I really like hiking Ranger Meadows Trail among the tall grass and wildflowers and to be in an environment of pristine wonder. There were very few humans around and the vastness of the opened meadows was impressive. I tried to get a panoramic shot but no camera angle could do it justice.
Nature and Landscape Photography, Photographic Journal of Biblical and Poetic Expressions
Pikes Peak
Sunday, August 25, 2013
East Shore Trailhead, Shadow Mountain Lake
We hiked the East Shore Trailhead which is 1.5 miles to the Shadow Mountain Trail. It had a beautiful view of the lake and forest and it intersects with the Ranger Meadows Trail. We decided to take the Ranger Meadows Trail and loop back to the Colorado River for another 1.5 mile hike. The lake waters appear very calm with it's pastel shades of blue set against a blue sky. Like 'A Dream Within a Dream".
A Dream Within a Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow: You are not wrong who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand-- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep--while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
Edgar Allan Poe: Born in 1809, Edgar Allan Poe had a profound impact on American and international literature as an editor, a poet, and a critic His stories mark him as one of the originators of both horror and detective fiction. Many anthologies credit him as the "architect" of the modern short story.
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Spirit's That Form'd this Scene by Walt Whitman
These photos were taken from top of Cedar Heights at Manitou
Springs. Colorado Springs is on the left side and Pikes Peak is on the right. It is a fantastic view and the Rocky Mountains are spectacular driving from Pikes Peak to Estes.
In September 1879, Walt Whitman visits Colorado, the farthest west he'd ever get. While in the three-year-old Centennial State, Whitman rebukes critics of his poetry with this poem.
Spirit That Form'd This Scene
Spirit that form'd this scene,
These tumbled rock-piles grim and red,
These reckless heaven-ambitous peaks,
These gorges, turbulent-clear streams, this naked freshness,
These formless wild arrays, for reasons of their own,
I know thee, savage spirit---we have communed together,
Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own;
Was't charged against my chants they had forgotten art?
To fuse within themselves its rules precise and delicatesse?
The lyrist's measur'd beat, the wrought-out temple's grace---
column and polish'd arch forgot?
But thou that revelest here---spirit that form'd this scene,
They have remember'd thee.
--Walt WhitmanThese tumbled rock-piles grim and red,
These reckless heaven-ambitous peaks,
These gorges, turbulent-clear streams, this naked freshness,
These formless wild arrays, for reasons of their own,
I know thee, savage spirit---we have communed together,
Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own;
Was't charged against my chants they had forgotten art?
To fuse within themselves its rules precise and delicatesse?
The lyrist's measur'd beat, the wrought-out temple's grace---
column and polish'd arch forgot?
But thou that revelest here---spirit that form'd this scene,
They have remember'd thee.
Before the Rain at Garden of the Gods
A panoramic view of Garden of the Gods in Colorado, Springs. I took these pictures from the Welcome Center facing the garden. You can see the rain clouds moving in. It had been raining daily for a week creating a raging flood in nearby Manitou Springs. The town was devastated. We drove through and many stores were still cleaning up from the flood.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Fat Cat Cafe
I am headed in my bright orange shoes to The Fat Cat Café for breakfast. It is my favorite place to dine in the morning and the only place opened for a real Colorado breakfast in Grand Lake.
As Darkness Spreads Across the Mountains
I love it at the end of the day when darkness starts to spread across the mountains. The silhouette of the trees and shadows falling across the mountains is a poet's inspiration.
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Horseshoe Bend, South Dakota
One of my trips in South Dakota included a mountain cliff in Fall River County called Horseshoe Bend.
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Children's Express Theatre of St. Augustine
The Children's Express Theatre is a performing arts readers theatre for children ages 5 to 17. I formed the group in September 2012 to fulfill a community need to provide a theatre for children in St. Augustine that was affordable and opened to all children. The local community theatre charges $450 fees for a child to enroll and participate in a theatre production. Children's Express Theatre is free and opened to all children. It is called 'Express' because we can take our play to different facilities such as nursing homes, assistance living. Our props are simple like medieval 'street performers'. Express Theatre has performed at various functions such as a dinner and talent show, Christmas Party, Christmas Eve Service, Children's Moment at Shores UMC, and End-of-year Exploring LIFE Program. They have performed 5 plays during the 2012-2013 school year:
- Call 911
- Daniel, Daniel He's Our Man
- A Shepard's Night
- The Two Little Pigs
- Shipwrecked
The pictures below are from a performance of 'Shipwrecked' at Shores UMC. The story was about the Apostle Paul being a prisoner and taken to Rome by ship to stand trial in the middle of a terrible storm and were shipped wrecked on Malta. There were over 10 children participating in speaking and non speaking roles, ages 5 to 17.
They are currently rehearsing 'Rip Roarin' a 5 act play about the wild western frontier town of Dirt Clod and that dastardly dirty Darlene. They will be performing the play over a five day period July 29 through August 2 for the SonWest Roundup VBS.
They are currently rehearsing 'Rip Roarin' a 5 act play about the wild western frontier town of Dirt Clod and that dastardly dirty Darlene. They will be performing the play over a five day period July 29 through August 2 for the SonWest Roundup VBS.
Friday, May 31, 2013
A Sea Bird's Paradise Cumberland Sound
At Cumberland Sound the beach was covered with seabirds and their nests. The sky, ocean and beach was painted in watercolor shades of blue and beige. The fishing pier was the longest pier I have ever walked. A family of Dolphins were swimming close to the bridge diving in and out of the water. This is a place I plan to return, time and time again. It was breath taking seeing so much sea life in one place.
