Stopping By

The Woods and Words Today. While we continue to wait for official election results. Covid 19 end days. The next turn around the corner.


Female Northern Flicker. Came upon this neglected shot I made a few years ago. I was alerted by a neighbor that the flickers were migrating through the area. Lying on my belly in my small blind (set up overnight on her property), I was able to capture a few shots of these beautiful ground feeders. Thanks Melissa Starbuck. And thanks, David Moynahan.

The Waiting Days

Photo As Poem

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Mikko lag

They breathe mild the high firs
Enclosed in the snow mantle.
Softer and thick that white splendor
He’s got every branch, away.
The White streets get more quiet:
The rooms collected, more intense.
Chime the hours. It comes
Beaten every baby, shaking.
Over the wing, the crash of a ciocco
That in lightning and rockin, ruins.
In pale shine of sequins
The candid day out there increases,
It becomes everlasting, infinite.
—Rainer Maria Rilke

The Dog of Dreams

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Amazing World

For some reason I find this photo deeply unsettling.

I was going to practice the great virtue of patience with a consistent knee-recovery regime. The one that begins with exercise and ends with restorative rests and pain meds where appropriate (always).  I’ve done quite well so far, at least as this has included writing & notes & reading. And then this. I ran across this photo.

I find it deeply unsettling.

Is this a result of the pain medicine? We have to ask. This photo looks like a person in the body of a dog, or perhaps the other way around. What is this? Person or dog? Dog or person? Hallucinogen if it were not for the fact that it can be seen at any time and with coming or going.

It’s just not right. It’s off somehow. And the article said not a word of this phenomena thus making more of the pause for the beyond of bizarre.

Those all-too-human eyes are not piercing or mean, not even intrusive. But they do not belong to that creature with such understanding, knowing. You want an explanation.

It seems I have to do something about this but what? It doesn’t belong here, but where? Another planet? Will it speak?

It’s too unsettling. It cannot possibly be related to bones. (!) Or heeling (stet). I’ll go back to sofa dreams and leave the thinking for others. And even at that, de ja vu has moved in. Of course. A pillow for my head.

 

Visiting La Crosse

BobGood

Posted by Bob Good Studios

Bob titled this “And so it begins.” It strikes me that this photo is so vivid and stark as to make it appear as a painting. You will note St. Joseph Cathedral in the background, right, as a shadow. As if overlooking the whole downtown. And through the years it did indeed overlook the town.

About Concentration, and Quotes

Photographer Alan McFadyen estimates that it took him some 4,200 hours and 720,000 exposures before finally capturing this perfect photo of a kingfisher’s riveting dive.

Wired

Posted by “Wired” Magazine

This is why ’tis said a picture is worth a 1000 words. And about that quote, everyone from Confucius to Napoleon has been credited. Indeed:  Ivan Turgenev wrote (in Fathers and Sons in 1862), “A picture shows me at a glance what it takes dozens of pages of a book to expound.” So, a whole bunch of people said it. But this photo proves it.