Showing posts with label Cairns. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cairns. Show all posts

Sunday, April 23, 2023

Digital Prayer Flag

 

Parker River Wildlife Refuge 

 

"Cairn"

Canon G7x Mark II
Snapseed



May we be victorious over all our fears.
May we be happy without hope.
May we genuinely be of benefit to all sentient beings.

~ Tibetan Buddhist Prayer ~




~




Friday, March 31, 2023

Sangha

 

Parker River Wildlife Refuge 


"Sangha"


Nikon D800
Nikkor 70.0mm-300.00mm Lens
Lightroom
Snapseed




~




Monday, October 17, 2022

Cairn - Sandy Point Reservation

 

 

Cairn - Sandy Point 

 

"Sachem"

Canon G7x Mark II
Snapseed



~

 

 

 

Thursday, September 15, 2022

Stones Upon Stones

 

 

Mother and Child - Parker River Wildlife Refuge


"Mother and Child"
Parker River Wildlife Refuge

Canon G7x Mark II
Lightroom
SnapSeed



Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them.
They move on. They move away.
The moments that used to define them are covered by
moments of their own accomplishments.

It is not until much later, that
children understand;
their stories and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories
of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones,
beneath the water of their lives.
 
~ Paul Coehlo ~
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
~
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Monday, September 12, 2022

Saturday, August 27, 2022

Quite The Opposite

 

Cairn - Pigeon Cove Rockport 

 

So the myth in our society is that people are competitive by nature and that they are individualistic and that they're selfish. The real reality is quite the opposite. We have certain human needs. The only way that you can talk about human nature concretely is by recognizing that there are certain human needs. We have a human need for companionship and for close contact, to be loved, to be attached to, to be accepted, to be seen, to be received for who we are. If those needs are met, we develop into people who are compassionate and cooperative and who have empathy for other people. So . . . the opposite, that we often see in our society, is in fact, a distortion of human nature precisely because so few people have their needs met.
 
~ Gabor Maté ~


 

 

 

~

 

 

 

Friday, July 22, 2022

I got you, kid..

 

Gravity 'n Friction 

 

"Hop on"
Rockport Granite


Canon G7x Mark II

Snapseed



~




Thursday, July 21, 2022

Feel The Strange Notes

 

I Love You THIS Much - pigeon cove 

 

"I Love You THIS Much!"

Stacked Rockport Granite
On Exhibit At Pigeon Cove, Rockport

Nikon D800e
Nikkor 50.0mm 1.4 Lens
Lightroom
Snapseed




It is not skill, knowledge, intellect,
good luck or bad, but choosing
to feel the strange notes
of our wildness,
for there is not nothingness
despite the easy magic
of despair.
 
~ Terrance Keenan ~


(quote via Whiskey River)



~




Wednesday, April 13, 2022

Generosity

 

Kinhin 

 

"Kinhin (walking meditation)"

 

Nikon D7200
Nikkor 10mm-24mm Lens

Lightroom
Snapseed


I am so grateful for these surprises.. 
 
Please, won't you join me in lifting a glass to the generous, anonymous artists who leave evocative, evanescent, art pieces out in the wild for all to enjoy?

This activity is so subversive. It crosscuts the wearying and omnipresent message we all receive every minute of every day - "How could this be monetized?" These pieces are play for play's sake, exploration for exploration's sake and beauty for beauty's sake.



 
~
 
 
 

The Wind Blew His Robes Out Behind Him As He Walked.

 

Kun Sunim 
 
 
 
"Kun Sunim"


Nikon D7200
Nikkor 10mm-24mm Lens

LightRoom
SnapSeed



~



Thursday, January 20, 2022

 

 

Five 

 

"Five"

Canon G7x Mark II
Snapseed



It was in the low 40's with a 10-15mph breeze
yesterday at the refuge. Several
of the parking lots were
jammed with folks
with big glass
hoping for
a shot of
a snowy owl.
I found other, much
less hectic spots to be in,
places where the wind, the sun,
and the sky held sway.
Places where people
leave graceful stone
cairns for others
to enjoy.

Such generosity.


