Robins chirping
in the trees
me yawning
in my slippers
worms burrowing
deeper into the
dew-softened soil
lest they fall prey
to the early bird
Weekly Photo Challenge: Early Bird
Robins chirping
in the trees
me yawning
in my slippers
worms burrowing
deeper into the
dew-softened soil
lest they fall prey
to the early bird
Weekly Photo Challenge: Early Bird
Tall vertical stones with their leaning rock consorts float within a sea of white sand and gravel raked to perfection into rippling waves in a contrastingly calm, even plane. This little garden, an oasis of zen energy, unassuming and nonsanctimonious, helps keep me afloat when I find myself tossed by waves of undisciplined thought, reminding me that I - like the garden - am an amalgam, not of sand and gravel and rock, but of body, mind and spirit; and that I, too, am perfectly patterned for my own even plane of unassuming and nonsanctimonious existence.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Afloat
It would appear that –
in this moment –
mindfulness is a prominent focus.
Stop and smell the roses…
live life in the now…
But sometimes
maybe it’s okay to
release the brakes, and
let life come at you
in a glorious full-tilt blur.
Mindfully, of course.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Blur
Fleeting seasons turn into fleeting years.
The secret to longevity and contentment
is to make the most of each fleeting moment.
Weekly photo challenge: Ephemeral

Weekly Photo Challenge: Fresh
When I judge you by first impressions,
I miss out on the myriad other facets
that make you so magnificently
who you really are.
Weekly photo challenge: Orange
I did not work to sow the seed, or plant the plant or weed the weed. I did not cause the rain to fall, the sun to shine, the breeze to breeze. And yet there wasn’t any need for me to do such wondrous deeds to bring about this paradise, of brilliant blooms and lavish leaves. Does it seem fair that I should be the recipient of such majesty? I let nature take its course, and my reward grew exponentially.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Reward
Everyone runs through dry spells with creativity.
Most commonly thought of in terms of writing (as in writer’s block), flagging inspiration can happen with any art form. When it happens to me, my inclination is to think, “My God, I’ve lost it. I’ll never come up with an original thought again.” I’ve learned, however, to be patient with it, and instead of chasing after the muse, I let her come to me. And she always does… albeit on her own time schedule.
Some ways I’ve found to jump start creativity:
Try your hand at something new. If you are a painter, try writing a poem. Or go on a photo hike and take shots of anything that interests you. If you are a writer, grab a sketch pad and head out to a community park. Draw quick sketches of whatever you see. If you excel in all the arts, go learn to drive a tractor. Whatever you choose to do, don’t focus on the end result being a masterpiece. That’s not the point. The point is to get a different perspective on what you see and think about.
Get a change of scenery. If you live in the city, take a trip to the country or a forest, or the beach. Fresh air inspires fresh ideas. If you spend most of your time in a rural setting, try tapping into the chaotic energy of a nearby city. Don’t have an agenda, just take in the sights and sounds and ambiance.
Exercise. I’m not much of an athlete, but movement of any kind helps get my brain synapses firing a little better. So dance with your cat. Mow the lawn (my personal favorite). Jog or go to the gym if you absolutely have to. Zumba, anyone?
There are tons of ways to get your creative mojo back online. Just be willing to try something new and different from your usual routine, be willing to let go of expectations for specific outcomes, and be patient. Eventually your muse will come out to play, and it will have been worth the wait.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Rule of Thirds
To some extent, I try to avoid exact symmetry in my stained glass panel designs. The biggest reason is that I’m not very good at being exact about anything. So chances are that – even if I try – the left side will not mirror the right.
So instead, I have fun coming up with designs that I like to call “Symmetrical… But Not Really.” Like the koi in these photos. A fish eye on the left, a fish eye on the right. A fin on the left, a fin on the right. The orange koi even goes so far as to sport matching wing tips – er, fin tips.
The other chap, while having the symmetry of matching anatomical bits and pieces, shook things up a bit when it came to body art. A splotch of orange here, two splotches there… maybe not as soothing and peaceful to look at as his pond mate, but interesting and worthy of contemplation in his own right. *
An example of my SBNR technique can be seen in the geometric design of the panel below. The nine white-looking pieces (they are actually clear glass; photography’s not my strong suit) are from a pre-cut bevel cluster, meant to be assembled into a symmetrical pattern. But they are incorporated into a larger design that – while still pulling everything together in a balanced scheme – is not a match of left and right. To me, it gives the panel more vibrancy and greater interest.
And, of course, it helps avoid that whole exactness deficiency of mine.
I figure if it’s good enough for Mother Nature and her koi chaps, then it’s good enough for me.
* The assumption of male gender of the koi is based strictly on my desire to use the term “chap.” I do not have the wherewithal to determine fish gender based on an aerial view. Nor am I particularly interested in acquiring that skill set. Sorry, I have to draw the line somewhere.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Symmetry
Stained glass is not a medium that lends itself easily to realism. I mean, I can make a panel that depicts something specific – a rose, for example – but even if I attempt to make it look realistic, you aren’t likely to view it and be led to believe that you are seeing an actual rose.
Even from a distance. In the dark. With one eye closed.
I really like that, because it lets me off the hook. I don’t feel compelled to portray images in perfect proportion or according to scale. Which is good, because I don’t think I could do it if I tried.
A lot of artistic people are blessed with multiple creative talents. They can paint and draw and sculpt, or whatever. Their artistic abilities just splash all over the place, like an overfilled cup of coffee. Me, not so much.
I can design a stained glass panel to my liking, but if you ask me to make a drawing of the same subject, the outcome would be pretty dismal. That’s why God invented abstract art… for people like me. And Picasso.
The only time I attempted realism in a panel was with a commissioned piece for a church. The window had to “match” or compliment the already existing windows in the structure, which were of a realistic nature.
And so I took on Jesus. Of course, we don’t really know what Jesus looked like, so I pretty much took my cue from the drawings I’d seen throughout my stint in Sunday school. And in those pictures, Jesus is a pretty proportionate fellow.
I will never be satisfied with the results (which you can see pictured here). Does it look like his left forearm is raised higher than the right (hint: it’s supposed to), or does it look like his left arm is shorter than the right (hint: that would be bad)? There are other areas that do not seem made to scale (depending on how you interpret body placement), but I’ll give myself (and Jesus) a break and not pick him totally apart.
So here’s my life analogy: things don’t always have to be according to scale. People talk about wanting to live “balanced” lives, and that’s great. But sometimes it’s okay to let one arm hang a little lower than the other.
Yeah, well, analogies aren’t my strong suit, either.
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Scale