Friday fun

Playing with filters on a rainy day.

Sometimes you just have to jump in a mud puddle because it’s there. Never get so old that you forget about having fun.

~ Tom Giaquinto, Be A Good Human 

Wednesday wandering

Oak impressions.

To write requires an ego, a belief that what you say matters. Writing also requires an aching curiosity leading you to discover, uncover, what is gnawing at your bones.

~ Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice

If we were having coffee: Abstractions and reflections

Circling the tree.

We’re only here for a short while. And I think it’s such a lucky accident, having been born, that we’re almost obliged to pay attention. In some ways, this is getting far afield. I mean, we are – as far as we know – the only part of the universe that’s self-conscious. We could even be the universe’s form of consciousness. We might have come along so that the universe could look at itself. I don’t know that, but we’re made of the same stuff that stars are made of, or that floats around in space. But we’re combined in such a way that we can describe what it’s like to be alive, to be witnesses. Most of our experience is that of being a witness. We see and hear and smell other things. I think being alive is responding.

~ Mark Strand

Past and present

A bubble from the past. (February 2012)

The past is our definition. We may strive, with good reason, to escape it, or to escape what is bad in it, but we will escape it only by adding something better to it.

~Wendell Berry

A Monday meander

Along the way.  (On a bike ride this morning.)

But who wants to be foretold the weather? It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand.

~ Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat

 

Traveling

Black-eyed Susans