Interlude of Images: Land of Sky
Dear Friends and Family,
The place I call home is often called the “Land of Sky.”1 Perhaps you will see in today’s Interlude of Images why this is so.
On Friday, as I wandered the blue ridges of these Southern Appalachian Mountains, dawn to dusk, the fleeting infinite gave all on an endless sigh.
It touched me as if to be imagistic refrain to our recent conversation on poetics and the creative energies of the universe pouring through all of life.
. . .
See how it touches you.
See slowly, if you may, and with pause
(from your desktop browser, if possible, where the images fill the page).
. . .
I leave you now with a hush
and a whisper of wind
on the breath
1
From the title of a novel, "The Land of the Sky" by Frances Christine Fisher Tiernan, under the pen name Christian Reid.
Beautiful pictures Renée. Thank you as always for your exquisite sensitivities and taste. Your pictures once again remind me of how stunningly beautiful a place I live in; and never to be taken for granted. "I don't have to go to sacred places in far off lands. This ground I stand on is holy. Here in this little garden I tend my pilgrimage ends. The wild honeybees, the hummingbird moths, the flickering fireflies at dusk, are a microcosm of the universe. Each spade of soil, each seed that grows, is full of miracles. And I toil and sweat, and watch and wonder, and am full of love living in this place; for truth and beauty dwell here."--Mary de la Vallette.
So beautiful, Renee. I am reminded of my home state of Montana and its moniker, "big sky country." Ivan Doig, who grew up in Montana, wrote a memoir called This House of Sky, which I think of often in reference to that place.