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Does it have to be one or the other, or could we do both?

4/22/2015

 

Does it have to be one or the other? 

In this case, photographing the stream in the shadows of the setting sun had to be done first, isolated from the trees and distant rocks which were IN the bright golden hues of the setting sun.  

The water is presented as smooth because of a slow shutter speed which accommodated the shadows;  the trees are sharp, because of a fast shutter speed and a bright sun.  Hence two separate photographs were taken.
Once each was completed and developed separately, they were combined.  This is what the eye would do--look at the water then the brightly lit trees, and in between switching back and forth, the eye would get larger or smaller, adjusting to the shadows or the sun. 

This could not be done photographically, as one exposure. 

So I do the same thing the eye does: first I photograph or look at the water, then I make camera adjustments and photograph or look at the bright trees and rocks.  Two exposures are made with two radically different factors taken into account:  the shadowy water, and the bright shaking tree leaves.  And what beauty we see, when both are combined.  Something the eye could not do.

Do you like it?  Do you have questions?  I'd love to hear from you.
John

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4/20/2015

 
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Grape Hyacinths and that One RED Tulip

4/20/2015

 
Grape Hyacinth, called that because the tiny urn shaped spikes of blue look like bunches of grapes.  They love the shadows on the tree above them, and welcome just anybody, like that red tulip. 




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I'll bet they'd love to be on your screen, and provide a touch of beauty to gaze on, between tasks, right after you've checked that last item as "done."  Gaze and take a deep cleansing breath. 

How Tiny is a Tiny Biology?

4/20/2015

 
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Doesn't this look like the leaf is having a thoughtful conversation with the tiny 2 inch high fern?  The fronds on the fern look so much like a newborns fingers.  That's tiny.





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 Now let's look  at what's inside the yellow box.
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These little spores were on a log in Spangler Park in Wooster, Ohio--a fine hiking forest with level hikes and ups and downs plus a delightful stream running, meandering, loitering through the park.. 
There are maps and clear paths.  So fortunately one doesn't have to worry about stomping on these little guys.  They will grow in the summer until they are all red and yellow, and burst with billions of seeds.  Now that's tiny.   And one can't helps but be humbled by the genius of these little guys.

Three Contented Bamboo

4/20/2015

 
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Three contented bamboo living at Pendle Hill Conference Center near Philadelphia, one of 140 species on an arboretum of 125 acres.  Winter hearty, and the favorite food of Panda's.

It had been too many years since I had ...   How would you finish the sentence?

4/20/2015

 
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After decades of staying away from where I felt at home, I returned to Gatlinburg and the Great Smoky Mountains.

In my childhood years those who went to Gatlinburg were hikers.  There was a gas station, a general story, and the Greystone Hotel, built like the grand hotels in the other national parks. 

At breakfast we would order and receive a box lunch, one choice:  turkey sandwich, an apple, a cookie--all homemade.  

Hikers were in the mountains all day, often returning the next day.


































In these years Gatlinburg is teeming with people who come to shop, causing a massive daytime traffic jam. 

So I was out the motel door at 5 am and in the mountains before the traffic lights were turned on in town.


I drove up the Newfound Gap road just as the morning light was appearing.  The road climbs from 2300 feet to 5600 feet by many hair pin turns. 

Each turn opened up a new wonder.


In one such turn a huge cliff of stone appeared in dawn’s first light; red-orange and cyan and purple, with Rhododendron growing out of rock. 

I become small before such a towering cliff of Beauty.  I wonder,  "I couldn't possibly, ever imagine create this feat of Rhodi's growing out of rock." 

It must have taken several human life-times just to start the Rhodi's, let alone the 100 million years for the layers of rock to be thrust up and over others, one centimeter a century or too. 

Sometimes in a retreat I ask,  "Where do you go to become small again, right-sized, with your feet on the ground, rather than flying to the sun like Icarus?  Where do you go to become small and honest?" 

This is one place where I go, and I'm grumpy and irritable until I become small again, and realize again, how short and precious life is, and how powerless I am,
                                                    except for when I can give away what I have, within, freely, or have an hour with someone who can't leave their home, anymore and so are often forgotten.  Where do you go to become small again?

The Beauty of the Earth is best seen in the soft morning light with the stillness and morning dew making everything so saturated with color.   This enormous cliff of color was arresting.


I stopped at a pull off opposite the cliff of Beauty, walked over, and just stood there, transfixed at the wonder of it all. 

Now I remembered the many times I had gotten out of the car with my dad, both of us quietly excited and captivated.  

I had the same little magnifying glass on a leather strap around my neck like him.  We both looked through our magnifying glasses to see Beauty in all her tenderness, resilient in arctic winds, yet so easily harmed by a careless gesture. 


Those days our magnifying glasses were also our mirrors.    The beauty we gazed at was the beauty hidden within.    All this, in silence.

                    

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To the horse Farrier:  How do you approach a skiddish horse?

4/10/2015

 

"I don't make eye contact with the horse, because that is threatening from someone the horse has never worked with before.

Second, I make sure I am relaxed.  I calm myself down and when I am relaxed, then I begin. 

I ignore the horse and pay attention to the foot I'm working on. 

The horse senses that I am relaxed and going about my work, and that's when the horse relaxes and ignores me."

A witness from Randy, a quiet affectionate Farrier in Holmes County Ohio.

When he's done, he uses a shoe nail to post his bill on the door and moves on to the next farm.


Don't we humans know these truths about ourselves as well?



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