THE WAVE PICTURES ARE FANTASTIC. I LOVED THEM. AS FOR MYSTERY, MY FACING DEATH HAS BROUGHT IT CLOSE FOR ME. DARKNESS WITHOUT LIGHT MAY BE EXPERIENCED BY A SILENT PRESENCE. SOMEONE IS IN THE ROOM AND WE FEEL ITS BREATH. A BLACK FLAME, THE SOUND OF SILENCE, WE SEE HIM DARKLY AS HE IS PRESENT. HE TABERNACLES IN OUR HEART. HE IS THE LIGHT OF OUR DARK WORLD. OH GREAT MYSTERY.
Thank you, Keith. I'm so happy your post arrived in my mailbox - just as I was sending a couple of photos I took of the river Dart in Devon last year - to my family in the UK. I sent them in response to reading a beautiful prose poem by a teenaged grandchild, about sitting quietly in nature - a ritual I'm going to follow today, thanks to them.
Right now, I'm relating most strongly to the technical rituals you foreground. I'm learning to play the baroque flute. Playing a B flat in the low register requires one set of holes to be covered. The same note, blown through lips shaped to sound the higher register, requires a different set of holes to be covered. There's nature right there - the physics of air traveling through a tube! But it takes a lot of practice to make the sounds happen automagically so that music can flow, as if by nature. And of course there's a lot of ritual in making the music flow, too!
Thank you for this post. Thanks you for your photographs.
The practical skills are so key. Balancing technical proficiency eventually gives way to more emphasis on the interpretive use of the techniques. I like that word, automagically. Thats the goal!
Enjoyed this segment of thoughts and photography! Im inspired to be more mindful on my walks, observing people, animals and plants. Finally did more conversing with a person I have seen for years on my walk.
THE WAVE PICTURES ARE FANTASTIC. I LOVED THEM. AS FOR MYSTERY, MY FACING DEATH HAS BROUGHT IT CLOSE FOR ME. DARKNESS WITHOUT LIGHT MAY BE EXPERIENCED BY A SILENT PRESENCE. SOMEONE IS IN THE ROOM AND WE FEEL ITS BREATH. A BLACK FLAME, THE SOUND OF SILENCE, WE SEE HIM DARKLY AS HE IS PRESENT. HE TABERNACLES IN OUR HEART. HE IS THE LIGHT OF OUR DARK WORLD. OH GREAT MYSTERY.
Thanks Ron.
I hope we all face our mortality earlier than later. It comes for us all.
Your experience is beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Keith. I'm so happy your post arrived in my mailbox - just as I was sending a couple of photos I took of the river Dart in Devon last year - to my family in the UK. I sent them in response to reading a beautiful prose poem by a teenaged grandchild, about sitting quietly in nature - a ritual I'm going to follow today, thanks to them.
Right now, I'm relating most strongly to the technical rituals you foreground. I'm learning to play the baroque flute. Playing a B flat in the low register requires one set of holes to be covered. The same note, blown through lips shaped to sound the higher register, requires a different set of holes to be covered. There's nature right there - the physics of air traveling through a tube! But it takes a lot of practice to make the sounds happen automagically so that music can flow, as if by nature. And of course there's a lot of ritual in making the music flow, too!
Thank you for this post. Thanks you for your photographs.
Jackie
You are welcome, and thank you!
The practical skills are so key. Balancing technical proficiency eventually gives way to more emphasis on the interpretive use of the techniques. I like that word, automagically. Thats the goal!
Enjoyed this segment of thoughts and photography! Im inspired to be more mindful on my walks, observing people, animals and plants. Finally did more conversing with a person I have seen for years on my walk.