Wednesday, November 26, 2014

just is

Little Landscape

by Charles Wright

To lighten the language up, or to dark it back down
Becomes the blade edge we totter on.
To say what is true and clean,
to say what is secret and underground,
                                                        To say the things joy can’t requite, and to say them well …

This is the first conundrum.
The second is like unto it,
                                           the world is a link and a like:
One falls and all falls.
In this last light from midsummer’s week,
                                                                    who knows which way to go?

The great blue heron wheels up the meadow
                                                                          and folds into Basin Creek.
Only the fish know which angle his shadow will make.
And what they know is not what he knows,
Which is neither light nor dark nor joy,
                                                                           but is just is, just is.


So the poem above. This is why I keep going back to Charles Wright. He lays out the conundrum. And it's true that when you're writing poetry you're on the edge - do you move further into darkness, or bring out the light? Interestingly this is always the conundrum with photographs, too. The choices in the processing of a photo: to make the shadows more prominent, how much light to bring up. There's the choice to sharpen the edges of things, or to lower the contrast and soften the image. 

Who knows which way to go?

How to inhabit what just is?

These photos were taken on the road between Banff and Calgary. You can see the mountains in the distance in many of them.

The fog was hugging the low spots and was so lovely especially in the places where there was also frost. 

In this last photo,  I would have dearly liked to stop and take more photos of the theme park, but between the frost and fog, the slippery road, and the traffic, it wasn't really a good idea. And so this one was taken from the car moving at 100 km per hour. Still gives a bit of the eerie feeling, I hope.  


  1. Gorgeous photos, and I love the way you connected the poem to photography. Makes so much sense.

  2. Oh yes, I feel the goosebumps forming! These images are surreal and very beautiful!


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