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Pjsee16's Journal
High on the mountainside in Crestone Colorado, the pines grow strong and close to the ground. This one is blazing at dusk.
Early morning at the Cape Cod National Seashore....
Great Mother Moose and her Offspring. Highlands National Park, Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, Canada.
Like a tiny drop of dew, or a bubble in a stream; Like a flash of lightning in a summer cloud, Or a flickering lamp, an illusion, a phantom, or a dream; thus one should look upon the things of the world The Diamond Cutter's Sutra
This rock on the shore some how recalls to me that famous first portrait of the earth hanging in space, and a quote from a man on the the faraway moon.
Space and time are so vast that cosmologists now envision a multiverse, universes like our own but uncounted and unseen going on forever. Space and time have an ungraspable depth and expanse in these theories comparable to an ocean. Physicists talk of particles popping out of nothing in the quantum foam and speak of gravitational waves. Ancient and original peoples also framed their origin stories in terms of a cosmic ocean. In many A turtle swims to the bottom of the depths to find a bit of earth from which the known world is created.
"There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed by the Creator into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been and are being evolved" Charles Darwin, The Origin of Species I can't but help feel an awe or a sense of mystery in the architecture of the web, and whether one is a believer of intelligent design (theism) interdependent arising (Buddhism) or Evolution (Scientific Materialism) one can't help but appreciate the beauty of the spider's creation and the beauty in Darwin's final words from the "Origin of the Species."
The great sea moves me, sets me adrift. It moves me like algae on stones in running brook water. The vault of heaven moves me. Mighty weather storms through my soul. It carries me with it. Trembling with joy. From Uvavnuk, A 19th century Inuit Women encountered by the Explorer Peter Freuchen.
These runners require no expensive shoes but sprint rapidly with the expanding waves. Their expressive cheeping and their diminutive profile require extra care from human neighbors. See also: Piping Plovers Protected on Cape Cod. And Sound of the Plover
Retreatants' path, Windhorse Retreat Center, New Germany Nova Scotia
There used to be a more common expression here in Vermont...and known as a New England colloquialism : "You can't get there from here." This goes back I'm sure to before geo location, google maps, and even the interstate. If you are in a mental state that I find myself when meandering and taking photos the sentiment is decidedly wrong. The first step may in fact be getting lost, then one is frequently surprised and often grateful for whatever one finds.
Yoga at 6 a.m. Cape Cod National Seashore
The Alewives - Food to whales, seabirds, and salmon. Bait to lobsterman and fisherman. Hard to believe that their numbers became so low that they were nearly deemed endangered. Now still considered a species "of concern." They spawn in the rivers and migrate back to the ocean. Many wind up on the beach. The birds seem more interested in those in the water of which there were many. There was no smell and the tide seemed to bring and wash away fresh multitudes. See also: Cape Cod Spawning
(After Edvard Munch) What resides in the inner life and psyche of the seal? Who is to know...perhaps terror and pain at the loss of a companion to a great white shark...which has become a more common occurrence. In this case the portrait might be more accurately entitled:"The Great Yawn."
He's industrious but rather high strung. He's gregarious but shy. He moves fast, talks fast, and has a fast paced life style. He's hypervigilant but notices small details. He can sit still for a long time as he did for this picture. He is a bit nervous and a bit obsessive but a pretty likeable fellow.
No surer sign of spring in Vermont. From my walk yesterday at Niquette State Park near Lake Champlain. Though it snowed only last week, and I only saw this one plant, spring is definitely here to stay. The forest floor is lavish with trillium in white and red as well.
A Humpback Whale feeds at the Stellwagen Bank near Provincetown MA. The Humpback opens his mouth expanding it and filling it with water. He captures his meal in his baleen which are like filters where the fish are caught. Do they pause to say grace? Likely their continual motion is an expression of gratitude and joy. I can imagine no greater expression of exuberance than when a whale breaches, the whole body leaping from the water. I've seen but not caught this.
Blackwater Pond is where Poet Mary Oliver did much of her wandering and writing. The Pond is a part of The Beech Forest Trail in The Cape Cod National Seashore. For more on Oliver check out the Radio Program On Being: Listening to the World.
Somewhere in a quiet wood behind the Windhorse Retreat Center, New Germany, Nova Scotia, Canada.
(Roaming across the sand in Wellfleet MA USA) - Salt pond to one side, dunes and beach to the other. Will I arrive at last like the driftwood on the beach? Or ascend virtually into the clouds with my joy? I exhale with every tide and am flying with the spray.