Straight lines are man-made, and they are all around us.
If you’ve followed my blog or know me at all, I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that I see myself as a Nature Girl. I don’t do Man-Made stuff if at all possible; I don’t seek it out, I don’t photograph it, I don’t buy it. But of course, that’s a delusion, really. I live in a house built with right angles, and I sell books which are usually rectangular. I am surrounded; I had best make peace with angles. Sharp, rigid, dogmatic angles. Plumb-lines and cages.
* peace *
(Wow, I can be judgmental.) Okay, horizons and vanishing points, inclines and steps. I don’t know if I will ever call them “beautiful”, but I can see that they are useful and interesting.
I glance out my window and see feathery frost, reminding me that snowflakes and crystals are made of straight angles. And my ego is made up of attachments and aversions.
* peace *
D’oh! I forgot to check the Weekly Photo Challenge on Friday! Steve & I went on an excursion to hike a portion of the Ice Age Trail, and the day went by so fast. Well, technically I get the whole week to post, so I’m not really late at all. (Can you tell I’m one of those annoyingly punctual people? ‘Tis true.) So, here goes…
And here are two more from more recent posts….
I suppose these are only loosely silhouettes; maybe they’re only back-lit. What if I punched up the contrast?
Hey, now! That’s fun!
Texture: that which we touch, which touches us, which we feel. Texture lets us know we’re alive, we’re here, we’re present and presently interacting. Texture teaches us that the world is sameness and contrast – smooth, cold, rough, warm – and solid as concrete.
How much do you pay attention to what you touch and what touches you?
When you become fully mindful of something’s presence, do you feel more fully alive?
Have you ever lost the concept of time as you stroked silky fur, or dipped your toes in flowing water?
Time pales in significance when I am present with something completely.
“Twist” is filthy with meaning: it’s the unexpected, it’s surprise, it’s even an amazing ice cream choice. What does “twist” mean to you?
Being a bibliophile, I immediately think of a plot twist, the kind that makes you tingle with pleasure in the last chapters of the mystery novel you’re reading. “Wow! I never saw THAT coming!” Such delight. I did find an appropriately twisty photo that I snapped while hiking around Lapham Peak State Park in early spring. We were looking for lichen, on a whim, and found ourselves outside the warming house near the skating pond. I suppose they use that building for winter events, family-oriented programs that might include a craft project or something, because I happened upon this item posing as a lingering patch of snow in the leaf litter….
A plastic snowflake. Natural….but not. It made me laugh.