falling…


i remember falling
back
leaves cushioning
encompassing
dusting up
the scent of decay
burning in the sunbeams

golden
auburn hues
i lie there

inhaling autumnal senses…
and listening…

winter preparing
buzzing and chattering
rustling

leaves taunting the wind
crunching under tiny feet
such chatty chipmunks
dashing up down all around
blue water waving by
floating the yearnings of a lone loon
looking up to the hemlock tops
crow’s warning…

“the leaves in the deep green wood
                                                        are now brown and gold…”
Dave Francis & Mairi Campbell from their haunting song Smile or Cry (on their Greengold album).
a deeply memorable photographic exhibit i experienced a number of years ago captured arrangements of flowers at the most beautiful moment of decay… when the colours are so deeply intense… and the curling dance of petals and leaves and stems twist and writhe into themselves…
i could have wept for the beauty…
of browns… and golds…







reds oranges yellows greens blues indigo violets…
and a lethargic bumble bee.
fall’s rainbow
falling… 
falling…
falling



(all photos by Shar / taken in Muskoka, Ontario / October 9/11 except the red wheelbarrow photo taken Fall 2010)
(Mairi Campbell & Dave Francis, wonderful musicians living in Scotland http://www.the-cast.org.uk)



exhale

breath… out.


i have arrived…


seven weeks
i drove
looked
listened
noticed
played
taught
adventured
drove
and… drove more.
seven weeks


SEVEN! weeks living in the inbetween… the place between moments: the journey west… the congress week of practising, rehearsing, giving concerts, listening to inspiring concerts, hanging with friends… the vancouver island adventures… the journey north… the week of teaching… the drive and the hang until the photo shoot and the next concert… and… the drive home.



it was about being wherever i found myself…
noticing that moment… and into the next…
listening to the vibration of a harp string…
not just the attack of the pluck…
and simply… putting one foot infront of the other
into the between.



i began this photographic blog…
so that i wouldn’t fall asleep
driving the multitude of hours
from the “east”
to the west.
to keep my mind active
alert
thinking
looking
wondering
noticing


listening.


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and isn’t it ironic that my final blog entry (September 9th) filled my photograph cache to the amount allowed free…
i created this blog for my trip…
and the boundaries of the universe… and blogspot… gave me space for just that.

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and so


i return as i began…


wondering


exhaling… from the inhale…


wandering in the between…


exhaling… fully…


in preparation for what will float along on the approaching inhalation…