Sunday, November 30, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
eye notes
The little bridge over the creek I love so much. The flow of the creek has been changed. The far side used to have the majority of waterflow and now it doesn't, someone moved some rocks upstream.
Wow this one is looking hard done by and desperate for some sun, might be the last one.
welcome to the world of mandalas
as if further proof were needed
to discover the magic in the pod
bigger than the universe on the outside
water draws a scene inside
stretching forever the other way
somebody is trying to write something
but it's not for me to decide
what the letters mean
self-involved competition interferes with pure vision without ego the eyes can see purely subjectively to find brilliance in beauty everywhere
Sunday, November 23, 2008
another post in the log
as far as trees go there's nothing like trying to stand out
somewhere there is always a chair without anyone to sit in it
individually speaking
one rock can have
many faces
purely upon reflection
a true watercolour
would be made of water
like a tv screen
portraying serene
a smile in the right place
in asking for a name for an anomaly indicating some form of purity we alter the source left to its own the transmission is more important than the transmitter and the imprint gets the name
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
expressing colour
Expressing colour, the duty of the flower.
These are getting real close to being the last ones for the season.
Flowers aren't the only thing that have a knack for expressing colour.
battered by the delight
that comes from the sound
of glass shattered by a stone
integrated into the ongoing process no longer seeking realization as a face reflected, given in to the pure flow of impulse, the reflection has eyes of it's own to see beyond the plain inside the rain
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
eh okay
The Kokanee Glacier, one of my favourite sights. It's a shame about all the wires but there was one angle where they seemed less obtrusive.
Nothing a little photoshopping won't fix. Note: bob at the bottom.
Blue sky provides, another excuse to take a flag photo.
little bits of frost
connected like webs
another face for rain
thought balloons dream
of all things green
while waiting for winter
squeezed into place
does the shape take on the frame
or the frame the shape
having discovered what is basic in everything, the signs from everywhere point to all things being okay
Sunday, November 16, 2008
no named
abandoned by time
past its prime
empty and chair beckon
given in to a different interpretation
of the vibrational place
manifesting as our own face
scribbled madness
bad crayon
go stand in the corner
flattened to a sense of connection
empty space without dimension
captured without intention
to go beyond self see a different interpretation of the vibration of tree energy manifesting with clarity so when we trust we see the expression of it naturally beyond the names to our own concept of integration
Thursday, November 13, 2008
plane shapes
clinging to the end of the season
endurance maintains colour
the flower still shines
frozen yet not snow
raindrop trapped
interrupted in flow
simple shapes
from the hoodscape
of a car out of time
swirled to give a false impression
of a mountain within clouds
hurricane repetition
swimming in a stream reserved
for abstract interpretation
fish appear
it doesn't take much one fallen leaf splayed against the stone in just the right place to enhance the features of a face that's naught more than lines pressured into permanence and disguised as a smile for those eyes able to see beneath the surface beauty
Monday, November 10, 2008
Saturday, November 08, 2008
watch what you see
Bob looking a little lonely in the emptiness of gray fall cloud cover.
Another familiar recurring theme, they always look better in the rain.
with no place to go
the eyes find a disturbing slant
to both lines of perception
give it mind and find a dividing line within flat plane perspective
separates eyes into a 3d world forced to be flat
as all things are what they are and none of them are what they seem
do the shapes that come to mind care whether they succeed or fail visually, just because they have a colour or placement within the design that brings attention to the mind analyzing, so to find a metaphoric entrance into the place no one can go but you
Thursday, November 06, 2008
tan gentle shapes
arranged by gravity and time
leaves relate with their shape
a symbolic story of a fall
surface texture dictates shape
rain is never rain until it's named
by then it's adhering to different laws
once a sunflower
now whisker-aged head bowed
gathers snow not light
when the inside and outside of the mind combine to reveal what it's like to feel unconditionally free from concepts of me
a reflective pose eliminates all but the awareness of mind like the place where sky meets earth connected but reflected upon as the underlying flow continues to ripple with motion, like noting everything as it passes through mind