They Just Think They Got Away

The morning coffee klatch.  Warming up for a day of soaring.  And, of course, finding nasty things upon which to dine.

Did you know that Turkey Vultures are quite talkative?  They are.

Oh this is my current favorite shot.  Love those feet in the morning light.  I could never plan for such a shot, that is for sure.

Here is my Raven friend, busily avoiding me.  I am sure that they know who I am, as they seem to hover about, and fly off as soon as I roll to a stop.  It is entirely too orchestrated to be accidental.  One day I think that I will invest in a tasty sandwich and place it upon the hood of my car and wait for them.  Then, CLICK! I will have my Raven.  Heee hee.  We shall see.

This is a pretty good shot.  Interesting composition.

Next time I will catch him flying the other direction.

On this trip home from The Lake I also saw a Bobcat!  A beautiful, healthy and rather large one loped across the road in front of my car.  I watched it leap out of the grass, and was so stunned I was unable to pick up the camera.  It crossed the road, and as it leaped into the brush, it looked back over its shoulder at me.  I cannot help but feel that these critters know me.  Perhaps one day each will hold still long enough for me to get my shot.  Neither Luna nor Emerson even noticed the cat, being satiated from their swim.

I am fascinated with the big black birds.  Wildlife and animals in general are my favorite subjects, whether to read/research or to follow with my camera.  My paintings are progressing, Our Lady Guadalupe guides me right now into realms I never knew existed.

It is peaceful in these realms.  Colorful, quiet, and soothing.

Love & hugs.
LPC

Holy Encounter

When you meet anyone, remember it is a holy encounter.  As you see him, you will see yourself.  As you treat him, you will treat yourself.  As you think of him, you will think of yourself.  Never forget this, for in him you will find yourself or lose yourself.   ...from A Course In Miracles.

  

Loving all of it:  Trash.  Heartache.  Wishing-it/this-were-different.  Love encompasses the messed-up as well as the possibilities.

It is not easy for me to love trash.  Litter literally sends me off the deep end.  My pockets are always full of stuff I pick up, from fish hooks through plastic bags.  There is a lot of trash in between, let me assure you.  Martyr I am not:  I grouse and grumble and write scathing horrible rants.  Oh, and I complain.

Now, I have started taking photos of everything that I see.  A miracle moves into the viewfinder, up my nose, and voila!  I'm in love.  Maybe not rhapsodising; I mean how gorgeous is a mattress and box springs thrown into a houseless 1900 cellar with last year's Xmas tree?

I admit, the little graffiti guy is just kinda cute.  Something happens in there, framing the scene in front of me brings focus.  With the focus comes new awareness.  

Old stuff, garbage, whatever... shifts with conscious seeing.  In 1970ish a book came out called "The Zen of Seeing" (I just went and picked it off the shelf: 1973 to be exact, AND I paid $3.45 for it!!!).  The author quotes Meister Eckhart, "The eye with which I see God is the same eye with which God sees me."  Spirit living within me is in this with me!  Today I look gently upon the day, and all that this day holds.

xoxoLC