Earth, Sky and Spirit

Photos from a dusk spent peering into earth and sky:

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Painted Turtle in water
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Painted Turtle submerged portrait
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A cotton sky spread
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A large Snapping Turtle
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A large Snapping Turtle underwater
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Moonlit dusk
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Full moon

I also celebrated my 24th birthday on the 7th. Grateful for the eyes that see – grateful to exist.

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Love,

Timali

 

 

 

 

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City of Waterfalls – Hamilton

This was my first waterfall experience in Hamilton and only the second in Canada (Niagara Falls was the first of course!).

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Smokey Hollow Falls

I could not get close to photographing the waterfall itself from the front, partly due to lack of determination and partly because I did not want to hold back others with my enthusiasm for a good photograph.

The best close up I could get:

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Smokey Hollow

Later when I went back near the top of the fall, I saw a ‘proper’ photographer with his tripod and all the right gear standing near the front of the fall and snapping away pictures of the fall. I wish for all the right things too.

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Grindstone Creek, Hamilton

As we walked the stretch of the Bruce Trail that goes along the Grindstone Creek, the green was very green, the air fresh and the flow of the creek was soothing to the spirit.

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Grindstone Creek, at Smokey Hollow Walk

If I could, I would go here every weekend!

I’ve been working five days a week at the coffee chain. I find my words and creativity drowning and on weekends if I allow them, they come back to the surface – still alive.

 

Lakeside Blues and Pinks

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Pink blotched clear blue lake,

now turning a deep green,

Two mosquitoes circling each other

rise in the air

A creature jumps in

leaving ripples dancing

growing outward

to nothingness

Mink, muskrat or otter

does it matter?

Moments pass by

the geese are still making their calls

Ripples form again

as the breeze sweeps in

Bare trees still shaking off winter

double themselves on water

a deeper reflection

their skeletons the blackest of blacks

No pinks no blues no more;

hints of orange fade

between real and shadow.

Twin Souls

I was looking at trees out of a bus window one of the previous days and realized how two trees growing in the shade of each other often look like one tree, but with two trunks.

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Here’s a love quote (partly relevant to the earlier thought):

“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.

Louis de Bernières, Corelli’s Mandolin