One more time.
Under the Sturgeon Moon
Other views. Other textures
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!