“a world where there are Octobers”

 

Through The Island Forest
Through The Island Forest by Douglas MooreZart – copyright 2016, all rights reserved. Original Fine Art Prints By Douglas MooreZart

 


“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”

L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables


In the mountains of southern California there is a lake with an island in its midst. Outside this island a majority of trees were consumed in a forest fire in 2003 (The infamous Cedar Fire).   Many of the trees had stood 200-300 or more years. But on the lake’s island you can still walk through a landscape of beautiful ancient oak and pine trees. On a fall day, as I walked the island’s edges, I came upon this spot-  a still standing glorious ancient survivor.  Autumn perfection – Fall color surrounds, the air is crisp and clear, migratory birds call above and the sun rests on the horizon.

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When they awoke each morning, they turned their teacups right side up saying “I’m still here!”

Autumn Equinox

“I was once told that certain spiritual masters in Tibet used to set their teacups upside down before they went to bed each night as a reminder that all life was impermanent.

Fall Equinox, original photo by Douglas Moorezart, copyright 2017, all rights reserve

And then, when they awoke each morning, they turned their teacups right side up again with the happy thought, ‘I’m still here!‘ This simple gesture was a wonderful reminder to celebrate every moment of the day.”

Susan Jeffers, Embracing Uncertainty


“Probe the earth to see where your main roots run.”

 

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Idyll- D. Moorezart c 2017, all rights reserved

“I do believe in simplicity. It is astonishing as well as sad, how many trivial affairs even the wisest thinks he must attend to in a day… So simplify the problem of life, distinguish the necessary and the real. Probe the earth to see where your main roots run. ”

― Henry David Thoreau

 

 

“It is always our conscious choice which secret garden we will tend”

“Both abundance and lack exist simultaneously in our lives, as parallel realities. It is always our conscious choice which secret garden we will tend”

Sarah Ban Breathnach

Within our garden in the high mountains of New Mexico is a 150 year old Pinyon tree.  Our first few years here we made a twice daily pilgrimage to sit beneath this beautiful tree — folding chair in one hand, espresso in the other.

We end up here in time to see the sun rise and the night’s mist vanish.  And in book-end symmetry at sunset we sit silent observers of the distant mountains set beneath an O’Keeffe sky of crimson, orange and purple.

One day a question arrived.  How about more permanent ‘season ticket seating’?  How about an old-fashioned tree swing? How about that branch there?  But it’s old like us and might break. Perhaps an arbor to support it – a little insurance.

Arbor done, swing hung, but something was missing. It needs some color doesn’t it?  Many colors had potential. All were considered and it took some time to settle on just one. The final choice of vibrant yellow worked perfectly, poetically.

All elements in balance now and for 310 days a year (give or take), this swing seems to levitate in the rising and setting sun, like a magic carpet….two performances daily.


The Yellow Swing - Douglas MooreZart - Fine Art Prints
The Yellow Swing – photography by  Douglas MooreZart – Fine Art Prints

 

 


 

No. 16 – Wish You Were Here

No. 16 - Wish You Were Here - D. Moorezart, copyright 2015 - PRINTS: http://fineartamerica.com/featured/no-16-wish-you-were-here-douglas-moorezart.html
No. 16 – Wish You Were Here – Original photogaphy by Douglas  Moorezart, copyright 2017. all rights reserved. Prints are available by clicking the image above.

Good retro morning to all from somewhere in Los Angeles, California!

Photo Dedicated to Ms. W. on the East Coast!

” Will it be here… a place which will not elude us ? “

On the Edge – original photography by Douglas Moorezart, copyright 2017, all rights reserved

“Will it be here that we shall find a place
which will not elude us, or which if it remains
does not exert on us a culpable attraction?

Or must we, leaning over the deck and
watching the shores glide by,
move forever onward?”

― André Gide, Urien’s Voyage

“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness…”

Dark and Light - D. Moorezart, c 2017, all rights reserved
Dark and Light – D. Moorezart, c 2017, all rights reserved

“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”

– Mary Oliver