Dixon’s Big Sky
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A tribute to one of my favorite American artists, Maynard Dixon. http://maynarddixon.org/ Although pegged as a “Western” painter, Maynard understood better than any other artist of his generation the overwhelming emotional power of standing before a “big sky”.
No time but the present.
I stitch together memories and regrets of the past and anticipation and anxiety about the future into an intricate thought tapestry that I call myself. Awakening is the simple realization that I am in reality just this moment and that there is no time but the present.
Moving Inland
Pay attention now.
See how much of waking life is spent removed from the present.
Lost in thought constructions, my own, and those constructed by others.
Unreal, yet so all absorbing it becomes my reality, my normal.
Illusion, self created self, consciousness.
Shhh, be still now.
Who is watching?
Just this now and nothing more.
Enter from here.
~ Jeff’s Zen Garden
Southern’s Sunset 11/1/14
My Uncle, Southern Calvin Courtney passed on this morning. Southern was born in 1927 and lived 87 full and energetic years. He was an avid hiker and was familiar with every trail in the Sierra Nevada and Angeles Crest. Now he has moved on to his last adventure, into high country, whereabouts unknown. Happy trails my friend.
I shot this sunset, looking west from the hacienda this evening, November 1st, 2014.
As We Are
A moment of magic photographed from my front yard looking west across the
Santa Clarita Valley. Late October, 2013
Avian Rapture
Considering how rapidly mankind has been eliminating all other life on our garden planet, I have been toying with the fantasy that other, more advanced and enlightened space travelers have been quietly visiting earth and spiriting away “samples” of other life forms before we wipe them off the planet forever. Just a fantasy I know, but it makes me feel a little better.
In reality, when it’s gone, it’s gone forever. Any other notion is just fantasy.
My Birthday Cloud
A little creative expression
for myself in celebration
of my 59th trip around
the sun.
January Sky
I was out mowing the lawn on a beautiful January morning. It had just rained the night before and the warming sun was filling the air with rising moisture. I looked up from my labors and this is what I beheld. I rushed back to the studio and did my best to capture the memory before it faded.
jeff's zen garden 