A retreat from life…

“I must create silence, emptiness, in me to stop the tumult.” Marie Bronsard, The Hermitage

Lavender…

the lavender scent
inhale deeply and sigh
pleasant purple days

(or is it haze?)

Desert scape

But for an old wagon wheel and some terracotta tiles, the desert waits….

What if you are the hub………

Give…Lead…Lift…Serve…Support…Endure. It’s you, your destiny.

 

The Hub

You won’t find many quotes, sayings or poems about a hub. No witty metaphors, no rhyming of words to show adoration of the center of things, the hub. Without the hub we are at a standstill. There how about that one. “Without the hub, we are at a standstill.” SwittersB              

For something so essential, there’s little written praising the hub. The word itself does not foster pleasant thoughts I s’pose. Ok, walk if you must. But it has its limitations in the end. Praise to the hub.

Age & Heart

“Life’s tragedy is that we get old too soon and wise too late.” Ben Franklin

“Age shows what children we do remain.”  Goethe

“Those who love deeply never grow old; they may die of old age, but they die young.” Ben again

Hermitage in the Desert

“…the artist’s desert hermitage was a small adobe house at the end of a long dusty road.”  Dictionary Def.

My wife and I were fortunate to visit a ‘hermitage’. The peaceful house was built by a man that sought solitude at the end of that ‘long dusty road’. Many of us wish for such a place, at least to visit and soak up the quiet, the vistas, the peace.

“most of my wandering in the desert i’ve done alone. not so much from choice as from necessity – i generally prefer to go into places where no one else wants to go. i find that in contemplating the natural world my pleasure is greater if there are not too many others contemplating it with me, at the same time.” Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire

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Out of respect for the folks that visit the ‘hermitage’ now, I won’t display images of the retreat at the end of a long dusty road. Suffice to say, even a short visit is good for the soul. 

Rock Me Mama…………

Original Lyrics by Old Crow Medicine Show

Springtime Macro: The Back Yard

The trees are leaving (or is it leafing?) out. The blossoms are blowing about. The ferns are unfolding. Moss invades the lawn and adorns the moist spots. With the sun shining and warmth bathing the emerging green, the yard seems to almost twitch to life before me. I snapped some hand held macro images.

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“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.”  Margaret Atwood

“Spring is the time of plans and projects.”  Leo Tolstoy

“It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want – oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!”   Mark Twain

Old West Photography by Timothy O’Sullivan

Some beautiful Old West photography by Timothy O’Sullivan