There isn’t time,
So brief is life,
For bickerings, apologies,
Heartburnings, callings to account.
There is only time for loving,
And but an instant,
So to speak,
For that.
–Mark Twain
Just before dawn, my Daughter and I made the familiar predawn drive from her home to the Denver International Airport. It’s been an excellent visit with my Broncos loving family. Goodbyes curbside, and I am off to the TSA before catching a quick flight back to the high desert. Once the plane received a good de-icing the flight was quickly airborne, giving a nod to Kayla below us. In the next hours 480 flights from Denver would be cancelled. What a joy to spend a few days with my family, totally miss the approaching storm. AND……
The future starts today, not tomorrow. Pope John Paul II
I am struck by how the definition of Future changes as I have gotten old. Once when I thought of future, it stretched far out ahead of me with often very challenging set points that needed daily, weekly, monthly, yearly, decades of focused attention. Future was synonymous with responsibilities to family, jobs, children, bills, elder care, community ….a very long ever expanding list that stretched many years ahead in time and space, missing so many details of a day as I looked and thought thousands of days forward.
Now, Future is what happens today, next week, maybe next year, with a keen knowledge that though I am healthy, fit, and full of energy, I have used up the majority of my years in this particular physical body. Clueless if any part of me transcends this lifetime, or where that spark, essence, spirit part of me will go if it goes anywhere. I’m hoping for some ancient olive tree, or grapevine, maybe the woods between Amalfi and Pontone. Could be Heaven, could be a Redwood Tree in Northern California, …I am leaning towards trees, but would accept a pair of sturdy angel wings.
The pressure is off when it comes to contemplating Future. I focus on the details of this day. Today is my past, present, and future. As ornate and detailed as this angel’s wings. I believe it is true for everyone, no matter what their age or responsibilities. My future today included some housework, a hike, a long distance phone conversation with a dear friend, listening while my daughter spoke her truth, and creating this post.
I’d like to say the photos are self portraits, as I really did see this woman in the mirror this morning. I recognized her immediately. An angel statuary I had photographed in Sorrento Italy.
Have a great weekend everyone!
Today’s Music: Funky Space Reincarnation- Marvin Gaye
“There is, I believe, no person, however insignificant in the world, but, if an account of his life and adventures were committed to paper, would be entertaining in some degree: the follies of our own life, and those we are liable to be drawn into by others, will constantly afford matter for serious reflection.” ― Henry Spencer Ashbee
Cohansey River Thaw- Photo: JoHanna Massey
If you are new to my website, Camera Lucida is a regular feature created by Julia at My Red Page where she inspires us to express our creativity through story and/or photo focused on a well chosen and often challenging theme. Camera Lucida is where the very hippest coolest of the bloggers are showing up to submit their work, enjoy, and be inspired by their fellow Lucidites. I’ve been involved for several months now and it is not only great fun, but I have connected with so many talented people who support and encourage me to my best creativity.
This weeks theme:Reflections
It’s always interesting to look at reflections…are they really the same as the reality?
How many times did you look at your own reflection and wondered if that’s how the world sees you…?
This week’s theme is: Reflections…show us how we look at the world upside down…how we see ourselves from the other side…how water seems to be the borderline between reality and imagination…show us who looks back from the mirror…make this week your own and tell us a story that will make us reflect:)
This is the most perfect theme for me this week as I am sailing Sophia up the Cohansey River immersed in writing Connor’s Reach, and the images that are reflecting back at us from the breaking up of a very long novel writing freeze are exhilarating, and indeed hard work.
I’ll be over to visit with all the coolest of cool ones soon to see what you have created for this week’s theme, and if you haven’t joined Camera Lucida yet… we look forward to your arrival!
“Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real,
And you’re just a reflection of him?”
― Bill Watterson
“The past is a very determined ghost, haunting every chance it gets.” ― Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds
Autumn on The Frog Ocean is my determined ghost. My family trees have roots there. Family Trees that are varied, colorful, and often divergent. There are members of the clans who by choice never leave, some move a few miles only to return, and some, like myself, who leave the Frog Ocean, only to remain haunted when Autumn returns.
You must exercise care when visiting The Frog Ocean. It is a state of mind as much as it is real, part of the marshy labyrinthine of not quite solid ground, in the southern most parts of the state of New Jersey.
