Ailsa’s theme this week is Relaxing. I have many ways I like to relax but I don’t have many photographs of such behavior.
Oddly? Luckily? Psychically? I happened to take a photograph today that is 100% on task. One thing I like to do to relax is look at pictures and look at people looking at pictures. Nailed it.
As always here are a few other viewpoints.
Ask the river, where it comes from? You will get no answer. Ask the river, where is it going? You will get no answer, because the river lives inside this very moment; neither in the past nor in the future, in this very moment only!”
Perhaps you have noticed that i have been posting pictures from the archives. That is simply because I have been living in the digital environment (as someone or other puts it) for the last two weeks. I am trying to finalize this first part of my present journey with The Hudson, seeing what I really have seen and seeing what I need to seek out going forward. It is a very strange thing t look back on three years of photographs. I forgot some that I really love and have fallen out of love with some I adored. Not the model’s fault! Just the wandering eye of the picture maker.
Here are a few pictures of the river that are particularly charming me at the moment.
and my current favorite.
Decided to play a bit with some of the presets in Lightroom. Love to hear what anyone thinks.
All opinions requested.
The interpretation of our reality through patterns not our own, serves only to make us ever more unknown, ever less free, even more solitary.
I went for a pre-sunset walk yesterday. Everywhere I looked I saw patterns: discreet, individual patterns. It was actually quite strange as this is not the way I usually “see”.
When you look at that nature world it becomes an icon, it becomes a holy picture that speaks of the origins of the world. Almost every mythology sees the origins of life coming out of water. And, curiously, that’s true. It’s amusing that the origin of life out of water is in myths and then again, finally, in science, we find the same thing. It’s exactly so. – Joseph Campbell
Water and air, the two essential fluids on which all life depends, have become global garbage cans. – Jacques Cousteau
All day I face the barren waste/ Without a taste of water/ Cool water/ Old Dan and I/ Our throats slate dry/ Our spirits cry out for water/ Cool clear water/ Keep on movin’ Dan/ Some devils had a plan/ Buried poison in the sand/ Don’t drink it man/ It’s in the water/ Cool clear water/ In my mind/ I see A big green tree/ And a river flowin’ free/ Waitin’ up ahead/ For you and me/ Cool clear water – Bob Nolan/Revised by Joni Mitchell
I went to St John The Divine today, I wanted to see their exhibit The Value of Water – (website) before it closes on 3/25/12. If you are in the NYC Metro area, I strongly recommend a visit.
I started out thinking of America as highways and state lines. As I got to know it better, I began to think of it as rivers. Most of what I love about the country is a gift of the rivers. . . . America is a great story, and there is a river on every page of it. —
It was a gray and rainy day yesterday, the sky was gray the water was gray, my mood was grey, a good day to have company on the river. Luckily these gray creatures were kind enough to escort me for most of my time…
Call it a lagniappe – call it the author’s self-indulgence…Since it is the season, for the next few days the Quotidian Hudson will also contain a selection of my favorite Holiday songs (those that are on video which leaves some of my most favorite out.) Unfortunately, the closest I can find for a Hudson River Holiday song is Jennifer Hudson’s Christmas album and that won’t do…If you know of any, please leave me a note!
After 350 days of the Quotidian Hudson, I am finally finding myself fascinated by water. For the most part I have photographed the outer pieces of the river: the banks; the trees and grasses, shrubs and flowers; the art in and around it; the people on and beside it; the structures; the hills; and especially the sky above it; all of which are needed to make a river. I have spent very little time documenting its main part, the water. Suddenly, as the year winds down, I am finding myself fascinated by it.
Don’t worry, I doubt this means 16 straight days of water but there will be a lot of focus on it. The river/estuary is so different, depending on the tides, the wind, the clouds, the sun and my mood. The different colors of the water could be a study of years…
This is my 365th post of 2011. 15 days early. That means that 15 times in 2011 an event happened in my life or, more likely in the world, that caused a second off-Hudson, post in a day. I know the year has been more adventurous than that, but for good or bad, I have tried to keep my focus pretty well fixed.
After he joined the ranks of the RIFed he had no idea of what to do except look for another job. If that was all he did, he knew he would go quite mad even with the consulting work.
He cast about for various things and then finally decided to commit to going to the same place every day for one year, unless there was a reasonable excuse not to, such as being in another country, and no matter what to publish a picture and a blog post everyday. He started on February 1st by posting all 31 days of January – an orgy of self expression – and damned if he did not stick to his pledge.
Some days the pictures he shot were very uninspired and pedestrian and some days he dared to think they were excellent – most days landed somewhere in between. What did become very clear was that by the simple performance of this daily routine his photography skills were improving and he was virtually “meeting” people from all over the world (while perhaps neglecting some friends closer by).
So, now it is November 28th, 33 days to go until the completion of the work (for work it is) and I find myself resisting. I don’t want to go to the river. I don’t want to post. I want to stop.
I can give all sorts of reasons for this. Good, solid seeming, reasons. But…
This is idiotic. This is me sabotaging me. I know how I will feel if I don’t finish this meditation. I am like the marathoner who has gone 24 miles and has hit the wall.
Yup, things are tough around here at the moment. We are all tired of pushing this damned rock up this freaking – why am I bowdlerizing myself? – up this fucking hill but there is a light at the end of the tunnel (Mixing metaphors – he must be serious).
I can see the summit and I know that on the other side is another hill but it will be a different hill and perhaps one that is easier to climb and with smaller rocks to push.
As Samuel Beckett said: “Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”