Jenn's Garden

I am convinced that life in a physical body is meant to be an ecstatic experience.
- Shakti Gawain

The garden in spring, as promised back on March the 9th of this year when I photographed this same garden buried beneath many inches of snow knowing full well the season would change and it's purpose then able to be realized.


The other photo lest we forget what winter was all about.


Today's little foray will consist of some of the brilliant flowers that grow in said garden. Here the yellow tulip I have been seeking. White with tinges of purple on the outside i was pleasantly surprised to find the insides this colour.


Too early in the day for these heavy heads to have lifted to the sun the photos from below always provide a nice blue sky backdrop.


They remind me of canoe paddles those little bits of flower parts. All the better to slice through the waves of air while enticing all with a little dance.


Even those past their prime lend an air of elegance to the surroundings. These are one of my favourites. I like the flowers with the petals that can be plucked, they're like a cliche, comfortably familiar and the design seems to mock, or pay homage to, the sun.


So perfectly and primarily yellow, vibrant in the sunlight with just a hint of morning dew.

faces in dreams

There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.
- Deepak Chopra

So like a bristly tongue extended as if designed by someone with a mouth in mind to consume the unwary victim drawn in by the beauty and allure.


Quiet contemplation, elephants and purple flowers, definitely three of my favourite things.


All kinds of faces hide in the subtle and sublime places until one day they make you smile back.


Creek spirit manifests as the face behind the voice that talks in an ever continuing drone like silence on the other side.


Disturbed by the way the separation is inherent and built into the design to keep the contrast as friction to send the sparks flying in the general direction of comprehension and perception.


This then as testament to the rapid change that leaves today's luxuries obsolete before they have a chance to be consumed.

instant gratification

There is a seed of truth and wisdom in all negative circumstances and knots. They exist for a reason. What reason, it is up to us to find out.

Mandalic in design the key to the mind lies in the simplicity that binds everything to the same template.


As if to verify the opening of the eye to patterns wherever they may lie, the forgotten trunk provides another mandalic pause.


It's almost too easy. Just hike up along a creek for five minutes listening to nothing but the roar of water. All thought dissipates as fast as bubbles submerge beneath the continuous flow.


A break in some cloud and a place between trees, where the sun lit the swirl, where the creek turned its energy, into the deepest spot, and a few broken branches to clear a hole for the head to cast the mind within the twist of noise and water in a whirl.


This the face surround of rock isolated by the unusual elevation of flow becomes the base that leads to a creek ready to go between trees.


A little twist in the course of the vibrant creek. Note the rock this shares with the photo above. There was something about this vortex today that circled me in to it.


The place where the weather comes from, most of the time. What we see here as a break in the cloud will take about half an hour to get over us. It's been a series of rain clouds then sunshine, on and off, for days now. It's fun to watch!


Sharing, is magical when it's family.

right in mid wave

The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't.
- Douglas Adams (1952 - 2001)

At the heart of the expression, rarely seen for the many layers folded neatly one on top of the other, lies the true essence of the bloom.


Salmonberry flowers as plentiful as dandelions yet a little more tolerated if for nothing more than the perfection of its bloom.


What was a solid line broken apart by time lets the empty define a face as an afterthought, in passing it caught in the corner of the eye and winked and smiled as if to say, don't forget about me.


Sometimes the tone of the voice of the black bird is something quite unheard as if there is anger in every word, stay away ... MINE! I disturbed the bird eating in the sand if for no other reason than I can and I wanted to watch him fly so I could see his wing fingers wave goodbye.


Painted as if on a blank canvas, the sunshine etching is sculpted by the eye without interference from the hand but to record it.


Disguised by the way patterns of flowers emerging hide the flesh of the matter when it was discovered he had his finger on the button and it was labeled like death.


Fibonacci spiral appears in many more places than just as a brilliant design for a slug of a bug. As the golden section of the natural construction of all things inherently circular, how about a piece of pi?


When the sunrise over the horizon is blinding to the eye, the truth of the matter is all those cars are lined up to die and the sun is a figment of mind copied from another medium of presentation.

be like santa always

Act the way you'd like to be and soon you'll be the way you act.
Leonard Cohen (1934 - )

Like an underlined word stands out from the rest the ring of colour as target enhancement attracts the unwary to the center of similar colour.


Aloft on the breeze on wings as if an eagle dares the airwaves rising in spirals of pressure swirls to draw attention to the balance of a moment when a bird slipped into view.