Mad Horse Creek Photo: JoHanna Massey
Mad Horse Creek Photo: JoHanna Massey
Black Bottom Photo: JoHanna Massey
Spirits At Rest Photo: JoHanna Massey
Frog Ocean Photo: JoHanna Massey
Canton Green Photo: JoHanna Massey
Canton Green Photo: JoHanna Massey
Spirits At Rest Photo: JoHanna Massey
Mad Horse Creek Photo: JoHanna Massey
Johnny’s Tree Photo: JoHanna Massey
Frog Ocean Photo: JOHanna Massey
Spirits At Rest my Grandmother told me. Photo: JoHanna Massey
Frog Ocean Photo: JoHanna Massey
Canada Geese Migration Photo: JoHanna Massey
JoAnn’s Tree Photo by: JoHanna Massey
The Frog Ocean Photo: JoHanna Massey
Spirits at Rest Photo: JoHanna Massey
Peace and blessings, to those real and spirit alike All Hallows Eve Approaches When past and present break apart And ghosts rule this in between. Hiding in plain sight.
Come back next week for: TheFrog Ocean : My Determined Ghost Part 2 where I embrace Halloween as I figure out and play with my brand new Pic Monkey!
Today’s Music: Tom Watts- The House Where Nobody Lives
For once you have tasted flight
You will walk the earth
With your eyes turned skywards,
For there you have been
And there you will long to return. Leonardo da Vinci
Photo: JoHanna Massey
Midgley Bridge Sedona Arizona Photo: JoHanna Massey
Leonardo Da Vinci’s designs Photo: JoHanna Massey
Sedona Arizona Photo: JoHanna Massey
Dry Creek Road Sedona Arizona USA Photo: JoHanna Massey
Sedona Arizona USA Photo: JoHanna Massey
Photo: JoHanna Massey
“The Cowpies” Sedona Arizona USA Photo: JoHanna Massey
Schnebbly Hill Road Sedona Arizona USA Photo: JoHanna Massey
Leonardo Di Vinci’s Flying Machine Sketches
Sedona Arizona Arizona USA Photo: JoHanna Massey
Flying Sedona Ariozna USA Photo: JoHanna Massey
Flying Sedona Arizona USA Photo: JoHanna Massey
Flying Sedona Arizona USA Photo: JoHanna Massey
Oak Creek Canyon Sedona Arizona USA Photo: JoHanna Massey
Oak Creek Canyon Flying Sedona Arizona USA Photo: JoHanna Massey
Oak Creek Canyon Flying Arizona USA Photo: JoHanna Massey
Flying Sedona Arizona USA Photo: JoHanna Massey Photo: JoHanna Massey
Flying Sedona Arizona USA Photo: JoHanna Massey
Flying Sedona Arizona USA Photo: JoHanna Massey
Flying Sedona Arizona USA Photo: JoHanna Massey
Verde Valley Flying Sedona Arizona USA Photo: JoHanna Massey
Colorado Plateau Flying Sedona Arizona USA Photo: JoHanna Massey
Oak Creek Canyon Flying Sedona Arizona USA Photo: JoHanna Massey
Leonardo’s images of lfight
Flying Sedona Verde Valley Arizona USA Photo: JoHanna Massey
It was my good fortune to first taste flight from that slip of a runway at the Sedona Aiport, Sedona Arizona USA. I have indulged, enjoyed, and savored it since. A heart filled with gratitude to Lt. Colonel Ricardo W. Mestre, US Air Force Retired, for teaching me how to fly.
Today’s Music: Beatles Blackbird
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Boundaries.”
“Raven was not thought of as a god. He was thought of as the transformer, the trickster. He was the being that changed things—sometimes quite by accident, sometimes on purpose.” —Christian White, Haida artist
an object, quality, or event whose presence or occurrence indicates the probable presence or occurrence of something else.
a gesture or action used to convey information or an instruction.
a notice on public display that gives information or instructions in a written or symbolic form.
Your challenge this week is to take a photo of a sign that gets your focus, something out of the ordinary or just a snapshot of ‘the simple’ from a new perspective.
Just before dawn, my Daughter and I made the familiar predawn drive from her home to the Denver International Airport. It’s been an excellent visit with my Broncos loving family. Goodbyes curbside, and I am off to the TSA before catching a quick flight back to the high desert. Once the plane received a good de-icing the flight was quickly airborne, giving a nod to Kayla below us. In the next hours 480 flights from Denver would be cancelled. What a joy to spend a few days with my family, totally miss the approaching storm. AND……
