Saturday, June 28, 2014

The long and winding road.

Scenes and images bring back memories. This one at El Dorado reminds me of the Beatles' Long and Winding Road from their 1969 farewell album, Abbey Road.

 I thought I might use a few Photoshop filters to see the scene from a slightly different perspective.

Thursday, June 26, 2014

How to get to St. Mary's Glacier near a town called Alice

I am always reminded of this old joke when someone asks for directions. 

Tourist in NYC asks a New Yorker how to get to Carnegie Hall. The New Yorker, without missing a beat says, "Practice, practice, paractice."

I suppose the same can be said for how we obtain success and happiness, only change the answer to "Persevere".

The old man is back from vacation in Colorado. This pic was taken on the way up to St. Mary's Glacier near  town called Alice. I wonder what stories this old tree might tell - of those who have passed by, where they have gone, and where they are now.

St. Mary's Glacier
The view from the top is peaceful and beautiful, but you have to persevere to get there. Even in summer the mountain is covered in snow (after all, they call it St. Mary's Glacier) and the climb is slippery and steady to the top.

How to get there.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Valley of the Blind

The Valley of the Blind 

In the Valley of the Blind 
A One-eyed man is King 
For he that sees half as much 
Sees far more than those 
Who care to see not at all 

Careful, what you say 

I see, said the One-eyed man 

See? They said perplexed 

What is ‘to see’ to those 
Who have no eyes nor ears 
To see or hear the truth 

The truth, said he
Stares you in the face 
‘Tis plain to those like me who see 

'Tis better, said they

To truly feel what’s real 

Nothing else makes sense

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Breakfast with Socrates

Breakfast with Socrates

Scene: The old man is alone on his back porch sipping his coffee. The sun comes up. He holds the cup in his two hands as if he is cradling a fledgling bird. He gazes out over the cup at nothing in particular. It is June and the sky is blue the trees green. There is the sound of birds singing. It is a beautiful new day.

The Old Man: [Talking to himself] Okay, we have all heard it a million times, ‘Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result is insanity.’ 

Well, if that is the definition of insanity, I am all for it. Take Old Tom Edison for example, how many times did he tinker with the light bulb before getting it to light up. And all the while his wife was whispering in his ear, ‘Just give up. This is crazy. Tom, I need my sleep, blow out the candle and go to bed.’

This is the way I see it: there are all kinds of crazy including crazy in love, but that one, unlike the others, passes.

Crazy, how about paying five bucks for a bottle of water? Ask Tom Edison and his wife about that one. And this year this planet is going to buy over 30 billion bottles of it. That’s crazy, but who’s to argue.

Crazy, after all, is just a matter of opinion. You are crazy to wear an orange shirt with blue shoes. Well, Vincent Van Gogh liked orange and blue, and what did that get him? Hey, did you know that Van Gogh’s painting of a bunch of sunflowers raked in a cool 39 million dollars? And his arrangement of irises that he painted while in the nut house at St, Remy got 53 million. Turns out, back then, that everyone but Van Gogh was crazy.

Socrates says insanity is something like a divine release of the soul from custom and convention. No, actually he didn’t say that. I heard it in a play on Broadway. But he should have said that. No, he stuck to the party line that madness is something the gods give you for pissing them off. And what did Socrates get for his opinions, a complaining wife and a cup of hemlock.