Musings

Wormhole

Wormhole by Becky Jaffe lo-res version

Eddy

mother dragonfly

Dragonfly lays her eggs on a leafy raft in the precarious place between sky and lake. Her long sleek body is an exclamation point punctuating the day.

Peace

Peace egret

Peace to all living things, including you, me, the great egret, and the unsuspecting fish darting between the great egret’s reedy legs.

Big Bang

Big Bang

I was curious to see what sparklers would look like when I photographed them. Here’s what they look like: like a supernova sea urchin, like enthusiasm, like fractals, like the Big Bang, like an irrepressible idea.

Dragonfly Season

dragonfly season

Dayenu

Dayenu

Ode to Common Things

homage to margaret bourke white

Ode to Common Things
by Pablo Neruda

I have a crazy,
crazy love of things.
I like pliers,
and scissors.
I love
cups,
rings,
and bowls –
not to speak, or course,
of hats.
I love
all things,
not just
the grandest,
also
the
infinite-
ly
small –
thimbles,
spurs,
plates,
and flower vases.
Oh yes,
the planet
is sublime!
It’s full of pipes
weaving
hand-held
through tobacco smoke,
and keys
and salt shakers –
everything,
I mean,
that is made
by the hand of man, every little thing:
shapely shoes,
and fabric,
and each new
bloodless birth
of gold,
eyeglasses
carpenter’s nails,
brushes,
clocks, compasses,
coins, and the so-soft
softness of chairs.
Mankind has
built
oh so many
perfect
things!
Built them of wool
and of wood,
of glass and
of rope:
remarkable
tables,
ships, and stairways.
I love
all
things,
not because they are
passionate
or sweet-smelling
but because,
I don’t know,
because
this ocean is yours,
and mine;
these buttons
and wheels
and little
forgotten
treasures,
fans upon
whose feathers
love has scattered
its blossoms
glasses, knives and
scissors –
all bear
the trace
of someone’s fingers
on their handle or surface,
the trace of a distant hand
lost
in the depths of forgetfulness.
I pause in houses,
streets and
elevators
touching things,
identifying objects
that I secretly covet;
this one because it rings,
that one because
it’s as soft
as the softness of a woman’s hip,
that one there for its deep-sea color,
and that one for its velvet feel.
O irrevocable
river
of things:
no one can say
that I loved
only
fish,
or the plants of the jungle and the field,
that I loved
only
those things that leap and climb, desire, and survive.
It’s not true:
many things conspired
to tell me the whole story.
Not only did they touch me,
or my hand touched them:
they were
so close
that they were a part
of my being,
they were so alive with me
that they lived half my life
and will die half my death.

Rainbow grasshopper

Rainbow grasshopper

The far-fetched, the improbable, and the whimsical are at play in the leaf litter.

Intertwined

Intertwined too

WWJLD

sentinel lo res

I spotted this Jesus Christ Lizard (so named because she walks on water) sunning herself in a shaft of light in the forest’s dark understory. I couldn’t help but wonder: What Would the Jesus Lizard Do?

 

Tangle

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I was supposed to be hard at work doing serious things, but then I noticed the linen hanging tape curled up in a tangle, and the interplay of light and shadow on the curved forms and you know how it is … the afternoon was derailed by beauty once again.

Papaya

papaya

This is the leaf that transforms sunlight and air into a voluptuous papaya. Like solar energy, awe is a renewable resource.

Exuberance

photosynthesis-exuberance

Is it just me, or is there a certain detectable exuberance to photosynthesis?

Pulchritude

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Poison-dart frog

poisonous-frog

Several of nature’s people

I know, and they know me;

I feel for them a transport

Of cordiality

– Emily Dickinson

Bunnies

bunnies

Fractal

fractal-thinking

Much of the botanical world appears to be mathematics incarnate. This fleshy fractal is my photographic ode to the Natural Order.

Stairway to Trader Joe’s

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Interconnected

interconnections

May we all feel interconnected in the web of being. May the light shine on our broken threads. May we mend and weave in 2017.

Fractal thinking

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Let It Rain

let-it-rain

Nymph

nymph

Photo by Becky Jaffe

“My dear young fellow,’ the Old-Green-Grasshopper said gently, ‘there are a whole lot of things in this world of ours you haven’t started wondering about yet.” – Roald Dahl

 

Scene & Herd

Scene and Heard

Photo by Becky Jaffe

Spathe and Spadix

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for Imogen Cunningham

“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.” – Leonard Cohen

Humpty dumpty