“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”


Wednesday,  Sept 26, 2012


Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.  Rachel Carson

This sweet earth is our mother and our home. She will not die if we don’t respect and cherish her, we will die. This is not negativism, this is simple reality. With proper respect, love and care, she would care for us for many, many generations to come, without such love and care, the writing is on the wall. Lao Tsu said, “The earth is like a vessel so sacred that at the mere approach of the profane It is marred….“  We have the attitude that the earth is here for our exploitation, never stopping to think that it is our one and only home.

It sure was sweet of these range cattle to cross between me and this fabulous early morning sky, I owe them a debt of gratitude for their wonderful presence at just the right place at just the right time!

Enjoy,
Tom

“Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.”


Wednesday,  Sept 19, 2012


Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.  Chief Seattle

Humankind may not have woven the web of life, but humankind is surely trying to unweave it at breakneck speed. Look how big businesses are scrambling to acquire the mineral and oil rights in places like Greenland and Iceland now the ice is melting. Instead of heeding the warnings that such events portend, we just see another way to make more money, destroying our beautiful home as we go.

Even the pine tree has a lovely flower to add to the sum of beauty contained in this world of beauty. How I wish the tide would turn to honor and respect in place of exploitation for this jewel planet that is our one and only home. See how lovely even the simple bloom of the pine!

Enjoy,
Tom

“The care of the Earth is our most ancient and most worthy, and after all our most pleasing responsibility. To cherish what remains of it and to foster its renewal is our only hope.”


Friday,  Sept 14, 2012


The care of the Earth is our most ancient and most worthy, and after all our most pleasing responsibility. To cherish what remains of it and to foster its renewal is our only hope.  Wendell Berry

For as long as I live, with every breath, I will cherish this beautiful planet, whom I consider the mother of all who live upon her, including myself. How can we expect to continue to exist if we don’t honor, respect and protect her?

Hart Mountain Antelope reserve in SE Oregon is a dry and barren place at the end of a long, hot summer and this lone tree, up on a dry ridge is a perfect emblem of survival in harsh conditions.

Enjoy,
Tom

“Earth’s crammed with heaven… But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.”


Wednesday,  Sept 12, 2012


Earth’s crammed with heaven…
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The longer I live the more i sense that everything here, even our very existence is some sort of miracle. Before we mess with it, everything in nature is balanced, whole and self sustaining. You can read treatises on how we see color, but in the end, is it not a miracle, all these colors before us? That we can touch, feel, see, love, run, walk? All miracles, as far as I’m concerned! Best to live each and every day, using your time to fulfill what you consider your purpose. Remember, “Earth’s crammed with heaven…”

To me, this is as lovely an image as I have ever captured. The light is so soft, cloud shadows cover the hills and the lovely green valley stretches off into the distance while a soft haze add mystery to the further reaches.

Enjoy,
Tom

“I didn’t want to tell the tree or weed what it was. I wanted it to tell me something and through me express its meaning in nature.”


Friday,  Sept 7, 2012


I didn’t want to tell the tree or weed what it was.  I wanted it to tell me something and through me express its meaning in nature.  Wynn Bullock

Basho, the great Japanese Haiku poet says something similar in the preface to his travel journals, “Narrow Road to the Deep North,” when he says; “Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and do not learn.“ This has been one of my truest guides throughout my whole artistic career, for I don’t believe in the modern “cult of the personality.“ I and my mind are so much smaller than the world and universe I live in. I strive to get out the the way and let the subject express itself, teaching me about itself as I observe with as quiet a mind as I am able to achieve.

Here is one of nature’s wonderful creatures, sitting quietly by the side of the “Crooked River” in central Oregon on a warm, sunny autumn day. With a moderately long lens he was content to pose for me, undisturbed by my presence.

Enjoy,
Tom

“The Earth is Art, The Photographer is only a Witness”


Wednesday,  Sept 5, 2012


The Earth is Art, The Photographer is only a Witness  Yann Arthus- Bertrand

Well, I just journeyed to the deep southeast of Oregon state to the Steens mountain. Quite a place and so unlike peoples common view of Oregon. Very parched, high desert of sage and open range lands, except for the Steens itself, which is a mountain rising up out of the desert over 9000 ft. Quite an adventure! I can totally attest that Mr. Arthus-Bertrand is correct in his quote above. I am just a stunned witness to the variety and beauty of this earth. I will have some images from the trip to share here shortly.

Meanwhile, here is an abstract image of some rust on one of Portland, Oregon’s many bridges, this one being the Hawthorne Bridge, in particular.

Enjoy,
Tom