the world of dew is a world of dew....

9:02 AM Posted by James Owens




the momentary sky
in this drop of dew

will return to the sky,
will be lost there

what is joy --
definition or release?

16 comments:

Lady Jo said...

très belle photo James, je te souhaite un très beau week end de la Pentecôte et à plus.
Chez nous le soleil est de retour.....

Anne said...

A whole world in a little drop, this is a beautiful thought. "What is joy?" Maybe joy is there and it's enough to feel it.
Anne

James Owens said...

Lady Jo: Issa écrit (mal traduit, j’en suis sûre )

‘le monde de la rosée
est le monde de la rosée --
mais … mais …. “

Nous nous trouvons dans la brisure, entre les “mais”….

Un bon dimanche à toi!

James Owens said...

Anne: Yes, I think joy can only be felt, not described or analyzed -- this is what makes it different from pleasure. It is beyond words -- which is one of the meanings of “joy.”

James Owens said...

Aripi de fluture: Issa scrie (mi-e teamă că este o traducere rău)

“lumea de roua
este lumea de roua --
dar… dar….”

Suntem în golul între “dar” și “dar“....

James said...

One of the great things about photography is you can capture a beautiful but fleeting moment and share it with others all over the world for years to come.
I'm glad that shared this.

S. Etole said...

in the small things there is great wealth ...

Marion said...

Beautiful, like looking through the looking glass, if only we could jump into the dew drop world!

Roxana said...

an image can make us feel this joy, but it cannot ask the question: what is joy? (which means that we are already not there any more, that the breaking, the drifting-away has already happened) - this is at once the privilege and the weakness of speech, isn't it?

wonderful -

the tour guide said...

i love the shot..it captured the dew

James Owens said...

James: Indeed, one thing that fascinates me in photography is this tension between image and event. We know that the image we are looking at is only one infinitely small moment in the ongoing tumble of what is happening -- it did not exist in the instant before and is gone in the next instant -- and I think of French instantanés, snapshots -- but it creates and opening for us, we can always return, through the image, back into that moment in the chaotic flow of things, a kind of circular motion ... a mystery....


Susan: I am drawn to the small things, a world in a grain of sand....


Marion: Yes, if only we could :-) What would it be like, looking out, from there, at this world?


Roxana: You say this beautifully. I think it is this brokenness that makes us human. Art comes from the longing for the perfect clarity of the speech of the angels -- a clarity which, if we achieved it, would erase us (and sometimes I yearn for such an erasure). The angels do not write poetry....

S. Etole said...

perhaps the angels are poetry ... in action {I always have to return as I enjoy your comments}

Meg S. said...

I love this! I especially love the point you make, "the image we are looking at is only one infinitely small moment in the ongoing tumble of what is happening -- it did not exist in the instant before and is gone in the next instant." This is beautifully stated. I love these moments. These are the moments I thrive on. Thank you for sharing!

D.M. SOLIS said...

Truly amazing images throughout. The robin's eggs must be my favorite. So beautiful. Thank you for this mini retreat today. I think the poet Blake would have loved your blog. Peace,

Diane

Anna said...

James, so little words yet inspirational poem. Your photography and poem are in perfect unity! Anna :)