Contemplative Photographer
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Contemplative artist, poet, photographer, playwright, news announcer… happy to be here.
Christmas blessings to all!
December 25, 2025 at 2:59 PM
Christmas blessings to all!
Like the objects in this mirror,
Christmas is closer than it appears,
And are we ever ready
For the shift in consciousness
That birth was meant to bring;
To truly love one another
as ourselves?
Christmas is closer than it appears,
And are we ever ready
For the shift in consciousness
That birth was meant to bring;
To truly love one another
as ourselves?
December 24, 2025 at 2:30 PM
Like the objects in this mirror,
Christmas is closer than it appears,
And are we ever ready
For the shift in consciousness
That birth was meant to bring;
To truly love one another
as ourselves?
Christmas is closer than it appears,
And are we ever ready
For the shift in consciousness
That birth was meant to bring;
To truly love one another
as ourselves?
Whatever your plans for the holidays,
Whether you’re flying
or traveling by boat,
Car or train, or staying home,
I wish you warmth, comfort,
and the special joy
Of family and good friends.
Whether you’re flying
or traveling by boat,
Car or train, or staying home,
I wish you warmth, comfort,
and the special joy
Of family and good friends.
December 23, 2025 at 4:22 PM
Whatever your plans for the holidays,
Whether you’re flying
or traveling by boat,
Car or train, or staying home,
I wish you warmth, comfort,
and the special joy
Of family and good friends.
Whether you’re flying
or traveling by boat,
Car or train, or staying home,
I wish you warmth, comfort,
and the special joy
Of family and good friends.
A lighthouse without a light,
However beautiful,
Is just an empty shell
And has lost its purpose.
Each of us has been born
With an inner light as well:
May it never be extinguished,
But continue to light the way
For ourselves and others.
However beautiful,
Is just an empty shell
And has lost its purpose.
Each of us has been born
With an inner light as well:
May it never be extinguished,
But continue to light the way
For ourselves and others.
December 22, 2025 at 1:39 PM
A lighthouse without a light,
However beautiful,
Is just an empty shell
And has lost its purpose.
Each of us has been born
With an inner light as well:
May it never be extinguished,
But continue to light the way
For ourselves and others.
However beautiful,
Is just an empty shell
And has lost its purpose.
Each of us has been born
With an inner light as well:
May it never be extinguished,
But continue to light the way
For ourselves and others.
May the light of our integrity
Be so strong that it’s still visible
When darkened by the clouds of injustice,
And in time will prove so powerful
The clouds will melt away.
Be so strong that it’s still visible
When darkened by the clouds of injustice,
And in time will prove so powerful
The clouds will melt away.
December 21, 2025 at 4:01 PM
May the light of our integrity
Be so strong that it’s still visible
When darkened by the clouds of injustice,
And in time will prove so powerful
The clouds will melt away.
Be so strong that it’s still visible
When darkened by the clouds of injustice,
And in time will prove so powerful
The clouds will melt away.
Sometimes life’s a mystery:
Layers upon layers
Of reflections and incidents
That may or may not add up
To anything recognizable
Or even understandable,
Yet still we persist in hoping
There’s some kind of rhyme or reason
And that everything will turn out
for the best.
Layers upon layers
Of reflections and incidents
That may or may not add up
To anything recognizable
Or even understandable,
Yet still we persist in hoping
There’s some kind of rhyme or reason
And that everything will turn out
for the best.
December 20, 2025 at 5:00 PM
Sometimes life’s a mystery:
Layers upon layers
Of reflections and incidents
That may or may not add up
To anything recognizable
Or even understandable,
Yet still we persist in hoping
There’s some kind of rhyme or reason
And that everything will turn out
for the best.
Layers upon layers
Of reflections and incidents
That may or may not add up
To anything recognizable
Or even understandable,
Yet still we persist in hoping
There’s some kind of rhyme or reason
And that everything will turn out
for the best.
Sunrise after a storm:
Just what we all need,
To reassure ourselves
That things will get better,
That life will go on
After all the devastation is past.
Just what we all need,
To reassure ourselves
That things will get better,
That life will go on
After all the devastation is past.
December 19, 2025 at 4:09 PM
Sunrise after a storm:
Just what we all need,
To reassure ourselves
That things will get better,
That life will go on
After all the devastation is past.
Just what we all need,
To reassure ourselves
That things will get better,
That life will go on
After all the devastation is past.
We ripped the weeds
From our garden
And planted so-called
deer-proof plants,
Only to watch the deer chew them
Down to the stalks.
I’m reminded of the words
Of Scottish poet Robert Burns:
“The best laid plans o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley.”
And now I miss the weeds,
Much as I miss past presidents…
From our garden
And planted so-called
deer-proof plants,
Only to watch the deer chew them
Down to the stalks.
