The Other World

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There’s something about the structured mental work of teaching that allows for a quiet daily river of creativity, but it is only after I’ve been “on vacation” for a couple weeks that I begin to feel

the wild bird of imagination beginning to flap its wings a little harder, seeking lift off.

wildbirdofimagination

At a certain point, I feel myself heading for the full flow of that river of air, and everything I do or see or write becomes an opportunity to create. Some soul wind comes up under my wings, and I feel like I’m going to get somewhere this time.

Chance favors the prepared photographer, and this was a very magical journey to another world.

Hence, this little two mile walk out around the ponds and back turned out to be at exactly the hour of the setting sun, which has moved its scheduled setting back a little since Solstice to coincide with my daily journey out over the Willamette River and back.

Chance favors the prepared photographer, and this was a very magical journey to another world of fire and water.

Have you explored the Other World in your neighborhood? Who lives there? What are its secrets? Tell me if you know!

And oh. School starts again on Monday.

Music is Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto (he only wrote one) played by Joshua Bell.

3 Replies to “The Other World”

  1. Exquisite. You captured the essence of that evening walk perfectly… exactly the way I feel when I’m out with my camera exploring my “other world” around my neighborhood. No matter how often I walk the same paths, I see new and unexpected things. It is never the same; there are so many nuances to capture involving weather, light, my own moods, the time of day or season, people, critters, the list is endless. And so I return home having discovered a new world…

  2. Sandy, this is my first visit to your website but I can tell that I will return to explore, be inspired, and learn from you. What a welcoming and inclusive approach you have, by inviting us to become your companions and asking us about the secrets in our own neighborhoods. They change with the seasons, as you know, but are always accompanied by the deep resonance of the great mystery.

    I’m new to digital storytelling, having enrolled in a class to push myself to learn new techniques to tell family stories. Bryan Alexander’s assigned textbook for the class led me indirectly to your site. Thanks to both of you for guidance along the way!

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