The lady of the mist in the falls, elusive like the cottonwood seeds float as soft texture on gentle breeze, in the heat roars the creek, to new levels, new opportunities to manifest, as a silhouette with a voice louder now, to speak what only a gurgling creek can dream in whispers.


I walked to Cottonwood Falls Market today. It's back in action every Saturday. Sometimes the music there is quite awesome. Spotted the local favourite Marty Carter playing his electric sax I believe it is. It makes highly unusual sounds that hardly seemed like music at first note but then it kind of insinuates itself under the skin and takes hold. A very trippy auditory experience and Marty is so good!


Attached to the curvatures of design that create the mere concept of mind of electrical current running through every line connected to the imaginary source, integral like blood feeds a starving brain.


Absorbed by the elevation in the depth of the lake the individuals as grass absorbed the complete essence of their environment yet still maintain their shape.


This then, your portal wiped clean, to catch the gleam in my eye, as I peer through all the places on the other side.


"He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake.." Discovered by surprise like a gift under a tree that lives inside for a day the unusual smile fell into place as a pattern to start each day.

access concentration

Learning builds daily accumulation, but the practice of Tao builds daily simplification. Simplify and simplify, until all contamination from relative, contradictory thinking is eliminated. Then one does nothing, yet nothing is left undone. One who wins the world does so by not meddling with it. One who meddles with the world loses it.
- Lao-Tzu (604 BC - 531 BC)

Even beneath the fiery red of the temper there lies a calm center place where the heat can return like the flame of peace appears beneath the rage.


Perfectly nibbled by deer or bugs or both the appearance of the object could now be placed perfectly in the frame.


Left to trail in their own direction the bubbles of distraction coupled with the monotonous drone of the creek flow everything to vibrant red fields replete with yellow flowers, like fire in the field of attraction is only another temptation along the thought pathways to access concentration.


Allowing thoughts to find substance as a fence, a barrier to the integration of layers of access shifting between observance and awareness, diversity in all things not noticed finds the one point in the empty place at the base of infinite space.

is it art yet?

There is a theory which states that if ever anybody discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.
- Douglas Adams (1952 - 2001)

Hidden deep within folded petals once the layers are peeled back and the insertion is complete then the results left to chance might just result in the immaculate perception.


Bubbles of thought pinned to the spokes of the dharma wheel, like drops of rain trapped between fallen and free trail along the leaves of a plant whose green essence evokes a Promise of Light.


Like an ear positioned to catch the vibrations of sound the way the fibers in the blue petals of a flower spin the sunlight into the vortex.


It's not often that people dedicate the back window of their car to such brazen displays of kitsch, which is probably a good thing. In fact not that many modern cars have the kind of space in the back window that this older model in for repairs has. Is that how the term 'goosed' was coined. And lest I forget, when does it become art?


Chosen at random for the promise of contrast, the severe execution of the element's position eliminated the subject and left one thin thread of hope contrasted against the storm.

purple vortex shimmer

Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.
- Leonard Cohen (1934 - )

The colour blue has a spin within its weave of threads that keeps the suspended attraction even more mysterious to any fool enough to venture within the 'cup'.


Personified by the way the lines in the flower petals bring a life to the skin that glows when sunlight passes through.


There will be more of this flower, or one of its nearby friends. I find it extremely intriguing. At night or before full sunlight hits it, the leaves are curled into a tight cluster. It doesn't look at all the same in any of the various stages of its opening. Like a temptress this purple vortex shimmers and sprinkles magic dust bread crumbs to lead the way in.


I have seen the inner eye before it manifested as an orb to interpret the world with and it held a reflection of everything trapped in a time bubble waiting to burst into a retinal display of the universe as eye saw it.


Back to the beginning when everything was circular in motion, shape, formation and intent and the balance was never in question until the circle tried to squeeze inside the rectangle.


Placed as precisely as if drawn, the collection of the elements lent itself to a balance only conceived in a random placement of a frame looking for a place to set focus.


To make a mountain out of an old hill it is only necessary to find a pattern to simulate the sky and let the automatic eye create monuments of temporality able to be moved with a single breath.


As I said yesterday, his first in a long time. Known for his writing and his music, Leonard Cohen is one of the legendary artists of our time. Book of Longing is his new collection of poetry and contains Cohen's own line drawings. His highly acclaimed 1984, Book of Mercy, was his last book of new work published. Book of Longing is long awaited.