To A Sea Bird (Santa Cruz 1869)
Careless vagabond of the sea,
Little thou heedest the surf that sings,
The bar that thunders, the shale that rings,-
Give me to keep thy company.
Little thou hast, old friend, that 's new;
Storms and wrecks are old things to thee;
Sick am I of these changes, too;
Little to care for, little to rue,-
I on the shore, and thou on the sea.
All of thy wanderings, far and near,
Bring thee at last to shore and me;
All of my journeyings end them here:
This our tether must be our cheer,-
I on the shore, and thou on the sea.
Lazily rocking on ocean's breast,
Something in common, old friend, have we:
Thou on the shingle seek'st thy nest,
I to the waters look for rest,-
I on the shore, and thou on the sea.
By Francis Bret Harte
Francis Bret Harte (August 25, 1837 - May 6, 1902) was an American author and poet, who worked in a number of different professional capacities including miner, teacher, messenger and journalist before turning to full time writing in 1871.
Bret Harte moved to California in 1853 and spent part of his life in a mining camp near Humboldt Bay (the current town of Arcata), a setting which provided material for some of his works. While The Luck of Roaring Camp (published in 1968) made Bret Harte famous nationwide and helped him to land a writing contract with a publisher in 1871, he faltered and was without a contract by 1872. In 1878 Bret Harte was appointed as United States Consul in Krefeld, Germany and then to Glasgow in 1880. He spent thirty years in Europe, moving to London in 1885. He died in England of throat cancer in 1902. Bret Harte's literary output improved while he was in Europe and helped to revive his popularity. The Outcasts of Poker Flat and Tennessee's Partner join The Luck of Roaring Camp on the list of his influential works.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Fiery Sky over Matanzas River
Matanzas River after sunset glows like a smoky fiery sky. Reminds me of the book "The Heart is a Lonely Hunter" by Carson McCullers. A hometown girl like me from Columbus, Georgia. Listed below are some quotes from the book.
“The Heart is a lonely hunter with only one desire! To find some lasting comfort in the arms of anothers fire...driven by a desperate hunger to the arms of a neon light, the heart is a lonely hunter when there's no sign of love in sight!”
“In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.”
“I´m a stranger in a strange land.”
“the way i need you is a loneliness i cannot bear.”
Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter
Carson McCullers (February 19, 1917 – September 29, 1967) was an American writer of novels, short stories, plays, essays and poetry. Her first novel, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter, explores the spiritual isolation of misfits and outcasts of the U.S. South. Her other novels have similar themes and are all set in the South. She was born Lula Carson Smith in Columbus, Georgia, in 1917. Her mother was the granddaughter of a plantation owner and Confederate war hero. Her father, like Wilbur Kelly in The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter, was a watchmaker and jeweler of French Huguenot descent. From the age of ten, Lula took piano lessons. When she was fifteen, her father gave her a typewriter on which to compose stories. Carson McCullers was one of the leading female writers of southern gothic fiction in the twentieth century.
Her last published book, a collection of poems for children: Sweet as a pickle and clean as a pig
Unfortunately, not many people will ever have a chance to read her poetry since the only copies are between $99 to $125 each.
Mala Compra Beachfront
On Memorial weekend, I hiked the Oceanfront Trail at Mala Compra Beachfront Park. The first picture is of the Old Coast Guard Road. It was hot and hiking a hot sandy road is not enjoyable. The beach was covered in black rocks and made a nice image of the waves rolling over the rocks. Surprisingly it was not that crowded for a holiday weekend but there were not many parking spaces at the park so it control the crowding of the beach.
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Boneyard Beach's Silvered Skeletons
Boneyard Beach is a good name for the driftwood covered beach at Big Talbot Island. Very usual trees, shaped like skeletons with pale white limbs that are twisted by the ocean winds and waves at Nassau Sound. The beach is unspoiled and no motor vehicles allowed and a beautiful place for hiking.
Song of the Sea
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Timeless sea breezes,
sea-wind of the night:
you come for no one;
if someone should wake,
he must be prepared
how to survive you.
Timeless sea breezes,
that for aeons have
blown ancient rocks,
you are purest space
coming from afar…
Oh, how a fruit-bearing
fig tree feels your coming
high up in the moonlight.
Writer and poet, Rilke was considered one of the greatest lyric poets of modern Germany. He created the "object poem" as an attempt to describe with utmost clarity physical objects, the "silence of their concentrated reality." He became famous with such works as Duineser Elegien and Die Sonette an Orpheus . They both appeared in 1923. After these books, Rilke had published his major works, believing that he had done his best as a writer.
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Nassau Sound - "Upon Westminster Bridge" by William Wordsworth
During the morning on Memorial Day, I went to the Bluff at Big Talbot Island. From the beach you can see the George Crady Bridge. The waters of Nassau Sound are crystal blue and sparkles from the sunlight. William Wordsworth poem "Upon Westminster Bridge" is very appropriate for the feel of the "beauty of the morning" and "all bright and glittering in the smokeless air..." I have attached an audio recording of the poem produced by poetictouch2012 on You Tube.
Upon Westminster Bridge
EARTH has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
By William Wordsworth
("Upon Westminster Bridge" produced by poetictouch2012)
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