The pattern of refections mesmerizes me. Makes me dizzy. I often feel a vertigo peering into the reflections between the wharves where light and water become animated with a never ceasing display, that will never repeat itself.
Reflections: Berlin Mills Wharf
Lobster boat, gear, light and wander conspire to create a ceaseless dance of patterns. This is a straightforward image of a reflection.
Ardea herodias. Calling you this, my Great Blue Heron, makes my skin tingle.
Ardea herodias. Calling you this, my Great Blue Heron, makes my skin tingle.
Memory from July 10th, 2017
It wasn't so much she was above it all. It was more that she held one nostril very high so as to breathe.
It wasn't so much she was above it all. It was more that she held one nostril very high so as to breathe.
It was quiet. The world set at pause for just a moment...
It was quiet. The world set at pause for just a moment. And though everything was still moving I could stop and examine those words. Still. Moving.
And I never saw a boat move.
And I never saw a boat move.
As clear as things would be. To me.
As clear as things would be. To me.
Not a boat moving in the harbor.
Not a boat moving in the harbor.
The surface slick with whatever spills from engines, or overboard, or production waste and the reflection reveals it without name.
The surface slick with whatever spills from engines, or overboard, or production waste and the reflection reveals it without name.
Holding On
Holding On
You would call. I would teeter at the edge. Fall or fly. Drown or swim. Ah, possibilities.
You would call. I would teeter at the edge. Fall or fly. Drown or swim. Ah, possibilities.
When I almost went swimming.
When I almost went swimming.
Bringing Up the Rear
Bringing Up the Rear
Fowl Brushstroke
Fowl Brushstroke
Next steps were uncertain. But they always were...
Next steps were uncertain. But they always were. Even when they were disguised with the arrogance of my certainty.
What we were all holding onto turns out wasn't much at all.
What we were all holding onto turns out wasn't much at all.
I think there may be more walking the plank than usual.
I think there may be more walking the plank than usual.
Facebook Friend Gary Littleworth has died. Apparently he died in his daughter's arms surrounded by family and that soothes me a bit.
Facebook Friend Gary Littleworth has died. Apparently he died in his daughter's arms surrounded by family and that soothes me a bit. I never met Gary but he was an unabashed fan of whatever it is I am doing here on Facebook. A champion for the visual work, and the work with the recovery community and homeless population. He was, in a Facebook manner, always there for me. And I wept with his daughter's post of his passing.
Gary, you liked these crazy reflections, so I am sending one out to you.
Condolences and prayers and much love to his family. He was such a good man to many of us out here.
Yesterday's light. Enough to sustain today's spirit.
Yesterday's light. Enough to sustain today's spirit.
For all appearances they were doing rather well, I think.
For all appearances they were doing rather well, I think.