Trying not to spook then, I snuck up on this herd of Long-necked App-Operated Scooters (annoyus pedestrianius) quietly grazing at a curbside. It must be mating season since their numbers seem to be increasing on a daily basis. Soon many human wranglers will attempt to ride them, scattering the terrified Scooters in all directions on streets and sidewalks, thus endangering the populace. Our only hope is that these creatures will soon migrate on to greener streets.
I met some new friends today. These are residents of the South Bay Wildlife Rehab.
I do not know if ladybugs sleep, but this Lady seems to be dozing while the rest of the garden awakens to spring.
When the sunlight glows low and soft through the window, and the time of day is slow and considered– when the conditions are just so– even the most ordinary objects have a sacred luminescence.
The amazing thing about writers, poets, artists, — creators of all kinds– is that we have the innate ability to observe the world around us and feel wonder. Wonderment is as important a tool as pens, brushes, cameras, and musical instruments. Here is a poem I wrote 22 years ago, and I think it explains this.
Peering at the World through Cat’s Eyes
To meditate like a cat,
Poised, enigmatic, sphinx-like,
on a redwood deck
watching morning sun splinter
sniffing the fading
night scents of jasmine,
listening to rising
birdsongs and strong steps
of mistress in the kitchen,
to meditate on such as this
in stillness, in silence,
peering at the world
with golden almond-split eyes,
is to watch it crack
open and display
its wonderous beauty.
ljgloyd, 1996, 2018
Many, MANY, years ago, I took an astronomy class in college. I had the opportunity then to attach my dad’s 35mm SLR Canon to a reflecting telescope with a tracking motor. I was able to snap a few shots of this half moon. Though I don’t recall doing it, it appears that I manipulated this particular image at some point after I learned Photoshop since the background and overall color the image seem enhanced (from black to indigo). The star field may have been helped along a bit by Adobe, but the moon photo is all mine.
ljgloyd (c) 1978, 2018
If you do a google search for “moon”, you will get back 347 million results. The results range for this morning’s rare occurrence, to songs and stories about her, to her effects on tides, to her as a theme for a popular video gaming system.
She is everywhere in our cultures.
Luna is part of our past through our legends and mythologies.
She is with us in our present. Scientists will tell us that the moon has absolutely no effect on human behavior or psychology , yet many of us believe it does. Furthermore, she is a part of inner-most selves. Some in the psychological field see the moon as a symbol of the unconscious, the feminine principle in our psyches, and even representative of our “shadow” selves.
The moon, according to some, is even a part of our future. She is a part of prophecy.
It would seem that Mistress Moon serves as a conveyor of all that is human.
Text and image: ljgloyd (c) 2018