Posts Tagged ‘blue’

I slowly move away from the computer. I find my camera and then begin to meander about the house looking for … looking for anything to photograph. Yesterday I settled on a large blue goblet picked up at an antique store for $3.

I photograph without purpose until purpose finds me. In this case I began to focus on the beautiful irregularities in the glass. Did doing so solve the writer’s block?

Not sure. Time will tell. But it was a good moment, to lose myself in the blue.


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A random find in the grocery store. A few stems of carnations dyed blue. Once home, spritzed with some water and left to open in the sun.

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There was an American man named Phillips Brooks who traveled abroad to Europe, and as he traveled he wrote in his notebooks, and in one of those notebooks, as he traveled in Germany, he wrote the following sonnet. Since reading it, I have wanted to seek out what he refers to as noontide blue.


The heaven of Truth lies deep and broad and still

And while I gaze into it, lo, I see

Some human thought, instinct with human will,

Gather from out its deep serenity.

Awhile it hovers, changes, glows, and fades,

Then rolls away; and where it used to be

Naught but the heaven of Truth from which it rose

Looks down upon me deep and broad and free.

So have I seen, shaped in the noontide blue,

A floating cloud attain to gradual birth,

And then absorbed in that from which it grew

Leave only the great Sky which domes the earth.

What are men’s systems, thoughts, and high debates

But clouds which Truth creates and uncreates?

— Phillips Brooks, 1882

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my view while sitting on a bench in the Boston Public Garden this morning

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Even though I don’t know technically how to oil paint that doesn’t prevent me from occasionally picking up a brush and playing with the hues.

And what do I produce? Usually a mess.

Or in this case what I call my little yellow bird in a blue jacket.


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Not many flowers yet in the Arnold Arboretum …

but many beautiful branches.

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recent scenes along the mystic river

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… bald head, wings spread wide, feathers catching the morning light.  In fact it is water racing down the asphalt hill near where I live as the workmen opened up a fire hydrant.  The convergence of several flows …

… a cool sight for me but not so entertaining for those suddenly wading through an unexpected stream.

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The english thyme reflected in my cell phone.

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