I touch the surface with my fingers. I find it’s kind of an artist’s Braille. There’s something about the craggy mess, especially when there is moist gooey mud underneath that captivates me. Sometimes I wonder if what I’m really looking for is a picture of Elvis or Jesus to appear. “Look… Don’t you see? Right there next to the half squashed dragonfly and below the willow stick. If you turn your head slightly to the side you’ll see President Putin’s face.”
I don’t know what I’m after honestly. A great masterpiece in earth and water. In my smartphone apps you can clarify a picture, which is to say you can pull forth all of the color and light available in an image with much higher clarity. It doesn’t add what isn’t there or detract, it just shows you the mass of what is available. I’ve had photos of pink and purple mud, blue green and so forth. The camera pulls up the conglomerate of minerals and rock debris in the mud. Sometimes it has algae mixed in or red stone sediment and voila! we have something completely new.
Clarity in all things is like this. The clearer I see myself, circumstances, other people and events, the more I perceive the depth of light and color in each. I see who I am, really, in the presence of all of these other things. I understand the mineral make up of my mud. A great masterpiece in earth and water.
8 thoughts on “Story in Mud: III: Clarity”
Still can’t find Putin but love the textures
LOL… I might’ve been stretching for Putin… Gorbachev might’ve been better.
Haha possible !
I love the texture too! 🙂
I love rock and mud and wood. So much there. It’s funny but thinking of my dried up mud and then thinking of your stunning photos with droplets of water. All a meditation on water: the abundance and the lack.
So true! Nature…beautiful even in opposite directions. 🙂
I started laughing actually as I read the first paragraph as I could hear your voice acting out the dialogue. :-)) Thanks for the smile that pulled me back from wherever I was.
Perfect! My work is done here…