Once upon a time, I went to the ocean with a friend
and piece of white fabric
(more of that story here: http://worldriversproject.posterous.com/skagit-river-washington-usa)
and a copy of Jack Kerouac's book, Big Sur. (His poem is at the end of that book.)
Je rêve du fleuve
Jack Kerouac wrote:
"My pure little favorite river of the Northwest by which I'd sit,
with wine,
on sawdust stumps at night,
drinking to the sizzle of the stars
and watching the moving mountain send and pass that snow."
Where the river took me:
http://worldriversproject.posterous.com/skagit-river-washington-usa
And a wet splashy happy thank you to Lee Tracy ( http://leetracy.posterous.com/).>
I'm still trying to figure out how she magically threw me into the river, with her hands folded peacefully holding the utmost of patience, encouragement, and gentleness.
Happy Year of the Water Dragon
dripping drumming
stretching singing
the icicle stage
bent icicle
attached to light
net//fallen signs
We've had a week of snow and I think the Net tear down has been delayed.
I wasn't able to visit the Net in the snow, except in my imagination.
Will there be an auspicious timing of a Net ending/tear down for the Lunar New Year tomorrow?
The views were different.
The crows were all talking about it.
wind imprints
2/13/12 waking dream notes
After visiting with the waning moon and wabi-sabi Net
I walk a little further.
I love the unexpected visit
of 2 hummingbirds
hanging out on one of my favorite trees.
They've become little jeweled
messengers to me.
(1-12-12) waking dream
I'm out on a cold day, walking-the-camera in order to visit The Net again. (For years now, I've loved watching Net&Elements theatre.) I hear it is going to be torn down next week. And this impending finale has me wondering about changing metaphors in the story the Net has been telling me.
I hang out, get in the flow, and click away. But then, after a certain unintended click I accidentally erase all the photos (instead of one) that I've taken in the last couple days. Now I get to experience an enhanced feeling of a special brand of separatioN anxiETy.
One swear word and a deep breath later,
I look up and am dazzled by the lighting and a sunbow appearing.
As I am writing about this now, I laugh at realizing that I didn't take a picture, I was taken - on a journey, taken into a walk-the-camera dream-net, where one thing leads to another, and the wind and light lovingly whisper-- listen and pay attention along the way. (to be continued).
(photos from 1/10/12)
might get taken down this week.
And I am left with the strangest feeling of attachment
for a torn net that plays with the wind and sky.
