Boys of Summer: Photo Poem: Episode II

Minstrel at the Lake: Photo by Noelle

Minstrel at the Lake: Photo by Noelle

I had no idea there was a plane in the distance which looks a perfect shooting star. You’ll find it on the right hand side, just passing over the mountains. This photo was actual magic for me when I later pulled it up, than I realized when taking it.

Coming Winter

Re-posted from Enchanted Nature's Facebook page

Re-posted from Enchanted Nature’s Facebook page

COMING WINTER

The rain is steady across the field
And cold lays heavy on the pane
I welcome the turn inward
As fall drifts to winter’s mane

Fires are stoked without
And within a blaze burns, too
A warmth bathes my thoughts
As the blanket wraps the limbs, cocooned

Incubation brings reflection
In the way the clouds mirror on the lake
Real, rich and yet, transparent
To be remembered even as they fade

Gold leaves fall, wet and dark
In the growing wind
So I let my thoughts fall, too
Damp upon the skin

Winter lurks amongst the vines
Of the pumpkin patch, now bare
And I grow empty of a year’s losses
Floating lighter on this eve’s air

The fields are empty of there harvest
Apples are long to their bins
All things must sleep to be fertile
And I am now free to sleep in

Emotions or A Day at the Beach

A windy day at Johnson Lake: Photography by Noelle

A windy day at Johnson Lake: Photography by Noelle

Emotions. They are just waves. Like being a little kid at the beach. Those big waves were scary, until you realized no matter now many times they knocked you down, you got back up. And swallowing water didn’t kill you. And after a short bit you realized you could have fun with this. And maybe you started to swim or boogie board and eventually even surf. Your fear is just a fight or flight mechanism to keep you from being eaten by a saber toothed tiger. It’s a good emotion. It’s designed to keep you out of trouble. The feeling isn’t the problem. It’s your brain telling you that you are in danger of being eaten by something. Your job, a lover, financial ruin, global warming, bad breath… Whatever… It’s just your brain spinning a story. The feeling is your tip off you are telling yourself something that is not true. Unless of course you are on a plane about to crash into the ground or, well, there’s a big bear. When you feel strong emotions stop and ask yourself, “What story am I spinning to myself right now? What have I just been thinking about?” Then do yourself a big favor and remind yourself the feeling is just a wave. It won’t last, it won’t kill you and in a moment you are about to stand up and realize you are only in a foot of water.

Security

Algae: Photo collage by Noelle

Algae: Photo collage by Noelle

It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power. – Alan Cohen

Sacred Geometry: Photo Poem 10

Sacred Geometry: Photo collage by Noelle

Sacred Geometry: Photo collage by Noelle

What I love about this piece is its a cesspool. I’m sure the people who saw me crawl down to the sewer drain must have thought me mad, but I love the texture of this. Stone against cement, pouring out water that is so stagnant algae has grown upon the surface. Play with it and arrange the shapes and add color and you suddenly have a piece of sacred geometry that is erupting beautifully out of its history of waste, stagnation and eye sore. To me this is the power of photography and images. We can see beauty in what, at first glance was ugliness. Do this in your environment daily and you have developed a very powerful mindfulness practice. You are engaging in a form of meditation. You are freeing yourself from seeing only the rational world and opening yourself to the drive of creation and life itself. Namaste.

Pooh: Little Gem

Bridge over Dutch Creek: Photography by Noelle

Bridge over Dutch Creek: Photography by Noelle

“Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.” Winnie the Pooh