SHADOW HANDS

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This shadow picture reminded me of Robinson Jeffers, a poet I ran across when I was reading philosophy as an undergraduate. Robinson Jeffers inspired many eco-poets. His work celebrates the enduring beauty of sea, sky...the world of nature and strives to create a vision of  that world in which human experience is questioned, qualified, and even decentered. Jeffers’ efforts to shift “emphasis and significance from man to not-man” is central to both his poetry and his personal philosophy.

Here's a link if you want to see an image of the hands "Inside a cave in a narrow canyon near Tassajara" : http://www.ventanawild.org/news/fe99/caves.html

 Hands

By Robinson Jeffers 1887–1962

Inside a cave in a narrow canyon near Tassajara

The vault of rock is painted with hands,

A multitude of hands in the twilight, a cloud of men’s palms, no more,

No other picture. There’s no one to say

Whether the brown shy quiet people who are dead intended

Religion or magic, or made their tracings

In the idleness of art; but over the division of years these careful

Signs-manual are now like a sealed message

Saying: “Look: we also were human; we had hands, not paws. All hail

You people with the cleverer hands, our supplanters

In the beautiful country; enjoy her a season, her beauty, and come down

And be supplanted; for you also are human.”

A LECTURE UPON THE SHADOW

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Photo by: gogitoo

A LECTURE UPON A SHADOW by John Donne

Stand still, and I will read to thee
A lecture, love, in love's philosophy.
These three hours that we have spent,
Walking here, two shadows went,
Along with us, which we ourselves produced.
But, now the sun is just above our head,
We do those shadows tread,
And to brave clearness all things are reduced.
So whilst our infant loves did grow,
Disguises did, and shadows flow,
From us, and our cares; but now 'tis not so.
That love has not attained the highest degree,
Which is still diligent lest others see.

Except our loves at this noon stay,
We shall new shadows make the other way.
As the first were  made to blind
Others, these which come behind
Will work upon ourselves, and blind our eyes.
If our loves faint, and westwardly decline,
To me thou, falsely, thine,
And I to thee mine actions shall disguise.
The morning shadows wear away,
But these grow longer all the day;
But oh, love's day is short, if love decay.
Love is a growing, or full constant light,
And his first minute, after noon, is night.

LEADED GLASS MIRAGE

There is nothing hanging on this door.This is all reflection and shadow. I colorized it. It looks like leaded glass.

CENTERED SHADOWS

This was taken on a cold, spring day at the Seattle Center. Everything was centered. The railing, the human shadows. Nothing more remarkeable than that about this picture. I just like it.

TRAPEZOID SHADOW MEMORY

This shadow brought a memory into my mind of my geometry class. That was a time long ago somewhere in a Los Angeles suburban high school.

I remember  there was an albino male student who sat directly across from me in that class. His hair was long and white and braided in a single braid. I still remember his face. I have never once thought of him until I stared at this shadow picture.

SHADOW DECOR

My modest old home was graced with this lovely shadow image one summer morning. I was transfixed by it and am so glad my camera was charged and ready for me to make this picture. Do you ever see any beautiful shadows in your house?

MEMORIES DANCING

Shadows Dancing: Link: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Have_You_Ever_Seen_the_Shadows_Dance%3F

I wondered what this elderly man and woman walking away from one another were thinking.

This image inspried me to write these few lines:

                                        

MEMORIES DANCING

I wonder if memories are ever lost

Or if they simply take a turn and go dancing

Out of reach, lost in the twirl of shadow 

But still memorized in the senses