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That selfie you took

the Book of Pain

upOff to wherever for whatever, but before you go—
snap that photo in the here and now, then post
it up to the fast receding, the there and when,
that touch that was, hope fading into forgot…

There we’ll remain with our firm, sure smiles,
left for our heirs to puzzle over, caught by us
in their time as were we in ours at the undertaking:
whatever did we think we were looking forward to?

This is what ties us, each generation, one to the other,
no one else understanding the race, going/going/gone,
that determined moment we thought so real (foolish us)
sent on ahead just the same. Almost as if by accident.
What was it I thought I was saying?

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My apologies for such a long hiatus, but I’ve been working on a project for my Masters degree.

I was struck recently by an article discussing how fast we are loosing the World War 2 vets. In the United States, 16 million men and women were in uniform for that conflict, but now less…

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What a difference a day makes – day 2

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This is the second post of two showing how variable the weather can be in New England, especially in the autumn. The first post is here.

These photos were taken on the day following, and at around the same time, as the previous post. The lake is just west of the small village of Killingly, CT, 1 to 2 miles (2 to 3 km) from the site of the previous day’s set.

By the way, the photo of the ducks taking off is not a crop from a larger photo, but the full photo itself. That was the effect of the mist that morning: super quiet when no carries were whizzing by, cool, eerie even. The panoramas may be the best ones I’ve done thus far.

As always, special thanks to my dearest spouse Lyn, who does all the heavy lifting in selecting the photos. And thank you sincerely for dropping by the Book…

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An early fall walk in the evening

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IMG_6684What I remember best is the sharp smell of wild grapes
carried aloft in a warm updraft, their sharp tang a hint
of the coming winter, when their leaves will be withered
and the vines hard and dry, their hopes gone and the roots
hidden in sleep. I know they don’t, but I wonder—do they
dream, longing for a wet spring and a warm summer sun?

Do they yearn for another year, to bear again their bitter fruit?
Do they think about waking, and then, knowing that they are awake,
do they bask in the knowledge that they are the good creation of a
good God, aright in their place and placed aright by love’s design?
So much living, I think, for such a little tang on a last warm night,
there and then gone in a quick waft of air. Was it ever there at all?

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It was actually on a bicycle ride when the scent of wild grapes hit us, so it is a small exercise of my artistic license…

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Your Thought Will Spread

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This photo attempts to portray a thought, spiritual and positive, beginning its journey.

This month’s contribution to Nineteen Months

Head to that site if you want to view some more inspiring meditation images and explore the quotes that go with them.

Especially look out for the images from Dan Jones and Adib Amini, but truly I just love all of the work of contributing photographers.

You can also find them on facebook

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Unknowable and Fathomless Mystery

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“To every discerning and illumined heart it is evident that God, the unknowable Essence, the divine Being, is immensely exalted beyond every human attribute…Far be it from His glory that human tongue should adequately recount His praise, or that human heart comprehend His fathomless mystery.”
-Baha’u’llah, The Kitab-i-Iqan

Latest contribution to Nineteen Months.

For more see  Ninteen Months Meditations on Kalimat – Words.


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Kansas, July 2015

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Each July 4th the U.S. celebrates its birth as a nation. It was originally supposed to be July 1st but either through bad weather (which caused travel delays at a time when all roads were primitive) or from wicked hangovers caused by an over boisterous pre-signing celebration (accounts vary) the signing of the Declaration of Independence was delayed a few days. In any event, 239 years later Lyn and I spent this July 4th visiting our kids and grandkids in Kansas. While there we also visited relatives and a dear friend in Lawrence, Kansas, a lovely little city where Lyn and I had lived for many years.

As always, special thanks to my dearest spouse Lyn, who does all the heavy lifting selecting the photos. And thank you sincerely for dropping by the Book of Bokeh. I would also like to invite you to visit my Book of Pain  poetry blog.

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