Thoughts from the Roadside

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Rural Atchison, KS, roadside weeds & wildflowers, October, 2009.

Just Thinking
by Kansas poet William Stafford

Got up on a cool morning. Leaned out a window.
No cloud, no wind. Air that flowers held
for awhile. Some dove somewhere.

Been on probation most of my life. And
the rest of my life been condemned. So these moments
count for a lot–peace, you know.

Let the bucket of memory down into the well,
bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No one
stirring, no plans. Just being there.

This is what the whole thing is about.

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Atchison County, KS, 2011.

“Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.” -Henry David Thoreau

Geodes

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I cooked dinner this evening for some of my favorite women folk, and Jeanette, a long-time family friend, brought over some geodes (along with a chisel and a mallet) that she found on an excursion through some fields and creek beds in Iowa for a little pre-dinner excitement. I’ll surely be breaking out my camera magnifying lens attachment in some better light over the weekend for some close-up crystallization. Read more about geodes on Wikipedia.

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Warnock Lake, Atchison, KS, 2010. I used to drive out to almost this same spot back in high school just to watch the silhouettes of the trees in front of the setting sun. There were more trees on the horizon at that time if I remember correctly.. I think that’s one of my ultimate influences for making silhouette art.

Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon
Like a magician extended his golden wand o’er the landscape;
Twinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest
Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline

River Moons

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Moon over Kansas, July, 2009

River Moons by Carl Sandburg
THE DOUBLE moon, one on the high back drop of the west, one on the curve of the river face,
The sky moon of fire and the river moon of water, I am taking these home in a basket, hung on an elbow, such a teeny weeny elbow, in my head.
I saw them last night, a cradle moon, two horns of a moon, such an early hopeful moon, such a child’s moon for all young hearts to make a picture of.
The river—I remember this like a picture—the river was the upper twist of a written question mark.
I know now it takes many many years to write a river, a twist of water asking a question.
And white stars moved when the moon moved, and one red star kept burning, and the Big Dipper was almost overhead.

Simplify

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“As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness.” -Henry David Thoreau

A lake in Atchison, KS, March 2011.

Patience and portals

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Sunlight coming through the corn in a Kansas field.. but looking like a portal (to me, anyway). Here’s some more Van Gogh:

“Ought one not to learn patience from nature, learn patience from seeing the corn slowly ripen, seeing things grow?”

One of the most frequent comments I get at art fairs is that I “must have the patience of Job.” All I can say to that is, I try..