Pregnant 
 
 
"Pregnant"

Canon G7x Mark II
Snapseed
 
 
 
 
~
 
 
 
 
 

Tuesday, September 14, 2021

Pigeon Cove - Rockport MA

 

 

Pigeon Cove Cairn 

 "Cairn"

Granite Blocks, Brick, Gravity, Friction

 

On the rocky edge of Pigeon Cove, below the
high tide mark, people clamber down
over the boulders to make cairns.
These small towers mostly
disappear when the
tide comes in
and
re-emerge
when the tide
slips out again.
They are testaments
to human's drive to create
in the face of impermanence
and precarity.

 

 

~

 

 



Saturday, February 8, 2020

Cold Boulder



Cairn - Halibut Point



If I never meet you in this life,
let me feel the lack.
A glance from your eyes,
then my life will be yours...
First Sergeant  Edward Welch  - The Thin Red Line


There were people that I've wanted to meet but never had the occasion to. This constitutes one kind of loss, one kind of regret.

There were also people in whose presence I found myself over and over again but failed to truly meet because of walls erected by them or me or both of us. This constitutes the greatest loss and regret of all - a cold boulder of sorrow that I carry and find impossible to put down...





~




Saturday, August 3, 2019

Bewildered and empty stumbling



Cairn



N O W  -  “Spiritual path” is the hilarious popular term for those night-blind mesas and flayed hills in which people grope, for decades on end, with the goal of knowing the absolute.   They discover others spread under the stars and encamped here and there by watch fires.  In groups or alone, in the open landscape:  they stop for a sleep, or for several years, and move along without knowing toward what or why.  They leave whatever they find, picking up each stone, carrying it awhile, and dropping it gratefully and without regret, for it is not the absolute, though they cannot say what is.  Their life's fine, impossible goal justifies the term “spiritual.”  Nothing, however, can justify the term “path” for the bewildered and empty stumbling, this blackened vagabondage — except one thing:  They don't quit.  They stick with it.  Year after year they put one foot in front of the other, though they fare nowhere.  Year after year they find themselves still feeling for lumps in the dark.

The planet turns under their steps like a water wheel rolling: constellations shift without anyone's gaining ground. They are presenting themselves to the unseen gaze of emptiness. Why do they want to do this? They hope to learn to be useful.”

~ Annie Dillard ~
“For The Time Being”




~



Sunday, November 18, 2018

Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Nothing is hidden



Cairn


See with your eyes.
Smell with your nose.
Taste with your tongue.
Nothing in the universe is hidden.
What else would you have me say?

~ Zen Master Tenkei ~


~



Sunday, June 24, 2018

Already and Always Everything



Stone

~
"Siddhartha bent down, picked up a stone from the ground, and weighed it in his hand.
"This," he said playing with it, "is a stone, and will, after a certain time, perhaps turn into soil, and will turn from soil into a plant or animal or human being. In the past, I would have said: This stone is just a stone, it is worthless, it belongs to the world of the Maja; but because it might be able to become also a human being and a spirit in the cycle of transformations, therefore I also grant it importance. Thus, I would perhaps have thought in the past. But today I think: this stone is a stone, it is also animal, it is also god, it is also Buddha, I do not venerate and love it because it could turn into this or that, but rather because it is already and always everything-- and it is this very fact, that it is a stone, that it appears to me now and today as a stone, this is why I love it and see worth and purpose in each of its veins and cavities, in the yellow, in the gray, in the hardness, in the sound it makes when I knock at it, in the dryness or wetness of its surface. There are stones which feel like oil or soap, and others like leaves, others like sand, and every one is special and prays the Om in its own way, each one is Brahman, but simultaneously and just as much it is a stone, is oily or juicy, and this is this very fact which I like and regard as wonderful and worthy of worship.
--But let me speak no more of this. The words are not good for the secret meaning, everything always becomes a bit different, as soon as it is put into words, gets distorted a bit, a bit silly--yes, and this is also very good, and I like it a lot, I also very much agree with this, that this what is one man's treasure and wisdom always sounds like foolishness to another person."
~ Hermann Hesse ~ 

Siddhartha


~


Sunday, October 8, 2017