MYSTERY NOT MASTERY

-Sunrise on the farms last July-E.B.

A person should hear a little music,

read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day

of their life, in order that worldly care may not

obliterate the sense of the beautiful

implanted in the human soul.

Johann Wolfgang Goethe

-Ogden Canyon sunset-E.B.

Feed the well of creativity with sensory experiences--

sight, sound, smell, taste, touch.  These are the

elements of magic, and magic is the

elemental stuff of art.

Think mystery not mastery.

(Julia Cameron--The Artist's Way)

ANOTHER ONE

I needed some time to clear my head 

so I went for a walk this afternoon.  

I was hoping the path around the back of the 

Nature Park had been plowed of snow.

 

It had been.  The city had kindly opened 

the way to one of my favorite places.

 

The snow was littered with tracks.  

There were mouse tracks, bunny tracks, 

bird tracks, squirrel tracks and these odd ones.

I guessed they were beaver tracks 

since they were on the river bank 

and there were also tell-tale chewed up trees.

 I saw another chickadee, and tried again 

to get a good photo of the little busy body.

 Most of the pictures looked like this.

 

It’ll probably be a while before the picnic tables 

will be put to their proper use.

 

Then I saw these tracks.  

Believe me this was no bunny or squirrel.

 

Guess who was using the camp ground today?

I think I’ll just snap a few quick photos 

and move right along. 

No…don’t get up.  I’ll find my way out of here!

TRYING TO BE POSITIVE--Yes, I'm Positive I'm tired of Winter

I like these cold, gray winter days.

Days like this let you savor 

a bad mood.

Bill Watterson

Who would think that those branches

would turn green against blossom,

but we hope it, we know it.

Johan Wolfgang Von Goethe

Winter lies too long in country towns,

hangs on until it's stale and shabby,

old and sullen.

Willa Cather

In the depth of winter I finally learned

that there was in me

an invincible summer.

Albert Camus

There's a certain slant of light,

Winter Afternoons--

That oppresses, like the

Heft of Cathedral Tunes.

Emily Dickinson

Reality continues to ruin my life.

Bill Watterson