Posts Tagged ‘water’

I see that by missing last week, I missed my chance to somehow employ a favorite quote:  “Danger, Will Robinson.  Danger.”  Drat.  Ah, well, we had a good time in Philadelphia despite the less than stellar weather and thankfully no danger there or on the road, other than the danger of a mental blowout when the traffic in Indiana was constantly slowed by construction or other issues.  🙂

This week, the challenge theme is “Reflecting.”  This is one of my favorite shots because it’s both a shot of reflections and a place where I was peacefully reflecting while in San Francisco some years ago.

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Be like water

Posted: December 1, 2015 in Quotes
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Nature” is the theme for every first Monday in the Phoneography Challenge. I’ve been getting out into nature at every possible chance now that the weather is good. Friday, I took to the side trails in the park, to explore the places I’m always glancing at while exercise walking. I ended up by the river and found these lovely reflections, symbolic of the reflections going on in my mind while walking, relaxing, and renewing. Do you have a preference?



Water is necessary for life.  Water can be relaxing and refreshing.  Water can be annoying (as in a drip) or devastating when it gets in where it shouldn’t.  Water can hold life in it or destroy life.  Water can grant life to living things.  Lack of water can stunt growth or kill plants, animals or humans.  Water can be beautiful or terrible.  But we must all have it.

As I’ve mentioned in previous posts about our time in Wyoming this year, there’s been plenty of water…in the form of winter snow, without which life here suffers, and in rain.  Consequently the grass is green and the flowers abundant and when we ride on certain trails, the sound of water is a thing of joy, whether in the chuckling and burbling of a stream or the louder music of river over rocks.

One of our favorite rides is through cow camp, where 21st century cowboys use old methods of herding cattle.  Cow camp is at the bottom of a very long, steep road and filled with things the seem specifically made to produce fear in a horse–tents, doors that might swing open, a chuck wagon, a fire pit; all sorts of “things.”  But starting at cow camp and running for some distance along the trail is Little Goose River, this year swelled by the abundant snow and rain.  We don’t take many photos there because in many places there’s not much room to dismount or mount again.  But we pause now and then to take what pictures we’re able to get on horseback while reveling in the sound of the water tumbling over rocks and laughing as it goes.


Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
~Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories


  AbstractOf art : expressing ideas and emotions by using elements such as colors and lines without attempting to create a realistic picture.  A second definition says:  Expressing a quality apart from an object.  

Toward the end of the week, the sun finally came out long enough for a trip to downtown Naperville that included a bit of photography.  Naperville has  a lovely river walk so, after an obligatory stop at the library (an obligation of love, I hasten to add), I stashed my bag of books in the van, zipped jacket my  against the wind and headed out for some iPad fun.

There were still some flowers providing a last fling of color.  I started shooting farther away, fighting the wind, which kept trying to keep the flowers moving so I couldn’t focus on them, but finally in the first photo, ended up deep in the heart of this beauty.  I find the shapes and colors very pleasing and although you can see the heart of the flower, I think it also allows for the wonder of something beautiful, yet not quite defined as a flower.

The second photo is an up-close-and-personal shot of a fountain not far from the flower.  Seen from a bit farther away, the water mimics a dandelion, but nearby, it takes on an abstract form, showing the “stems”, the water and the wavering reflection of fall leaves.  Both shots are unedited except for enlarging and cropping.

While we generally want clarity in our lives, there are times when the abstract can bring peace and allow for a sense of wonder and imagination.  Enjoy those moments and allow yourself time to dream.

On the fourth Monday, the challenge is the photographer’s choice.  Click to venture to Lens and Pens by Sally, home of our gracious hostess and where you can find links to all the other amazing entries.  If you take photos with an phone or iPad, feel free to join in.  You can find all the information there, too.



Before I get to the photos of Thursday’s flooding, the answer to the question of “What in the heck is that bubbly stuff?” in yesterday’s post is…..(drum roll, please)….partially mixed batter, with almond milk coming around the edges.  Anne’s daughter and Scott were the closest.  Congratulations!!
If I’d posted this picture, it would have been easier to guess, but not as much fun.

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Now on to the flooding. On Thursday, torrential rain drenched the Chicago area, including Naperville which, with a river running through it, has suffered from the 6″ of rain.

Here are some pictures of downtown Naperville. (more…)

Two haiku

Posted: November 18, 2012 in Nature, Poetry
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If you were asked where in the world you’d like to go to fulfill your life’s dream, would Darfur be your choice? Probably not.  In fact, Darfu would probably be near, if not at, the end of your list.  But it was the choice of Doc Hendley:  pastor’s kid, Harley-lover, hard drinker and bartender. (more…)