I’m reminded of the words
Of Scottish poet Robert Burns:
“The best laid plans o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley.”
And now I miss the weeds,
Much as I miss past presidents…
December 18, 2025 at 3:10 PM
We ripped the weeds
From our garden
And planted so-called
deer-proof plants,
Only to watch the deer chew them
Down to the stalks.
I’m reminded of the words
Of Scottish poet Robert Burns:
“The best laid plans o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley.”
And now I miss the weeds,
Much as I miss past presidents…
From our garden
And planted so-called
deer-proof plants,
Only to watch the deer chew them
Down to the stalks.
I’m reminded of the words
Of Scottish poet Robert Burns:
“The best laid plans o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley.”
And now I miss the weeds,
Much as I miss past presidents…
We used to have a sign that read,
“You can’t control the wind,
But you can adjust your sails.”
I think of this
As the same loud wind
That kept us awake last night
Becomes a recreational opportunity
For someone else this morning.
How, I wonder,
might we adjust our sails
To deal with the coming storm?
“You can’t control the wind,
But you can adjust your sails.”
I think of this
As the same loud wind
That kept us awake last night
Becomes a recreational opportunity
For someone else this morning.
How, I wonder,
might we adjust our sails
To deal with the coming storm?
December 17, 2025 at 5:23 PM
We used to have a sign that read,
“You can’t control the wind,
But you can adjust your sails.”
I think of this
As the same loud wind
That kept us awake last night
Becomes a recreational opportunity
For someone else this morning.
How, I wonder,
might we adjust our sails
To deal with the coming storm?
“You can’t control the wind,
But you can adjust your sails.”
I think of this
As the same loud wind
That kept us awake last night
Becomes a recreational opportunity
For someone else this morning.
How, I wonder,
might we adjust our sails
To deal with the coming storm?
Today I offer flowers
For all who wrestle with losses
Large or small:
There seem to be more right now
Than any of us can count —
Not just of lives and jobs and homes,
But of kindness and generosity,
Of sympathy and empathy.
What can we do to restore belief
And trust in this hurting world?
For all who wrestle with losses
Large or small:
There seem to be more right now
Than any of us can count —
Not just of lives and jobs and homes,
But of kindness and generosity,
Of sympathy and empathy.
What can we do to restore belief
And trust in this hurting world?
December 16, 2025 at 3:53 PM
Today I offer flowers
For all who wrestle with losses
Large or small:
There seem to be more right now
Than any of us can count —
Not just of lives and jobs and homes,
But of kindness and generosity,
Of sympathy and empathy.
What can we do to restore belief
And trust in this hurting world?
For all who wrestle with losses
Large or small:
There seem to be more right now
Than any of us can count —
Not just of lives and jobs and homes,
But of kindness and generosity,
Of sympathy and empathy.
What can we do to restore belief
And trust in this hurting world?
We introverts are shy,
But shy can be interpreted
In lots of different ways:
As timid, or as snobbish;
As uninterested, or unwilling,
Or sometimes just invisible —
Which sometimes is exactly
What we’re hoping for..
But shy can be interpreted
In lots of different ways:
As timid, or as snobbish;
As uninterested, or unwilling,
Or sometimes just invisible —
Which sometimes is exactly
What we’re hoping for..
December 15, 2025 at 4:09 PM
We introverts are shy,
But shy can be interpreted
In lots of different ways:
As timid, or as snobbish;
As uninterested, or unwilling,
Or sometimes just invisible —
Which sometimes is exactly
What we’re hoping for..
But shy can be interpreted
In lots of different ways:
As timid, or as snobbish;
As uninterested, or unwilling,
Or sometimes just invisible —
Which sometimes is exactly
What we’re hoping for..
An ordinary afternoon
In an ordinary, imperfect forest,
Transformed
by late afternoon sunlight
Into an invitation,
into magic and mystery.
This is the transformative
power of light,
And we, too, can be light;
Can choose to illuminate
The beauty in the ordinary.
In an ordinary, imperfect forest,
Transformed
by late afternoon sunlight
Into an invitation,
into magic and mystery.
This is the transformative
power of light,
And we, too, can be light;
Can choose to illuminate
The beauty in the ordinary.
December 14, 2025 at 2:51 PM
An ordinary afternoon
In an ordinary, imperfect forest,
Transformed
by late afternoon sunlight
Into an invitation,
into magic and mystery.
This is the transformative
power of light,
And we, too, can be light;
Can choose to illuminate
The beauty in the ordinary.
In an ordinary, imperfect forest,
Transformed
by late afternoon sunlight
Into an invitation,
into magic and mystery.
This is the transformative
power of light,
And we, too, can be light;
Can choose to illuminate
The beauty in the ordinary.
