Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Senior Tower Climb


"If growing up means
It would be
Beneath my dignity to climb a tree,
I'll never grow up,
never grow up,
never grow up
Not me!"
-Peter Pan

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

photography

Even though poetry seems to have emerged as my preferred expressive method, my mom's blog constantly reminds me of the poetic power images can have. So, today I have decided to post a selection of the photographs I took over the weekend.




















This summer I will work as a gopher ("You go for this, and go for that.") at Mo Ranch Presbyterian Conference Center. I grew up going to camps here and loved every minute.





















When I'm taking pictures of nature (as opposed to my crazy friends) I like to play around with the sunlight. Also, Mom introduced me to the Japanese boka (boca? bokka?) method of focusing on the foreground, which I find a fun experiment.









Some shots work better than others, but it's fun to play around with the technique. As you can see, I love the yucca. They're such a strange mix between sharp lines and the succulent blossoms. Couldn't get close enough to sample their scent (those needle tips are sharp!), but I bet they smell rich.


Also, the Mo Ranch grounds keepers very kindly rolled out their blue bonnets for my viewing pleasure.


















Welcome home.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

rough draft, random thoughts, good day

When I wear my rain boots, the stiff plastic sides hold my ankles steadier than usual.
Instead of tripping and skipping over the ground, I stride.
Feeling the earth's physical force pushing back at the soles of my shoes
perhaps my brain feels the earth's physical force pushing back at my soul.
I think about the earth and she is a beautiful goddess again,
forever holding her love for the sky at arms reach for fear of exhaustion.

Some days my being must bear the strain of walls made from thickest bone.
On the best days my chains dissolve and I see how small and insignificant I am
next to and inside of the great I Am.
On those days I belong to the world around me and out from this knowledge
I stride, powerful goddess.
Connected to everything, shaping the world around me with the falling of my feet
on ways that I do not choose, but rather choose me.

I'm striding on the ground.
I'm looking at the sky.
I'm breathing in microscopic pieces of everything around me
and my body knows and names all the life that we encounter.
I am the descendant of that creator deity.
Behold, the manner of this love!
Names hold power and we are called
descended from this magic, this power,
Be loved.