April 23, 2018. Yesterday, a poem I read sent me searching through old photographs looking for a specific dress worn in high school. I found it! But only in black and white. The memories, like the trigger for this search, are yellow. Vivid yellow. Same yellow as the Chiapas sage in my yard, which I resolved to let stand-in for the dress. When I found the photograph, I decided to layer dress and blooms – hence the strange collage.
This morning I opened Word-Of-The-Day to Cathexis (Analyst perspective) — investing psychic or emotional energy in a person, object, or idea. I certainly have these past 24 hours! Cathexis (Poet perspective) — holding onto associations, such as with a color (perhaps yellow).
This poem is a mindful reflection on the significance of simple things, like a dress, in defining memories – and likely spreading associations to future encounters.
Read Robert Okaji’s poem Yellow, Lost at https://robertokaji.com/2018/04/23/yellow-lost/
April 7, 2018. I’ve been playing with a new macro photography lens, happily excited by some of the “captures”. I am far from professional equipment, but now closer to a shareable visual of details that attracted my imagination. This image is a passion flower vine tendril dangling mid air, tangling onto itself for lack of anything else to grasp. These grow on a trellis by our front gate – leave town for a few weeks, and the gate will be laced shut on return. Had I stood still a couple of hours, this one might well have grabbed more than my imagination.
I considered collaging in a ladybug … but will leave that to your imagination ….
March 31, 2018. March blows Spring into Central Texas – bringing wildflowers and fresh leaves. And in the garden, poppies! We planted seeds once and now we collect seeds to give away – our poppies keep popping back year to year. They are a mix of red and pink, big and small, and they are prolific. But each bloom is brief. And each worthy a portrait, my excuse to frequently indulge my photography urges.
I lucked onto one “about to pop” and caught the sequence. Apart from borders and the stand-in downward bud, all images are of the same poppy. All but the full bloom, in the span of about 5 minutes. The fully opened bloom is an hour or so later.
A delight to watch the unfolding!
March 25, 2018. This is messy time of year in Central Texas – live oaks drop all their leaves and then immediately begin “blooming” and dusting everything with their yellow pollen. Might as well wait for it to finish before trying to clean up.
Today I found this green anole on the hood of our black truck – perhaps drawn to the hue of the pollen? Perhaps struck by the reflection surrounding him? The perfect icon for Central Texas Spring, and decidedly in an extended pause. Perhaps contemplating source?
March 16, 2018. This poem emerged while studying Zen poets – mostly male, but one female poet made the syllabus. Otagaki Rengetsu (1791–1875) became a Japanese Buddhist nun and one of the country’s most respected female artists – combining her poetry, calligraphy, and pottery. She learned from Kyoto potters and decorated her rough and rugged bowls, cups, and other vessels with her poetry, either painted on or scored into the clay in flowing calligraphy. Orders from tea masters and others kept her very busy. This collage of found images shows both her pottery and calligraphy styles.
March 10, 2018. I spent February studying Zen poetry – reading many of the classics and writing to suggested prompts. Lorraine “Bird” Mejia is a skilled online teacher and manages to pull things from me I did not expect. True with the Zen writing, for sure. But one of the exercises took me a bit off-prompt, smack dab back to the New Mexico mountain where we camp every August – specifically, back to the “snag” (a tree dead but standing, top broken off) where I sit in solitude. I posted about that snag in 2015, and here I repeat that earlier poem followed by my “Zenish” perception. One snag, two takes.
Who knows? There could be more snag poems to emerge …
February 26, 2018. A good friend has been holding the ashes of her cat Sally for a long, long time – unsure any of her places were long-term. That’s become clearer and clearer, and she asked if I had a place in our yard for Sally. Yes. And a place in my heart. A kinetic sculpture gifted by my friend at the time of her latest move marks the spot. Although Sally never saw the sculpture, I sense her energy and that of my friend coming together. It’s Spring, season for new flower beds. And a bed for Sally. The collage pulls the overall scene into a single frame. This post honors my friend, and Sally.