Last week I stumbled across a post that was entitled “The 10 photos that every photographer will attempt”. It had things like sunset at a beach, running water, fog, trees and several other cliches that we see all too often.
Somehow reading that articles caused a block to form. A resistance to produce an image of anything that might be considered trite. I sat this morning and bemoaned the task of finding a photo to post. All out of the fear of being perceived as having the same vision and producing meaningless images.
Out here in the desert and living in ranch country, windmills become a “go to” subject. I see a great sunset coming and I gravitate to the nearest windmill. Somehow they become the beach, the trees, the ordinary trite and overdone images of the west.
So with a bit of ado, I give you my latest windmill. I can’t help myself. Last week while in New Mexico, I even purchased a print of another photographer’s gorgeous print of what else, a windmill.
Try to crawl out of your box. en theos monos ††† jim
“There are powers far beyond us, plans far beyond what we could have ever thought of, visions far more vast than what we can ever see on our own with our own eyes, there are horizons long gone beyond our own horizons. This is courage- to throw away what is our own that is limited and to thrust ourselves into the hands of these higher powers- God and Destiny.To do this is to abide in the realm of the eternal, to walk in the path of the everlasting to follow in the footprints of God and demi-gods. The hardest part for man is the letting go. For some reason, he thinks himself big enough to know and to see what’s good for him. But in the letting go……..is found freedom. In the letting go…….. is found the flight!”
― C. JoyBell C.
Oh, to find the courage to fly! ….en theos monos ††† jim
“When the world is all at odds
And the mind is all at sea
Then cease the useless tedium
And brew a cup of tea.
There is magic in its’ fragrance,
There is solace in its’ taste;
And the laden moments vanish
Somehow into space.
And the world becomes a lovely thing!
There’s beauty as you’ll see;
All because you briefly stopped
To brew a cup of tea.”
~ Unknown author
I actually drink more coffee than tea. Yet, the alure of the romance of tea, the whole ceremony of brewing and serving pulls on me with a constant force.
enjoy your morning with the beverage of your choice. † en theos ††† jim
Rivers, ponds, lakes and streams – they all have different names, but they all contain water. Just as religions do – they all contain truths.
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee ††† en theos ††† jimwork
I tried to just sit on the porch and do my morning readings and meditation. But the sun was out for the first morning in a while and our field was reflecting that calling light off the morning dew. I just had to go and wander through it.
“The person who doesn’t scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs.
Hunter S. Thompson
Get you feet wet with dew when ever you get the chance. ††† en theos ††† jimwork
In my efforts to achieve perfection (insert sarcastic laugh), I often carry a little spray bottle of water to apply the beauty of the seldom seen west Texas dew.
It never really looks quite right. I try to convince myself that it is an improvement, but that is a lie. It really just looks like a plant that someone has used a water bottle to soak it beyond His touch.
Yesterday, while walking in an unusually cool and damp morning, I found this simple blade of johnson grass with two perfectly placed, gravity defying magical balls put there by Him.
It was almost a reminder from my Father that I am here to find, see and record. He seemed to be saying, “Watch Me son this is how it’s done.”
Enjoy all that you find, see and record today, but mostly feel His touch. ††† en theos ††† jimwork
“…the true secret of happiness lies in the taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life…”
– William Morris
We had a healthy amount of rain yesterday and I was excited to see what new growth we would find on our evening walk. My dogs passed right over this beautiful creature that was basking in the waning warmth of the asphalt. Having never seen this species, I gathered him up and brought him home for a proper portrait.
He was a small fellow about 12-14 inches long. Extremely docile little guy who curled comfortably amongst my fingers. His underbelly ran from orange under the head to red at the tail. He posed very nicely and then I released him amongst the four o’clocks.
The small, secretive red-bellied snake (Storeria occipitomaculata) is a distinctive reptile which gains its common name from the crimson-red underside which occurs in most individuals. However, the underparts of this species are known to vary between bright red and yellow .
The upper-parts of the red-bellied snake are also variable and can be grey, brown, red-brown or black with a light, wide stripe which extends along the length of the back . Four narrower stripes may occasionally be present on the backs of some individuals.
The range of the red-bellied snake extends across eastern North America, from southern Canada in the north to Florida and Texas in the south, including Oklahoma, Kansas and North and South Dakota. The red-bellied snake inhabits areas of deciduous or mixed woodland, as well as meadows, marshes, pastures, swamp edges and prairies , where it shelters under rocks, logs or leaf litter on the ground. Within these habitats this species is generally found in moist areas although it also inhabits dry areas such as rocky hills.
May you find something new as you travel an old route. ††† en theos ††† jim work