Dinner With TCR. August 21, 2008Posted by littlebangtheory in Dinner with TCR.
Tags: Bolst's Curry, laetiporus sulphureus, my garden veggies
Garden Vegetables and Wild Mushroom Curry, served over Basmati rice.
Friday Kittehz Blogging! August 21, 2008Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
Tags: woolly kittehz
Kitteh won’t stand still!
The Word Of The Day. August 21, 2008Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
Tags: noblesse oblige, the web of life, what love is all about.
A Field, the Sky,
A Child of The Sun,
A Fern between Rocks,
Flowers within Flowers:
What is the word for this feeling? Is it gratitude? Is it wonder?
Is it responsibility for this priceless jewel entrusted to our inadequate care?
Yes, but there’s a better word for it, born of awareness synthesized with
The word is stewardship, and it carries with it an understanding of our
interdependence and an acknowledgment of a universal noblesse oblige, a
moral mandate to care for each other, each and every one of us, the rooted,
the homeless, the blossoming, the blind, those with brown skin, those with
scales, those in shackles, those with wings.
It’s the key to our survival,
It’s the key to our happiness,
It’s the key to Eternal Salvation,
The Sun Slides South. August 19, 2008Posted by littlebangtheory in climbing, macro photos.
Tags: wait for it...
As flower petals drift away into a rose-hip-blue sky,
As the Season runs to the sea,
And thistles cast off for distant shores,
The Sun rolls away over the rim of the world,
and I dream
Water, Water Everywhere. August 15, 2008Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
Tags: about gratitude, rain, rivers
It won’t stop raining.
Sporadic sprinkles, hourly showers, daily deluges.
My garden is suffering; the tomatoes are blighted, the basil is languishing. Even the sunflowers weep for lack of their namesake.
But the rivers – Ah, The Rivers! They swell with pride, roiling with an unseasonal urgency:
Hurling themselves headlong over precipitous drops,
Circling their wagons in tannic tantrums, pausing in their seaward rush for only a turn or two,
then gone down the valley, bound for the ocean, bound for the sky, bound to return again before the season’s over.
I’m not complaining about my garden; there’s a purpose greater than me, and if my tomatoes don’t win prizes, so be it. The grass is green, the corn is high, and in general, my small corner of the world is faring pretty well.
Thank you Mother Earth. Thank you, Father Sky.
A One-Handed Cumulus. August 12, 2008Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
Tags: cumulus, tofu
Taken with one hand during a sun shower (the other hand held an umbrella: )
I like this spot. It’s like the landscape equivalent of tofu: clean and plain and eager to take on the drama of piquant weather or a dash of wildflowers.
Rain, Etc. August 11, 2008Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
Tags: rain, thistles, wildflowers
More rain today, and more mist rising from the folds and forests which are my home:
And more wildflowers, which seem to like it this way.
Even the tiniest terminal buds are swollen and flushed:
Now all we need is a little more sun; my oil heat was running when I got home from work today!
Chickory. August 9, 2008Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature, macro photos.
A common roadside weed in Western Masschusetts, tall and wispy, and in summer laced with simple blue blossoms:
Easy to miss from a passing car, harder to ignore as you walk among them, irresistible if you’re a bee:
‘Shrooms. August 9, 2008Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
Tags: Fairy Clubs, Waxy Caps
Not all mushrooms are good to eat; many are just fun to look at.
Like these little specimens:
On the left, Golden Fairy Club (Clavulinopsis laeticolor) and on the right, a Waxy Cap (Hygrophorus of one sort or another – since they’re not food mushrooms, I haven’t learned the minutiae required for exact identification.)
One Trick Valley. August 9, 2008Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
Tags: misty mornings, sunflower
This summer’s dominant weather theme has been “Cool And Moist,” resulting in a lot of mornings like today’s:
Not that I’m complaining, mind you.
In the valley below, the world waits for the river of fog to rise and dissipate. My sunflowers face resolutely eastward in patient expectation of the morning sun:
Thank you, Mother Earth. Thank you, Father Sky.