Early Morning Raindrops
The world is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper. ~ W.B.Yeats
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Bo Mackison is a photographer and the owner of Seeded Earth Studio LLC. Another day of wabi sabi introspection and appreciation.
Wabi-Sabi Elephant Ear © 2011 Bo Mackison
When suffering overwhelms me I will breathe in and leave an opening in this moment for the joy that lies just behind it. ~ Philip Martin
This is a dying leaf amidst all the other green leaves. And yet, I think it is one of the most beautiful in the garden, with its translucent creamy whites streaked with purple veining.
Drooping towards the earth, the weight of the leaf is too heavy for its stem. But in letting go, in its slow motion drift towards the earth — which it will soon be a part of — it offers a certain grace, a dignity, and beauty — wabi-sabi beauty.
It’s a wabi-sabi kind of day.
A Bit of Enchantment © 2011 Bo Mackison
I do not understand how anyone can live without one small piece of enchantment to turn to.
~ Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
Another visit to the botanical gardens, another morning with time enough to notice textures, patterns, colors. The sunlight’s reflection on the large leaf of the elephant ear plant, the sun still strong, still a summer’s sun although its strength wanes each day as we add a few night minutes onto out 24 hour allotment, subtract a few light minutes.
I sat on one of the many benches in the gardens, closed my eyes, and noticed the many ways I am aware of the sun without opening my eyes. Warm on my arms, warm enough to cause me to break into a sweat under my hat band, a glowing feeling, a feeling of well-being. All is right my my tiny garden world when the sun shines.
I found a small piece of enchantment today in the garden.
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Bo Mackison is a photographer and the owner of Seeded Earth Studio LLC. Loving the gardens these days, prime garden time in Wisconsin, and the gardens bring out so many beauties.
November © 2010 Bo Mackison
November is all about this world wasting away, vanishing, and about us getting used to the nothingness, used to saying good bye. ~ Vivian Swift
On Decluttering: I may choose never to declutter the interior of my home. Not when nature does such an obsessive job of decluttering the out of doors in November. All that was lush and green, all the gardens that were thick with a multitude of colorful flowers, all gone. Just gone. My outdoors world is now wearing the fashionable look of uncluttered. My maple and oak trees are bare.
No. No inside decluttering for me right now. I need a little clutter in my life, and my outsides are feeling all too barren.
