Saturday, November 20, 2010
Click on the picture to see the whole picture (blogger cropped part of it :(
A nun was praying in the Mt St Michel Abbey in France where I was able to capture this reverent moment as a nun, with head slightly tilted and in white starched robe, kneels on the hard floor in prayer, and contemplation, as light streams through the centuries old windows.
This is a rose from the Tacoma Rose garden in Point Defiance Park.
The image has been darkened and the reds and yellows saturated with an added red chalk border.
The rose seems to have an inner light, and a life and beauty of its own. The adjustments I made added to that and I love this picture.
I love this photo of "The Bean" in Chicago on a warm sunny afternoon.
Notice the lady with her arms back diving into her reflection.
Love the sunshine and reflection of the buildings.
Susan and I (taking the picture) are reflected towards the back of the plaza.
This photo still haunts me. It was taken in Chicago in May 2008. I deliberately placed everyone out of focus except the person praying/begging for help ...
everyone walks by, ignoring him.
Beautiful, alien, mystically mine.
There is a thoughtfulness, a meditation, that truly reminds me of the sentience of my fellow soul, the ape.
Even the non-focused eye of the ape is so similar to the soft-eyed gaze of mediators.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Tsunami, Sea, Wave, Life Cycle, You and Me
By Dan Windisch 082810
Water that has not seen the light of day.
Hundreds of miles of earth,
Covered by uncaring salty sea,
In sharp jolting Agony,
Left then right.
Gigatons of power
Black grey, then blue,
With each agonizing, jolting twist, and jolt,
A new wave is born.
I am born, you are born we are born.
Small waves on a giant sea,
A sea already pre-oocupied,
with winds, currents,
The pull of the moon,
Just small waves,
on a huge sea.
Teacher of Psychology
on a US Navy ship in 1981
watches on a gray, top-heavy-with-radar-and-weapons
US Navy Destroyer,
As sailors in small boats
the lives of
Vietnamese boat people.
Dan is proud of his country,
Proud of the sailors compassion.
He is focusing alternately on the drama,
and sun shining on the water,
He does not see newborn small waves
Passing under the ship.
Each wave is small,
On the giant deep sea.
on a deep, deep sea,
Me, you, we,
Small on a giant sea.
part of something much much deeper,
Than we and me.
Shore now is in sight
Had eyes to see.
Small waves with great power on a deep sea,
Into rising waves
6 feet high,
Without ears to hear,
towards the shore,
One after another.
Waves crest into a large
Strong wind caresses
And blows foam and
Droplets into the shape of a powerful horse’s mane
That we can imagine
but that has no Context
to the rising POWERFUL wave.
Top heavy and leaning
Over shallower and shallower waters
The still rising
Reaching farther than any waves before,
Sweeping everything before it,
The wave thins and stretches past trees and house
And screaming, then silent, people.
Then it stops,
For a moment touching land
not previously felt by sea,
By Dan Windisch