My favorite images to make often have deeper unstated meanings that can only be understood through a cultural lens. That cultural aspect is one deeply rooted in my Ojibway blood. Yet these meanings I have found are also universal in nature. This image in particular, I thought on reflection, is one of nurturing. The earth mother reminds us of the healing power of water. The presence of the moon is the grandmother watching over us, guiding the healing waters as they wash over the land. And finally the rock is our grandfathers with stories stored inside that are revealed in piercing heat of steam.
Last night was cold. So cold I wanted to stay in, yet the light called me to the halo hanging high in the sky. I went out into the yard and it was beautiful, and the light called me further. Into the car and down the hill not far from from home. Fantastic clouds stretching across the sky. In the field, the tree always teasing me with it's ideas. I always thought of it as two halves of brain. A lot of ideas come from this place. The light calls further. I had never walked to the tree, but here I am in the dead of winter. The tree of ideas calls. Ever closer the tree brings me. I call it one tree because that is what it is to me, symbiotic, intertwined, interdependent, like life. This is the Good Life. I had the pleasure of sharing this image on facebook and see it speak to me in a similar manner and deeper. It has reminded me deeply of spiritual things. I thank all of you for sharing your words.
Split features in the landscape. Last evening at Lake St. John.
