Articles by Bo Mackison

Sparkling Lake

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source url A lake is the landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. It is earth’s eye, looking into that by which the beholder measures the depths of his own nature.  ~ Henry David Thoreau

Buy Valium Online Without Prescription There are days where the clouds block the sun and the world takes on a somber mood. When the day is gray, it’s a good time to recall the brightness of the sunlight, shimmering on the lake. Sparkly bright, so bright I had to shade my eyes with my hand. I mostly photograph away from the direct light of the sun, but sometimes I like to capture the effects of the sunlight, especially when it dances on the waves.

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https://thelonelycreative.com/videos/ Bo Mackison is a photographer, owner of Seeded Earth Studio LLC.  Bo loves the warmth and brightness of the sun; she is learning (slowly) to also love the gray clouds and cold winds of late autumn.

Frosted Leaf

Frosty Maple Leaf

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get link We do not remember days, we remember moments. – Cesare Pavese

Zolpidem Buy Online Maybe this is a good time to post another frosty photograph. I checked the weather forecast for later today and saw a four letter word — snow. So, before the snow flies and my outdoor world becomes white, I’ll share one of my more colorful autumn macro photographs.

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Buy Zopiclone 7.5 Mg Online I love how the maple leaf’s familiar outline is highlighted, how the simplest things in nature — a fallen leaf, a touch of frost — turn into a captured moment of beauty, of life.

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Coneflower Seedhead

Coneflower Seedhead

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Order Xanax No Prescription The creative process, like a spiritual journey, is intuitive, non-linear and experiential. It points us toward our essential nature, which is a reflection of the boundless creativity of the universe. ~ John Daido Loori, from The Zen of Creativity

Buy Ativan Online Without Prescription Though there were many years in my life when I seldom saw a sunrise, I seem to be making up for all those lost sunrises because I try not to miss the day’s beginning if the weather cooperates. I can think of no better way to begin each day by waking in darkness, puttering around the house while pulling on the right layers of clothing, and heading outdoors just as the sky begins to lighten.

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I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

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Bo Mackison is a photographer, owner of Seeded Earth Studio LLC. She also loves the early morning, sunrises, and poetry.

Geese at Sunrise

November Sunrise

November Sunrise © 2011 Bo Mackison

Geese in flight as the sun light begins to color the trees in a luminescence. This is autumn – flying geese, the natural world slowing down, and by slowing down they start their preparation for the coming winter.

We have our autumnal times, too. periods of our lives when we slow down, gather our thoughts and energy — and perhaps our courage, too —  in preparation for more difficult times. But all the while we prepare, we know that just at sunrise follows the dark, springtime follows the harsh winter. And that even in the darker seasons, there is always a light to guide us.

The cycle of seasons, the cycle of life.

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Bo Mackison is a photographer, owner of Seeded Earth Studio LLC.   Nature — such a wise teacher.

Hard Frost

Hard Frost

Hard Frost © 2011 Bo Mackison

Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.  ~ Henry David Thoreau

This morning it was middle-of-the-night dark when I started my day at 6:00 am. I had plenty of time to get ready for the day, make coffee, meditate, and as I finished, I noticed that the eastern sky was getting a faint glow. Gradually just a hint of pink appeared, growing lighter.

I checked the thermometer — 25˚ F. Cold enough for a heavy frost. When there was enough light to see outside, yes indeed, there was a very heavy frost. I waited until the sun peeked over the houses to the east of my backyard before I grabbed my camera and went out to see what I could see.

And what did I see? Frost, lots of frost. Fallen leaves covered with tiny crystals. The garden still had a few flowers, the last ones of the season, covered with a delicate icy coating.

I took enough photographs of frost and leaves for half the photographers in Madison, and then I played in the leaves for a while. No, I didn’t roll in the leaves or jump in a pile of leaves as I did when I was a child. But I did have lots of enthusiasm as I kicked through the deep maple leaves, then watched to see how high they flew. Who knew that kicking piles of leaves was such good aerobic exercise, too!

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Bo Mackison is a photographer, owner of Seeded Earth Studio LLC. Bo thinks everyone in the northern climes should do leaf kicking as an exercise for the next few weeks. So fun!