Magic is all around us. It’s constantly here. Magic that words can’t describe...magic that lives on and on in the space of timelessness. The miracles that make this place happen...they are always happening around us and in us - countless forms of abundance.
It’s the little things that build upon one another that make this place up. There is even more beyond that which the eye and “I” can see. See for yourself, stoop down, put your hand in the soil, touch the earth, smell it, let your hand slide across fresh blades of autumn grass. Touch a tree, listen to the birds chirp, let a flower pedal glide across your skin...feel the beauty of this place. It’s all in our heads what we think of it anyways. Be with the senses. We will all come to realize in one way or another that this place is the gift and it always has been. It’s meant to be shared in many different ways by many different beings, at many different times. The practice is to receive it with wake filled eyes, open arms, and an open heart. Greet the world with love, Greet people with love. The world and the verse we choose to live in will decide what to do with it from there. Love is the chorus of the eternal song. Trust. Om shanti shanti shanti. 💚☺️🙏🏽 📸: found this beautiful succulent right by my doorstep. I loved the way the sun glistened in the nectar. Sometimes you look down at just the right moment. I played with the coloring a little for fun.
After the Sun Sets - Grand Teton National Park is known for sunrise images. To be sure, spectacular sunsets do occur, but they are not a frequent or regular event. On this day, the heavy cloud cover seemed to preclude any sunset, but we happened to be in just the right place at just the right time. Planning and persistence paid off.
If you remember the 60’s you weren’t there, so it is with a degree of caution, that I volunteer a fog like memory from 1967 of reading The Illiad and the Odyssey, having a fascination with the seductive powers of the singing ‘Sirens’, and Odyyseus’s purported solution of instructing his crew to fill their ears with beeswax so they would not be lured by the seductive singing, thus experiencing the same fate as others before them, crashing their ships, upon the rocky coastline, and sinking to the bottom of the sea.
Photographically speaking, we’re all guilty of succumbing to the ‘Singing Sirens’, but unlike the ‘sounds’ of the ‘Sirens’ it is our eyes that are seduced by their natural beauty, i.e. the Slot Canyons in Paige Arizona, Half-Dome in Yosemite, Haystack Rock at Oregon’s Cannon Beach or the Dolomites of Italy to name just a few, but often times, ten feet to the left, thirty yards to the right, or just underfoot if not overhead, an as yet discovered and compelling composition of beauty awaits.
Unlike beeswax to avoid the lure of the Sirens, you must make the difficult choice of walking past the ‘obvious’, in effect, covering your eyes to the obvious, and scanning with a greater intensity the abundant and often ‘hidden’ beauty that is to be found all around you.
Yesterday, I shared the image of the Sitting Buddha in Bhutan, and afterwards we headed back towards the waiting bus when I spotted several large bronze molds, stacked atop each other, a ‘junk pile’ of sorts and it was on the insides of these bronze pieces, that my eyes caught site of the seductive Siren you see here, a Siren of colorful welds and textures, which at first glance suggests a NASA photo from space or is it a far away galaxy? Beauty IS all around us, but it is hard to see all that beauty when our vision has been seduced by the ‘obvious’. Nikon D500, Nikkor 18-300mm, focusing as close as possible, F/14@1/200 sec, 400 ISO Sunny/Daylight WB
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