BridgePosted: September 8, 2012 Filed under: 365 Yoga Challenge, Adventures in art, Adventures in Life, Bicycle Adventures, Digital Art, Earth, Gratitude, home, Letting Go, Local Tourists, music, nature, Photography, Quotes, Spirit, Summer, Today's Joys, Walking, water, weather | Tags: Arts, Audre Lorde, bridge, cycling, Digital Art, Henry David Thoreau, Kent Stage, MaidinSun Photography, nature, Outdoors, Photography, rain, Roy H. Williams, Ruthie Foster, Summer, sunset, Towpath Trail, water, weather 20 Comments
The youth gets together his materials to build a bridge to the moon, or, perchance, a palace or temple on the earth, and, at length, the middle-aged man concludes to build a woodshed with them.
~ Henry David Thoreau
The sharing of joy, whether physical, emotional, psychic, or intellectual, forms a bridge between the sharers which can be the basis for understanding much of what is not shared between them, and lessens the threat of their difference.
~ Audre Lorde
A portal is a transitionary device of sight or sound that functions as a sort of third gravitating body between the this and the that, pulling us toward itself, allowing us to bridge into the unknown from the known.
~ Roy H. Williams
So there you have it. Some of the fun I had with one of my photos while I was busy
feeling sorry for myself melting in the heat.
I found the cure for whining. Sing (or at least listen to) the blues. M and I went to Kent Stage last night to see/hear (and sometimes sing along with) Ruthie Foster. Oh my, that woman can really sing. Have a listen (and a look) here. I love, love, love this song.
We got quite a bit of rain last night and this morning. It came with lightning, thunder, and blustery wind. The pond looks like it’s almost up to normal levels now.
That’s it from the Bogs for today. Thanks for visiting. I hope your weekend is filled with joy and wonder.
Today’s joys: The marvelously cooler, drier air ushered in by the rain and the cold front; the green moss on the trees; the earthy smell of the rain-soaked earth; music floating throughout the house; the blue of the sky and the white of the clouds; spending the day with M; a warm shower; throwing open the doors and windows to let in the fresh, cool air.
Blue sky shot…my favorite today!
Thanks, Colleen. 🙂
Love all the Silly Stuff with the bridge – that first one is “far out, Man…” 😀
Wishing you more cool breezes and sparkly sunsets!
lol! Thanks, Marie. 🙂
thanks for the bridges and the music!
You’re welcome, Ellen. 🙂
Fun to see how you play with the bridge. I like them all together, but the single shot I favour is old-time-faded shot. Also the lush green and brown last picture is really amazing. This said, all the pictures are really beautiful.
Thank you so much, Otto. 🙂
So you’ve had it again lately? We’ve been so darn cool that I’m longing for a bit of heat. I love that pic of the raindrop on the wild grass. You also made me think of my childhood fear of crossing bridges. Tried to cross a swinging bridge at a young age and it scarred me for life. Not cool when you have to cross the Mackinac Bridge to visit all your loved ones. Thanks for this post.
You’re welcome, Kathy. And thank you. 🙂
I had a swinging bridge incident at a young age, too. Those things are frightening! More so when you’re going across with someone who thinks it’s fun to make it swing. For most of my life I refused to walk across a bridge that didn’t look rock solid. About four years ago M and I encountered a swinging bridge on a hike and I stood watching as M walked across. I was frozen in fear (and not just because it was a cold, winter day). After many deep breaths and lots of picture taking, I stepped on the bridge. Heart pounding, I took a second step. I kept putting one foot in front of the other and before I knew it, I’d made my way across. Then I tried not to think about how I’d have to cross that bridge again to get back. You know what they say about crossing bridges before you come to them… lol!
The clouds and grain head? Wild grass – sorry, I’m not sure what it is – with the drop of water on it, are lovely. 🙂
Grain head, wild grass… I’m never sure what to call them either, Val. Thank you. 🙂
lol! Thank you, Nigel. 🙂
Something about bridges, just makes me reach for the post-processing software. See bridges have the same effect on you! Sweet!!!
I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels that way, Bo. 🙂
Just catching up. Some really fun experimentation here. Great stuff. Keep up the great work. 🙂
Thanks, Terry. 🙂
Just when I think it can’t get any better than a study/musing of bridges and passages, there’s the mossy tree full of life, nurturing, and ancient mysteries. Across one to the other.
Thank you, PhilosopherMouse. I’m glad you recognized it as another bridge. 🙂