Archive for June 14th, 2014


Aches & Pains in the Bamboo Grove

Humorous to be at gathering with folks in their 50’s and 60’s. It seemed to be a long list of maladies most of us possessed (they only offered up the physical ones, mental health issues weren’t broached but were exhibited in certain instances). One ache and pain after another was brought forth. The prevalent one tonight was arthritis with the colder, damp temps bringing out swelling and aches. As I sat and listened, my eye took in a grove of bamboo close by. Some stood tall and straight. Several had bends and warps to the structure. I imagined those, to include myself, complaining about bad backs to the members of that bamboo grove.




“Parents wonder why the streams are bitter, when they themselves have poisoned the fountain.” John Locke

“Few people know so clearly what they want. Few people can even know what to wish for when they throw a coin into a fountain.”  Barbara Kingsolver

fountain head--photography-SwittersB


Yard Art: The Trout & The Rabbit

This yard art paver always has a prominent place in my garden. It reminds me of my most favorite past time, fly fishing, as well as it shows the dragon flies…my odd superstitious image.

mosaic-Trout-Rabbit-Dragon Fly-Photography-SwittersB


Imagination Disconnected……….

How and when did my imagination get unplugged, locked away? Oh, I understand the elementary explanations of the transition from child to adult, from carefree to inundated/saturated/inculcated. But, really no residual moments for fanciful imagination? Do you remember playing with cars, planes, guns, dolls, rigged up costumes, baubles and cast offs and being able to create vast imaginary settings all day long?

The other day my four year old grandson wanted me to play with him. This entailed the yard, hiding places, my body and my imagination. And, as children with imagination do, he started instructing me how to play the game, where to stand and how to make believe. He coached me on approaching a certain spot in the yard and crouching down, to avoid the ‘monster’. My mind faltered.

All this was in his imagination and to him was easily transferable to me. I remember a group of kids quickly relaying instructions to play an imaginary game and within moments everyone was flitting about in some imaginary world seemingly in synch. Such a sad thing to lose, but inventors or writers or visionaries must have some form of imagination? Alas, this man doesn’t have much anymore. When one says “left to your imagination” I’m one that needs the tangible…in my hands, before my eye type. What a shame that life’s routines, bumps, falls, crashes, fears have combined to compartmentalize the mind and somehow hidden imagination….at least for me. Playing with grandchildren is demanding upon the mind, exhausting. Why is that? Perhaps because they are knocking on a door that has been padlocked for awhile. Now where did I put that key?

big clouds-photography-SwittersBDo you remember laying on the lawn, looking up toward big, puffy clouds and ‘seeing’ creatures in the clouds? Now, when I look at big clouds I am struck by senses or feelings and less so imagined thoughts.


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