Seagull

Peace, B

Blue Winged Messenger

Peace,

B

Just Another Day With Mother Nature

Communing with nature is always a lesson full of color and mystery.

She is very straight forward in her methods. I spent the extended morning in

the company of a friend in the wetland wilderness north of my home.

We were gifted with the cycle of life and death, and what beautifully

raw gifts they were. I was able to shoot my first Kingfisher.

He is a camera shy bird and doesn't tolerate people in his space.  Thank

you, Kingfisher, for the brief chance to see you in action.

Then we were able to see a Cormorant fishing for his mid-morning snack.

Much to the fish's dismay, he succeeded.

As if this weren't enough, the highlight of the day was the opportunity

allowed us by Mother Nature and this otter who was sleeping on the bank.

We were able to sit in the grass about 15 feet away from her and shoot.

She would occasionally raise a sleepy head and glance in our direction,

then after about 15 minutes she rolled playfully and then dove back

into the water and was gone.

Not to be outdone, the Sandhill Cranes began their mating rituals and flew in 

right in front of our vehicle and began their calling and prancing. The flashing of

the feathers and the calls back and forth were exhilarating. The colors on 

these large birds are incredibly beautiful during mating season.  The mixture 

of browns and grays is something only nature could pull off successfully.

Oh, lest I forget the absolute opposite of the spectrum, there was the

alligator and his duck.  He was a rather large gator also, I stayed in the car.

You never know when they might lose interest in the duck in their mouth and 

find larger prey more inviting.

All in all it was an exciting day in the Viera wetlands and I left as I always do, 

wanting more, much more.  The messages in the outdoor arena are the ones that

remain with me the longest and carry the strongest resonance for me.

I wish I could take you all for a visit.  It has become a sanctuary for my soul, 

a place where I know I can go and drink in the sacredness of life.  I leave filled

with wonder, joy and absolute gratitude that I am tolerated in such a 

holy place.

Peace, B

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Roadway to Heaven

  

     Road to Heaven, BLD, ©2011

The road to Heaven

is paved with stone & sweat

Who walks it?

Internal compass,

magnetic glory

leads one on


– B

Journey Onward

    Stairway to Heaven, ©2011, BLD


Today I travel to a corner in a countryside Honduran church, not far from the Nicaraguan border.  The staging of statuary, artificial flowers, wall art, and color caught my attention.  The absolute poverty of the parish is obvious in the photo, but, as always, is somewhat neutralized by the photographic process.  Hence, I feel no guilt in manipulating my photos to further accent the truths I feel vibrate from the original site.  The hope, the faith and the joy in God just seem to resonate in the atmosphere of this tiny corner of South America.  Like sound waves, they permeate the space of the viewer, attaching quietly to the soul and traveling on with them. Such attachment is good, is welcome, even though its presence may not ever be distinguished from other steps in the journey.


Such small incidents knit together and build yet another block for the foundation of the soul.


Step by step, we are climbing a stairway to Heaven.


Peace, B

Note to Santa

Not For Long A Child, ©2011, BLD

Oh Santa,

do you know where he lives?

– B

Where are you going?

     Oxen Cart, Honduran Series, ©2011 BLD

Smear the surface,

peer through the marks,

a soft & hazy world.

Rough edges, none,

no pinpricks of truth,

to fester.

Gently icing harshness,

simply cannot wash life

off of one's soul.

Must God smear the ether

when gazing down on us?

– B