Prayers flying today
For all who live in Washington
Close to rivers or the sea:
May their homes and their lives
Be safe from the floods.
For all who live in Washington
Close to rivers or the sea:
May their homes and their lives
Be safe from the floods.
December 13, 2025 at 2:48 PM
Prayers flying today
For all who live in Washington
Close to rivers or the sea:
May their homes and their lives
Be safe from the floods.
For all who live in Washington
Close to rivers or the sea:
May their homes and their lives
Be safe from the floods.
Remember that old saying:
“When the going gets tough,
The tough get going”?
These two look like they’re escaping,
But what? And why?
That urge to flee
May not always be your best choice:
It’s always important to ask yourself
What you’re running from,
And what might be improved
If you chose to stay?
“When the going gets tough,
The tough get going”?
These two look like they’re escaping,
But what? And why?
That urge to flee
May not always be your best choice:
It’s always important to ask yourself
What you’re running from,
And what might be improved
If you chose to stay?
December 12, 2025 at 3:16 PM
Remember that old saying:
“When the going gets tough,
The tough get going”?
These two look like they’re escaping,
But what? And why?
That urge to flee
May not always be your best choice:
It’s always important to ask yourself
What you’re running from,
And what might be improved
If you chose to stay?
“When the going gets tough,
The tough get going”?
These two look like they’re escaping,
But what? And why?
That urge to flee
May not always be your best choice:
It’s always important to ask yourself
What you’re running from,
And what might be improved
If you chose to stay?
Whatever your objective,
The path to reach it
May not be that direct.
Don’t be afraid
If life seems to be taking you
Aside, or around the bend:
Look forward to finding
A new perspective
While moving you ever closer
to your goal.
The path to reach it
May not be that direct.
Don’t be afraid
If life seems to be taking you
Aside, or around the bend:
Look forward to finding
A new perspective
While moving you ever closer
to your goal.
December 11, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Whatever your objective,
The path to reach it
May not be that direct.
Don’t be afraid
If life seems to be taking you
Aside, or around the bend:
Look forward to finding
A new perspective
While moving you ever closer
to your goal.
The path to reach it
May not be that direct.
Don’t be afraid
If life seems to be taking you
Aside, or around the bend:
Look forward to finding
A new perspective
While moving you ever closer
to your goal.
When I first discovered photography,
I became obsessed
With photographs of driftwood:
Their curious formations
Looked like metaphors to me.
This morning this one called to me,
And spoke of predators,
Feeding on the entrails of their prey;
Unpleasantly reminiscent
Of the current state of my country…
I became obsessed
With photographs of driftwood:
Their curious formations
Looked like metaphors to me.
This morning this one called to me,
And spoke of predators,
Feeding on the entrails of their prey;
Unpleasantly reminiscent
Of the current state of my country…
December 10, 2025 at 3:55 PM
When I first discovered photography,
I became obsessed
With photographs of driftwood:
Their curious formations
Looked like metaphors to me.
This morning this one called to me,
And spoke of predators,
Feeding on the entrails of their prey;
Unpleasantly reminiscent
Of the current state of my country…
I became obsessed
With photographs of driftwood:
Their curious formations
Looked like metaphors to me.
This morning this one called to me,
And spoke of predators,
Feeding on the entrails of their prey;
Unpleasantly reminiscent
Of the current state of my country…
It was a drive-by sheeping,
And the miracle of it was
That while the grasses and the trees
back behind and before
All dissolved into stripes
With the motion of the car
The sheep remained so clear:
A testament to the power
Of focus and intention.
How can we employ that power
To mitigate world pain?
And the miracle of it was
That while the grasses and the trees
back behind and before
All dissolved into stripes
With the motion of the car
The sheep remained so clear:
A testament to the power
Of focus and intention.
How can we employ that power
To mitigate world pain?
December 9, 2025 at 1:58 PM
It was a drive-by sheeping,
And the miracle of it was
That while the grasses and the trees
back behind and before
All dissolved into stripes
With the motion of the car
The sheep remained so clear:
A testament to the power
Of focus and intention.
How can we employ that power
To mitigate world pain?
And the miracle of it was
That while the grasses and the trees
back behind and before
All dissolved into stripes
With the motion of the car
The sheep remained so clear:
A testament to the power
Of focus and intention.
How can we employ that power
To mitigate world pain?
As evening falls
The colors in the sky ignite,
Reminding us
That when things look their blackest
Light is that much more appreciated,
And that a new dawn
is promised to arrive,
just around the corner.
Trust in that, do not despair,
And let hope guide you
through this night
Into a brighter tomorrow.
The colors in the sky ignite,
Reminding us
That when things look their blackest
Light is that much more appreciated,
And that a new dawn
is promised to arrive,
just around the corner.
