Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
Walking Along the Way
When I was a senior in high school I met some classmates who belonged to the Baha'i Faith, and this was something new and intriguing. It seemed to go the next step beyond where I was at the moment, so I followed. I spent the next 32 years reading and studying and praying and meditating. And what I discovered in all that delving into what the Baha'i Faith was is that, in the end, it isn't the next step forward; there really isn't much difference between Baha'i and Christianity, or Baha'i and Judaism, or Baha'i and Islam. It's another man-made attempt to approach the divine, and in that attempt it claims a revelation and it establishes rules to control the actions and thinking of its adherents. What I had discovered was that it was time for me to get out and move on.
In the course of my life I've been an avid student of the world's religions, faiths, myths, etc. My personal library has all sorts of religious scriptures and books about religion, and covers everything from Native American beliefs and practices to Walter R. Martin's Kingdom of the Cults. There's even more on the hard drive of this computer, everything from the Zoroastrian Avesta to Guru Nanak's writings. And of course I'm addicted the the Internet Sacred Texts Archive, and every time they update their DVD-ROM to include everything they've added to the website, I pony up. So I'm well-read in the texts of the world's spiritual beliefs.
When I first left the Baha'i Faith to strike out on my own, I mostly hung out with neo-Pagans because the idea that all creation, including ourselves, is sacred appeals to me. Even now I celebrate the turning of the Wheel of the Year, and especially love Samhain and Yule, the central celebrations of the Autumn/Winter half of the year. And I have my personal altar with candles and incense and the requisite representations of the four elements - Earth, Air, Fire, and Water. But on that altar I also have: a homemade Lakota-style prayer stick; a Tibetan singing bowl; a Laughing Buddha figurine; a Ganesha figurine; seashells of all kinds; a bouquet of different kinds of bird feathers; and other things of that nature. I cover some pretty diverse territory on my altar. Why? Because it all represents the sacredness of everything to me.
Part of what I discovered in my post-Baha'i studies was Matthew Fox's Creation Spirituality, which, like my own and Pagan beliefs, centers on all creation being sacred. And one of the things Fox points out about the multitude and diversity of religious belief in this world is that we all try to define the divine by what we know, how we were brought up, where we live, etc. In his book One River, Many Wells he compared the world's religions to the five blind men of the Hindu story, who could only describe the elephant standing in front of them by the part that they had each grabbed: a leg, the trunk, the tail, an ear...
Now, I've always been a big fan of the Tao Te Ching, and one day while reading it, the first two verses all of a sudden said something to me:
The way that can be described is not the eternal Way.There it is! If you put a label on something, if you try to name or define it, you take away its sacredness. Do you know how freeing that discovery is? The Bible, the Tao Te Ching, the Qur'an, RumÃ's poetry, Matthew Fox's works, the lectures of Rinzai Gigeng, the Dhammapada, the Vedas, Stephen Hawking, Carl Sagan - it's all true, it's all part of the eternal jigsaw puzzle that is our understanding of the cosmos. But...
The name that can be spoken is not the eternal Name.
Nobody's standing over me claiming any of this as a definitive revelation. It doesn't try to enforce any rules or modes of thinking on me. I don’t join an organization to do it, and I don’t give it a name. I walk the Way without trying to describe it or name it. And in that I’m a free man, much more free than anybody sitting in a pew of a Sunday morning (while I’m out wandering in the woods and the salt marshes saying good morning to the birds).
And that freedom is such a divine gift!
© 2009 by A. Roy Hilbinger
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Theme Thursday - Kitchen
My kitchen reflected in the microwave's window (note the portrait of the artist in the lower right):
The next shot is a moody available light shot (with some Photoshop™ tweaking to enhance the mood) of my kitchen window:
This final shot is from last Summer, an entry in a photography group challenge for July of '08 - still life in black and white. This shot won me first place in the challenge:
And there you have it, my kitchen Theme Thursday.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
The Big Picture
I'm particularly proud of this shot. This is a White-Throated Sparrow who was flitting all around me in Ballard Park. I kind of aimed the camera in the general direction and got some shots off. This one worked:
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
A Photo and Two Birthdays
Two birthdays today. The first is that of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, otherwise known as Lewis Carroll. I found this interesting version of his poem Jabberwocky on YouTube.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Scenes from the Macro-World – Arachneae
A noiseless patient spider,
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
- Walt Whitman, "A Noiseless Patient Spider", Leaves of Grass, Book XXX
The gorgeous ladies pictured above are fine examples of Leucauge venusta, the Venusta Orchard Orbweaver spider, a tiny greenish dot to the naked eye, but under the macro lens she becomes a shimmering rainbow. These pictures were taken in 2006 and 2007 in Ballard Park, Newport, RI.
