Still Life – Imagist Blog

Lost in the Beauty Full Mysteries of Attraction

How many billions of leaves lay on the forest floor?
I’m attracted to one of them. Why?
I pick it up. Gingerly. It’s dry and fragile. I put it in my pocket.
And hope that it does not turn to dust there.
It joins other found objects brought home to ponder.
Bones, bark, stones… attracted to their hue, texture, form, hidden stories…
Over days, weeks, months, years, I watch them.
They seem to my eyes as songs to my ears.
We change together. I see them differently. As I hear songs differently.
As the light changes, or the point of view changes.
As I change.
Do they continue to attract my attention? Why? Just me? or You too?
Universally attractive?

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Sometimes we find ourselves asking…

“Y” did I weep
while watching the well produced Daisy Jones and The Six,
E5, last evening, when one of the characters said,
“…it was obvious that they made each other better; …until they didn’t”?
“Y” did that line of dialogue strike me so personally?
words on a screen?
triggering such deep heartfelt emotions?
“Y”

image: Memorial Drive, Manitowoc, WI, Leica D-Lux 4

Seed pod still life

or
Still life with seed pods

which ever poem you prefer

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Leica R8/DMR, 60 mm Macro-Elmarit-R

‘Tis the season…

Do you see what I see? /
Do you hear what I hear? /
Do you know what I know? /
A child shivers in the cold. /
See. Hear. Know. /
Warmth. Peace. Everywhere. Always. /

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Leica R8/DMR, 100 mm Apo Macro Elmarit

Just looking…

…and marveling

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Leica M, 50 mm Summilux Asph

iPhone 6s, Schneider iPro Century 2x TELE

Good morning sunrise

Each morning I open my eyes /
and see this bottle /
this morning i think, “can’t put the genie back in the bottle” /
or should I rub it hope to be granted a wish or two? /

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iPhone 6s

Contemplating fall

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step out of the shower. look out the window

need to put the hammock away for the winter. not yet. lay back. watch and listen to the leaves fall.

leaf prints. I love them. and this:
“How do I really feel? Like a leaf. As long as I’m needed, in vigor or decay, I’ll be here. And this is my blessing, to want nothing, to need nothing, to love everything, even my very own end; to express joy in uncertainty, vulnerability, and pain; to be astonished by birth, again and again; to be color when melody is near; to speak without shame and say without fear, I don’t know. I’m falling. How sweet is the air!”
~ by William Michelin from here (thank you Donna Belleson)