Here are some shots from my walk to the back of our property. The flowers and trees are glorious this time of year, but as is obvious from some of these pictures the church clean-up crew did not seem to notice. They wanted to trim the foliage along the highway fence so traffic could see their church. We refused them access from our side of the fence, but the highway side was pretty well vulnerable to attack…the fence cut and some kind of heavy destruction equipment used to “trim” the trees. Reminds me for all the world of a small scale Mt. St. Helens after the volcano.
Nature keeps busy all right, ever creating whimsical and intriguing things.
(all photos ©Sometimes, 2018.)
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This morning, while bringing into the kitchen the water dish from the cat shelter, I was struck by the simple raw beauty found in the simplest thing—a chunk of ice that had formed overnight in a metal pan—to create a frozen world in which was contained weird and lovely images and effects.
The inherent bubbles and foreign bodies, the shadows and reflections present glorious effects worthy of the delight of even the most mundane imagination.
One of my favorite poets, Paul F. Lenzi, of poesypluspolemics blog, included the Reblog button with his fascinating and most inspiring works of sheer genius of words…no need to ask me twice. 🙂 The Hubble Telescope shot is also breathtaking. Thanks Paul.
“Pillars of Creation” – Photo by Hubble Telescope
Secrets of creation hide deep in conflation
Of science with faith, of corpus with wraith,
Discrete bits of essence, immune from senescence,
That mark each warm creature, or cold lifeless feature,
Of all the known world, plus those unknown, thus hurled
Through vastness of space, push-pulled in their chase
By grave forces, unseen, save by eyes utmost keen
As detectors of naught, who find nothingness caught
By the physics of sleight, in mathematical light,
Racing outward, away from a focal array,
From a radiant heart that outburst apart
With the first stroke of time, Divine in its prime.
Before that release, all was soundless still peace,
When all matter, all dust, was consigned to the trust
Of that heart, then mere speck, the one salient check
Against stark eternity, charged with modernity,
Then, slowly it swelled, its inertia unquelled,
Now a tumescent…
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This stand of Goldenrod has sort of evolved within a mowed field. Another frowned-upon weed that brightens the approach of Fall in Ohio.
This blog just came to my attention this morning, and its my favorite blog today. Thanks SO much for the re-blog Ellie Haretuko…and for following my blog.
I recently read a study conducted in 1952. Reliability and the actual occurrence of the study even taking place was called into question, that it may just be a myth. Regardless the study enthralled me and mythical or not I enjoyed it. Here’s the gist of it.
Scientists were providing monkeys with sweet potatoes dropping them in the sand for the monkeys to collect. The monkeys loved the potatoes but hated the sand. One of the monkeys realised that she could rectify the problem by washing the sand off in the nearby stream, she taught the other monkeys. Through imitation they were able to learn. Now this in itself isn’t an anomaly, these creatures are intelligent and able to learn. What was surprising was that colonies of monkeys on other islands began doing the exact same thing without any ability to imitate through observation, as they were on neighbouring islands…
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Here are some pictures that just tugged at me to create while walking through my entry. They are twelve-inch natural stone tiles. I never noticed the (featured photo) before, but once the face popped out at me…at least three faces in fact…I knew they were perfect for Cee’s Odd Ball Photo challenge. The eye just seems to adjust for the scene.
These shots remind me of mountain and desert terrain, the color scheme of the Southwest. What wonders do YOU see here, boys and girls? I’d love to hear….
(all photos © Sometimes, 2017)
On the night of the brightest moon,
crickets singing their autumn tune
high clouds hug the familiar orb
all nature reaches to absorb
knowing Winter is coming soon.
© Sometimes, 2016
rain falls silently
from an oak
© Yosa Buson
colored leaves dive into
the city park pond
the grace and stillness
without a “plop”
© Sometimes, 2016