Trust in that, do not despair,
And let hope guide you
through this night
Into a brighter tomorrow.
December 8, 2025 at 12:29 PM
As evening falls
The colors in the sky ignite,
Reminding us
That when things look their blackest
Light is that much more appreciated,
And that a new dawn
is promised to arrive,
just around the corner.
Trust in that, do not despair,
And let hope guide you
through this night
Into a brighter tomorrow.
The colors in the sky ignite,
Reminding us
That when things look their blackest
Light is that much more appreciated,
And that a new dawn
is promised to arrive,
just around the corner.
Trust in that, do not despair,
And let hope guide you
through this night
Into a brighter tomorrow.
Whatever path we’re given,
May we choose to stride
with confidence
While always listening
For the promptings of spirit
And the guidance of the heart.
May we choose to stride
with confidence
While always listening
For the promptings of spirit
And the guidance of the heart.
December 7, 2025 at 2:26 PM
Whatever path we’re given,
May we choose to stride
with confidence
While always listening
For the promptings of spirit
And the guidance of the heart.
May we choose to stride
with confidence
While always listening
For the promptings of spirit
And the guidance of the heart.
Arching her back like a ballerina,
She leans into the dying sun
To soak up its last rays
Before the mists of evening
overtake her.
She leans into the dying sun
To soak up its last rays
Before the mists of evening
overtake her.
December 6, 2025 at 3:19 PM
Arching her back like a ballerina,
She leans into the dying sun
To soak up its last rays
Before the mists of evening
overtake her.
She leans into the dying sun
To soak up its last rays
Before the mists of evening
overtake her.
There will be many
Who offer to light the way for you;
Who claim to know
and speak the truth,
But only seek what leads
To their advantage…
Who offer to light the way for you;
Who claim to know
and speak the truth,
But only seek what leads
To their advantage…
December 5, 2025 at 3:23 PM
There will be many
Who offer to light the way for you;
Who claim to know
and speak the truth,
But only seek what leads
To their advantage…
Who offer to light the way for you;
Who claim to know
and speak the truth,
But only seek what leads
To their advantage…
For those who seek the mystery,
Time alone offers a gift;
A chance to feel
the weight of winter clouds,
Yet see the light that lies
just beyond them;
A chance to learn
How small we and our troubles are,and yet
How sharing them
with earth and sky and sea
Can lead us to solutions
beneficial to all.
Time alone offers a gift;
A chance to feel
the weight of winter clouds,
Yet see the light that lies
just beyond them;
A chance to learn
How small we and our troubles are,and yet
How sharing them
with earth and sky and sea
Can lead us to solutions
beneficial to all.
December 4, 2025 at 3:09 PM
For those who seek the mystery,
Time alone offers a gift;
A chance to feel
the weight of winter clouds,
Yet see the light that lies
just beyond them;
A chance to learn
How small we and our troubles are,and yet
How sharing them
with earth and sky and sea
Can lead us to solutions
beneficial to all.
Time alone offers a gift;
A chance to feel
the weight of winter clouds,
Yet see the light that lies
just beyond them;
A chance to learn
How small we and our troubles are,and yet
How sharing them
with earth and sky and sea
Can lead us to solutions
beneficial to all.
Earth, water, sky and forest —
All a pleasing backdrop
To the lives we’re born to live,
And we, a delicate calligraphy,
Tracing our stories over time,
Reflected in the lives around us.
All a pleasing backdrop
To the lives we’re born to live,
And we, a delicate calligraphy,
Tracing our stories over time,
Reflected in the lives around us.
December 3, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Earth, water, sky and forest —
All a pleasing backdrop
To the lives we’re born to live,
And we, a delicate calligraphy,
Tracing our stories over time,
Reflected in the lives around us.
All a pleasing backdrop
To the lives we’re born to live,
And we, a delicate calligraphy,
Tracing our stories over time,
Reflected in the lives around us.
When the world is such
a beautiful place,
Why are you staring
into your phone?
a beautiful place,
Why are you staring
into your phone?
December 2, 2025 at 2:38 PM
When the world is such
a beautiful place,
Why are you staring
into your phone?
a beautiful place,
Why are you staring
into your phone?
If the hurly burly world
feels a bit overwhelming,
Sometimes it’s good
to get above the fray;
To get both a different perspective
And a respite from the madness…
feels a bit overwhelming,
Sometimes it’s good
to get above the fray;
To get both a different perspective
And a respite from the madness…
December 1, 2025 at 2:07 PM
If the hurly burly world
feels a bit overwhelming,
Sometimes it’s good
to get above the fray;
To get both a different perspective
And a respite from the madness…
feels a bit overwhelming,
Sometimes it’s good
to get above the fray;
To get both a different perspective
And a respite from the madness…