TRIUMPH OF SPIRIT IN LOVE, NATURE & ART

Posts tagged “Line

The Spirit of Snow

The Spirit of snow

highlights the love of line

the loving grace of trees in winter

bare and spiritual

the horses a gift of color

in otherwise black and white


Verticalia

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Naked trees reach

upwards toward the sky

in pursuit of our Creator

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Trees dressed in flowers

 turn our eyes skyward

to gaze at cottony clouds

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Church towers

carry our sight

to the bright blue heavens

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as we stand

gazing

in unparalleled awe.


Maya in Nature and the Nature of Maya

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If one looks at nature abstractly, one can see it is made up of line, color and form. Plato spoke of “form“. And Indian philosophy talks of Maya, the consensual reality that is a dream of our mortal bodies.  Yogananda warns us not to get caught up in Maya and how easy it is to see it as real.
My photograph is a homage to the Abstract Expressionist artist, Mark Rothko, a hero of sorts for me.  He was reaching for spirituality, too, but did not follow Hindu thought.  However, in his paintings, which I try to  emulate in photography, one can see color, shape and form. This is a step away from the dream of life or “Maya” and a step towards the spiritual.
Next time, when looking at nature, try looking beyond the scene to the formal elements, and see how the dream of life is a delusion in which our minds spend most of their time.

Iced Reflections

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The fluid, monochromatic, abstract form of the ice

Over the intricate, colored lattice work of the reflections of trees

Water in its various states each with its mysterious qualities.


The Microcosm and the Macrocosm

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Grace flows through the limbs of a tree reaching skyward, its intricate patterns of branches pleasing the eye– just as grace flows through the orderly,  spikey branches of frost on a window.

Patterns repeated ad infinitum in all creation.

A microcosm of the macrocosm and a macrocosm of the microcosm.

God’s breath breathes through all.

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