What is readiness? What is creation? Is it magical? Is it ethereal, mercurial, or winsome? Is it a distant dream, or a discipline? There are as many answers as there are people, I’d guess. To me inspiration is mostly a case of listening though if pressed, I’m not entirely sure what it is I’m listening to! Is it the subconscious, or God, or the sound of wind in the leaves?
I love what Picasso said – “inspiration exists, but it has to find you working.” That’s been my experience too. For me, inspiration sails on the winds of momentum. Creating the space for inspiration – for listening – seems to beckon and seduce it out of hiding.
Perhaps that’s the true nature of inspiration – it is a shy deer in the woods. I like that. Inspiration is shy. To consider that inspiration is so flimsy and flaky that it can never be counted on makes me feel sad and lonely. Instead I like to think that inspiration is an actual living thing, a person, a being, a someone who is just a little shy, someone with whom I must be gentle and inviting.
Yes. That makes me feel better.
I think I’ll have to pin that above my desk for the next time I’m wondering what to shoot or write about!
Came upon this lovely scene after a rain storm, in which half the sky and water was pink, the other half blue. #Seattle #Sunset #Urban #LandscapePhotography
Looming SunsetThis evening brought a beautiful, dramatic storm which rocked my little cottage and brought a stunning sunset. Dark, heavy clouds were pierced by the most elegant, orange clouds over the sea, and seagulls seemed to be thrilled to play in the wild winds. All evening the wind has continued, and the untamed rains, and even a little snow. All this while I look out over the sea. I live in the tiniest little beach cottage, and when the wind blows hard, I wonder just how long before the floor gives way. My little street floods and the dog won’t even go out. I love my little seaside cottage, though it’s a temporary arrangement. A friend had this little cabin available just for a few months until tourist season, so I jumped on it. Every morning we walk on the shore, and once in awhile we get the treat of another wild storm on the sea. I just love it.
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This is what I come home to these days….
I caught this out of the corner of my eye – I’d never seen a shell penetrated by light. The little ripples where it was resting in the sand were just a little magical too.
I wanted to share this moment I found and photographed on the beach at my house, because when we talk about fine art, I remembered this: the finest art is sometimes happening right under our noses, in nature, every single day. The amazing backlight of sunset painted on the back of this shell – shining right through it – stopped me in my tracks. Beautiful nature of our extraordinary world gives to us the opportunity to see the true mastery of light if we only look.
I am back at my little sea cottage and arrived right at sunset to a beautiful orange and pink sky, with the ocean slipping away in the low tide just in front of my door. Now a storm is rolling in, and while I was tucked in with the dog, doing a little work, I heard just outside – what was that?? – an owl on my roof, just above me. Over and over, hoot-hoothoothoot-hooot..
Owl. Ocean. Huge, open expansive sky. Happiness.
What makes you go “ahhh”?
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Tonight I reflect on the life of a friend who prepares to leave this world.
What awaits us? Surely only silence…or more beauty. These things
alone make sense to me.
To this lush, raucous world and its quietude, and to the interior life
of my friend and all living beings….a toast.
L., please stay with us as long as you can.
Yesterday we climbed to Tiger’s Nest Monastery just outside Paro and sheer amazement occurred. Off to a morning at a Bhutanese Festival then straight on to 4 day trek in the Himalayas. 500+ photos so far and no time to post. Too busy living. ;-). More in a week or so. Have a happy life until we meet again!