Dream, when you’re feeling blue
Dream, that’s the thing to do
Just watch the smoke rings rise in the air
You’ll find your share of memories there
So dream when the day is through
Dream, and they might come true
Things never are as bad as they seem
So dream, dream, dream…Ella Fitzgerald
Summer has ended
The sun has gone down
The field sits empty
Backstop vacant
Roy Hobbs never showed
& the mighty Casey has struck-out.
Someday are just empty & blue…†…monos en theos…jim
Rest in peace my fellow flyer, no more black dog after you.
Hope you get a seat up front.
I am lifted that at least I know money and fame are not the answer.
Sadden by our lost.
Prayers to Robin Williams wife, family, close friends and those who knew but couldn’t help.
Monos en theos…†…jim
As a photographer of many years, I have my favorite images that I have taken. I have even recorded some of them with a camera.
This one constantly haunts me. It was taken on a “mission” trip to India. I went there to work as a photographer in several orphanages. After three or four days of sitting at a luxurious hotel in Southeastern India, I grew impatient with not ever getting to one of these supposed orphanages.
I confronted and complained to the sponsor I had traveled with and was told that there were no orphanages, it was all a scam, a facade, a ghost of a way for someone to line their pockets.
I was taken to my knees by the realization that I had been lied to, that it was all smoke and mirrors. I felt like such a part of the whole scheme. Feeling dirty and ashamed, I grabbed my little Leica and left the compound of luxury. Something we were warned not to do.
Right as I stepped out of the locked walls this Indian women was there in the beauty of her orange Sari sweeping the street against a huge blue metal building.
I remember thinking why is she here sweeping a road? As I asked myself that question, she turned and glared over her shoulder and I heard her asking “and what are you doing here?”
So what am I doing here? monos en theos…†…jim
When it seems dark, magenta always seem to brighten the day.
You can now find petunias in just about every color but true blue.
Ah, that life could be that way.
monos en theos † jim
As I contently sat surrounded in bluebonnets, it was a time to slow and to really look. There was a whole little world going about it’s business right there in the span of fifty square feet.
This tiniest of a spider plies his trade amongst the bigger of the little world. You just had to take the time to slow yourself and find him.
“The camera makes you forget you’re there. It’s not like you’re hiding but you forget, you are just looking so much.” Annie Leibovitz
Slow down, see, enjoy, engage! en theos monos ††† jim
Yesterday, I pined of not having many flowers blooming yet in the high desert. I was just walking the same path waiting and watching for something to bloom. All I had to do was walk a different path, one block away from my house was a large patch of Texas bluebonnets.
Bluebonnet is a name given to any number of species of the genus Lupinus predominantly found in southwestern United States and is collectively the state flower of Texas. The shape of the petals on the flower resembles the bonnet worn by pioneer women to shield them from the sun.
“Which of my photographs are my favorite? The one I’m going to take tomorrow.” Imogen Cunningham 1883-1976
If you done like the view, change it! en theos monos ††† jim
I was up early yesterday morning. Well, early for me, it was before the sun came up. It was so peaceful wandering around my yard in the gloaming.
In the Gloaming
by Meta Orred
In the gloaming*, oh, my darling!
When the lights are dim and low,
And the quiet shadows falling,
Softly come and softly go;
When the winds are sobbing faintly
With a gentle unknown woe,
Will you think of me, and love me,
As you did once long ago?
In the gloaming, oh, my darling!
Think not bitterly of me!
Tho’ I passed away in silence
Left you lonely, set you free;
For my heart was crush’d with longing,
What had been could never be;
It was best to leave you thus, dear,
Best for you, and best for me.
*gloaming is the twilight that occurs at dusk and dawn; I’m reminded of Yeats’s line about “The blue and the dim and the dark cloths/Of night and light and the half-light”
The trick is to not be gloomy in the gloam….en theos ††† jim
“I’ve seen a look in dogs’ eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt,and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.”
John Steinbeck
Dont be afraid of direct eye contact, you just might see into the soul of another . en theos †† jim
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