Two days ago I sat in my shorts and dirty t-shirt basking in the beauty and warmth of a bluebonnet patch. Early this am up to attack my writing drills I was greeted with this mysterious view in the western darkness. A great prelude to the coming blood moon eclipse coming early tomorrow morning.
Our balm had faded to sand blown in the 40 mph winds as I stranded to hold my camera still at a 1/15 of a second at 1600 iso. All the while staving the 37 degree chill in my briefs and too thin shirt. The dogs thought me crazy and kept looking to see what the heck had the attention of their strange two legged leader. I quickly agreed and retreated from outside images to inside words and warm coffee. Image making is fun, but word-smithing can sometimes be a little more comfortable.
I don’t normally post such fuzzy grainy images, but I hope this will keep me from having to braving the 2:00 am call to the blood eclipse. I already gave. One needs to save their bravery as I have too little to spare.
” A good photograph is knowing where to stand.” Ansel Adams
I think I will stand inside. en theos monos ††† jim
As we walk around the streets of T or C NM, we hear conversations all about the heavy rains and flooding that was here just last week. We see buildings with sandbags still piled against door bottoms to keep out the water as it rushed down normally arid lanes. Just as the conversation fades, so goes the rain. The Rio runs not so Grande and the water has mostly dried to cracking mud along the curbs.
Life is such a balancing act. Learning to live with the highs and the lows, somehow trying to find the comfort of the middle ground.
Enjoy where you are, and what you have today. It will most likely be more or less than you want. ††† en theos ††† jimwork
Be in the Moment
by Rick Tocquigny, author of Life Lessons:
Mindfulness is a terrible thing to waste. If mindfulness is not your closest traveling companion, test yourself the next time you see a beautiful sunrise or sunset.
Can you stand still for a few minutes and watch our Creator’s artistic skills at work? Happiness and peace are staring you in the face. Tranquility and beauty are there for you to behold.
“Let happiness catch you.” — Angela Cartwright
I went out and was waiting to catch a full moon rise. I waited and I waited, and then I turned around and on the next sand dune to the west was the great red ball of life screaming at me like a little kid, “take my picture, take my picture!” Yes be in the moment, but also be aware of what is around you in the moment!!!!!!
Pezful EZ feelin’ @U ††† en theos ††† jim
Ah, what a strange weird trip it has been.
It has been a very trying week. We went to Monahans Tx to get several spring sports photos done. With the oil boom on in west TX., if you can find a hotel, you just plain don’t want to pay what they are asking for a place to sleep. A room at a hotel that two years ago cost us $75 now is over $300. So we took our little hybrid travel trailer and stayed at Monahans Sandhills State Park. A nice facility and it always allows me a reminder of my childhood days in West Tx.
We got there on Sunday for work on Monday. We awoke to the early morning sounds of high wind gust and snow, yes snow blowing in horizontal alignment with the wind. The day ended up being a total wait things out in the trailer and hope we did also go horizontal in the 70mph gust. All work was blown away with the wind.
Tuesday fared a little better and we got one photo session done in an albeit blustery afternoon.
I then awoke at 4:00 am on Wednesday with the flow blown flu. Everything for that day had to be canceled and I slept 20 of the 24 hours. I managed to muster enough to get the trailer ready for travel and hooked up on Thursday and we followed the wind a 100 miles to home.
I feel cheated, I hate to lose that much time, every year the inflation on time seems as disproportionate as motels in West TX.
The wind was a blowing but I never found an answer my friend.
Pezful EZ feelin’ @U ††† en theos ††† jim
The snow started in earnest last night. It persisted all night and a table on the patio shows evidence of the 7 inches of the cold stuff.
I went to bed last night with all these Currier & Ives kind of photographs that I could get up and make this morning. Upon arising and roosting next to a propane fire in the comfort of my Lazy Boy red leather recliner I came to a more realistic thought. I am a West Texas boy and I don’t like snow. I like the romance of it all and the look of those heavenly flakes falling so quietly to our parched land. But alas, I am not getting out.
Maybe it stems from seeing a bumper sticker in New Mexico during my youth. It read: ” If God had of meant for Texans to ski, He would have mad bullsh#t white.” My dad had to explain the meaning to me, but I think the message struck a chord and stayed with me.
I am thankful for the distant beauty of it and the needed wetness for the land. But it can melt now and bring back my desert. So I post a dust bowl like image from our recent visit to Seminole State Park. That is dust, sand and rock on the ground, not snow!……………en theos†††jim