Saturday, November 26, 2011
as I drive by, my head instinctively turns toward the light. I pass this one spot just before the freeway on ramp. Something draws me to look as I cross the bridge. If I blink, I would miss it.
The shimmering steel
polished by the train passing over. Its heavy wheels grind off the rust that forms so easily when things are not taken care of. Persistence....
are led onward around the bend, toward the unknown.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
I once heard a discourse on gratitude that delved deeply into everyday items which I feel particularly apropos this season:
Take something simple like a paper napkin.
might not think much of this object; they're literally a dime a dozen. But look again. Imagine what it took to bring this napkin to your table. You probably bought it but someone at the market had to place it on the shelf.
Someone had to drive it
from the where house to the store. Many people designed and built the truck in which in came. Thousands of parts had to be assembled right down to the smallest nut. Those thousand parts had to be designed, and fabricated from materials mined from this earth by hundreds more.
The road on which the truck traveled had to be planned, and built from material which were made by hundreds more.
The napkin itself
is made from paper which was milled by many people. Before it was paper it was a tree, living rooted deep in this earth, soaking up rain and sun. Many people had to harvest that tree and load it onto the truck to to mill. Someone had to plant the tree to start it all off.
All told there are thousands of people involved in that little insignificant napkin you place on your lap at dinner and will throw away.
to all of those people who chose that line of work on that particular day so that you can enjoy your meal tonight.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
In Paris, in the summertime,
the sun doesn't set until almost 10 pm. The light echos through the tall buildings and makes things just glow. Many shops were closing and people were on their way out for another evening. A man makes plans on the phone while another walks past. Both are lit from the setting sun and have that halo effect I do so enjoy.
I like the way his foot was caught
just before landing. The flare from the lens just happen to land there which draws attention to this and gives the shot a feeling of liveliness. His shadow draws me in as well.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Wandering the streets of Paris
at night the mood shifts from the busy aliveness of the day to a more mystical feel. Almost as if the carnival had come to town while we were eating. Gone were the crowds of shoppers of the day and out came the spectators to watch the city transform. Musicians, skaters, performers all out to share the night with passers' by
We came upon this young lady
on our way back to our hotel. Music blaring and her fire dance reminded me of the gypsies of old. She spun her chains with bails of cotton soaked in kerosene to capture the crowds as they passed. Many of us stood to watch as she moved into danger then out again. Flirting with the fire and charming a few coins from the pockets of the crowd.