© 2006, 2007, & 2009 by A. Roy Hilbinger
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Icefall
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Sacred Nature
I don't think it can be done.
The world is sacred.
It can't be improved.
If you tamper with it, you'll ruin it.
If you treat it like an object, you'll lose it.
– Tao Te Ching, Chapter 29 (Mitchell translation)
Friday, January 23, 2009
A Nod to Andrew Wyeth
Constructions in Wood
The central observation platform in the Sachuest Point NWR
A fence section along the trail in the Sachuest Point NWR
The north observation platform in the Sachuest Point NWR
The visitors center in the Sachuest Point NWR
A dune fence on Sachuest Beach
© 2009 by A. Roy Hilbinger
Thursday, January 22, 2009
A Window
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
O! What a Day This Is!
There's much celebration going on in America on this day. The following are my contributions to the festivities.
Woodie Guthrie's This Land is Your Land
And of course, Beethoven's Ode to Joy
Monday, January 19, 2009
Fresh Snow
Ice wall in Ballard Park
A snowy trail in Ballard Park
Mallards in the snow along Gooseneck Cove at Hazard Rd.
More Mallards in the snow along Gooseneck Cove at Hazard Rd.
Gooseneck Cove Reflections - looking north from the Green Bridge
A female Red-fronted Merganser on Gooseneck Cove
A fairytale scene on Gooseneck Cove
A Mute Swan on Gooseneck Cove
A scene on Beacon Hill Rd.
Floating ice in Newport Harbor
Sunday, January 18, 2009
A thought for the day - Experience
don't let me just hear it.
Let it splash inside my chest!"
~ Jalál'ud-DÃn RumÃ, 1207 - 1273 CE
© 2009 by A. Roy Hilbinger
Saturday, January 17, 2009
The Art of Simplicity
The center of Wyeth's style is simplicity. Both line and composition were pared down to the bare minimum. His tendency to actually remove things that were originally in his view is a byword in the art community; the actual view painted in his Christina's World had a tree and another outbuilding, both of which he left out of his finished painting to increase the purity of line.
While I don't actually remove things in the photos I take, I do frame my shots to create as simple a composition as possible, and do a lot of cropping in Photoshop to the same effect. I also take a lot of macro shots, getting as close to the subject as possible, eliminating or reducing the background and surroundings as much as possible and homing in on the essence of the shot. A Zen-like simplicity is almost always the goal when my eye hits the viewfinder, and I truly believe that same simplicity was Andrew Wyeth's goal as he sat at his easel.
Rather than publish a retrospective of Andrew Wyeth's life and work, I thought I'd present an hommage with two photographic slideshows which focus on simplicity. Both videos were previously published on Gather.com.
Thank you, Andrew. You've left a legacy of inspiration that will be admired for all time.
© 2008, 2009 by A. Roy Hilbinger
Friday, January 16, 2009
"...shall all your cares beguile..."
"Music for a while shall all your cares beguile, wond'ring how your pains were eas'd, and disdaining to be pleas'd..." -from "Oedipus" by John Dryden
Limber-limbed, lazy god, stretched on the rock,
Where is sweet Echo, and where is your flock?
What are you making here? "Listen," said Pan, --
"Out of a river-reed music for man!"
-Pan Learns Music by Henry Van Dyke
Hara Shiva shankara, she shankar she kara,
Hara bom, hara bom, bom bom bolo.
Bhava bhayankara, girija shankara,
Dimi dimi dimi, taka nan tana kaylo.
- Hymn to Shiva, who plays his two-headed drum (dimi dimi dimi taka nan tana kaylo) to destroy the cosmos and create a new one.
© 2009 by A. Roy Hilbinger
Thursday, January 15, 2009
The Old Stone Tower in Snow
But of course, old towers being the mysterious figures they are, there are many romantic tales about the tower's origins. The most popular theory is that it was built by Vikings from Vinland, but the Portuguese have also laid claim to it, and even the Irish claim it was a church built by St. Brendan during his voyage to the West to evangelize Tir Nan Og.
So there it stands, atop the highest hill above Newport Harbor, in a grassy park on Bellevue Avenue, surrounded by picnickers on Summer Sundays. But it's Winter now, and catching it standing there in the swirling snow this morning led to this.
The Old Stone Tower in Snow
Old stone tower atop the hill.
Mystery, enigma, it stands silent
and tells no tales of its past.
And now in Winter it stands
shrouded in a swirl of
wind-blown snow.
For more information on Newport's Old Stone Tower you can visit its Wikipedia entry.
© 2009 by A. Roy Hilbinger
Sunday, January 11, 2009
A Long Winter's Nap
St. Mary's Cemetery
The Common Burying Ground
The Quaker Cemetery
The Clifton Burying Ground
Extra picture for the day:
Frozen Holly