention and exercise?

For myself, those questions were answered. At least in some degree. It became clear to me a few years back that the loudest message being broadcast in an unrelenting barrage like way was the myth of scarcity. And I had become fully distracted by it and wasn't even aware of it. It's a message that serves a consumerist culture very well. It is meant to keep us grabbing for things we don't need. Keeping people in competition with one another in regards to these things is a good way to covertly manipulate and create a dedication to the machine. And once caught there....noticing the obvious becomes so difficult. It becomes difficult to notice that we have a problem...and difficult to notice the answer that is right before us staring us in the face.

Getting away from the noise and falsity and spending some time on a hilltop can certainly be a help.