Photo-a-day:365 Aug/Sept

Day 163:
Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It is already tomorrow in Australia.
-Charles M. Schulz

Day 164

Day 165: Garden Mandala

No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth, and no culture comparable to that of the garden.
-Thomas Jefferson

Day 166: Bodhi and the 108 Petals

My son (and his father, and his father before him) is very influenced by the number 9, and therefore 3s. He was born 1/3 of the year away from his papa's birthday, on the 18th day (1+8=9) of the 5th month of the 13th year of the millenia (5+1+3=9). Today (9/3), he is 108 days old, or 3 months, 3 weeks and 3 days.

Day 167:
Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage.
-Richard Lovelace

Day 168:

The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
-Henry Valentine Miller

Day 169: Worked all weekend at the studio for Bliss Fest!

Drums before the storm

Day 170: Studio BLUE Bliss Fest, Restorative Demo

Day 171

Day 172: My new favorite food

I won't eat any cereal that doesn't turn the milk purple.
-Bill Watterson

Day 173: “The rain to the wind said,
You push and I'll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged--though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.”
― Robert Frost

Day 174: Arroyo Squirrel

If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence.
-George Eliot

Day 175:
It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.
-C. S. Lewis

Day 176: Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn, hundreds of bees in the purple clover, hundreds of butterflies on the lawn, but only one mother the wide world over.
- George Cooper

Day 177:
Hadn't had any problems with these guys eating my tomato plants yet this year. Guess I wasn't paying close attention these last couple days - went out this morning and found six! All on one plant, various sizes.

"There are various eyes. Even the Sphinx has eyes: and as a result there are various truths, and as a result there is no truth."
-Friedrich Nietzsche

Day 178: Fairie Reflecting Pool

The experience of bliss will give you an insight into the very phenomenon of beauty. Not only does it make you beautiful, it suddenly transforms the whole world. The whole world becomes beautiful because the world reflects you, it is a mirror.
-Osho

Day 179: Teenagers grabbing each others crotches, hickey necklaces, obese children, fried EVERYTHING (bread, moon pies, oreos, fruity pebbles, pop tarts...), carnies... too much entertainment for $1 today...

A fair is a veritable smorgasbord orgasbord orgasbord
After the crowds have ceased
Each night when the lights go out
It can be found on the ground all around
Oh, what a ratly feast!

Melon rinds and bits of hotdogs
Cookie crumbs and rotton cotton candy
Melted ice cream, mustard dripplings
Moldy goodies everywhere

Lots of popcorn, apple cores
Bananna peels and soggy sadwiches
And gobs of gorgeous gook to gobble at the fair

A fair is a veritable smorgasbord orgasbord orgasbord
After the gates are shut
Each night when the lights go out
It can be found on the ground all around
That's where a rat can glut, glut, glut, glut!

-Templeton the Rat

Day 180:
I think I did pretty well, considering I started out with nothing but a bunch of blank paper.
-Steve Martin

Day 181:
“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured."
- Hermann Hesse

Day 182:
I think this journal will be disadvantageous for me, for I spend my time now like a spider spinning my own entrails.
-Mary Boykin Chesnut

Day 183:
I had the high top fade with the steps on the side
I had the two finger ring, rag top on the ride
I had the sheep skin, name
Belt, Lee suit, Kangol, acid wash Vasco, chicken and waffle
Back Stacey, they called me, "Black Stacey"
I never got to be myself 'cause to myself
I always was, Black Stacey, in polka dots and Paisley
A double goose and Bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me
I was black Stacey the preachers' son from Haiti
Who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party
I was black Stacey
You thought it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid
- Saul Williams - from "Black Stacey"

Day 184: Alfalfa tranquility

Day 185: Equinox food for the soul

On this day of equal night and day, smoothies of chia, tuna (no, not the fish - cactus fruit ... ) and ginger. For energy and grounding.

Day 186: Stain Yantra - from a waterstained piece of paper I found... Art is EVERYWHERE!

Day 187: "They are the pivotal center upon which all things are made and provide visual doorways into the unknown, appearing as trees, rocks, and even in the faces of our loved ones."

Day 188: "If you hear a voice within you say you cannot paint, then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced."
-Vincent Van Gogh

...then decided to paint the second story window with their milkshake...

Day 189: Power lines and plane

“People who walk across dark bridges, past saints,
with dim, small lights.
Clouds which move across gray skies
past churches
with towers darkened in the dusk.
One who leans against granite railing
gazing into the evening waters,
His hands resting on old stones.”
― Franz Kafka