Relative Something

*this* John W. Hays’ take on things and experiences

Posts Tagged ‘mystery

Touch

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I missed it
when some sort of chance
snuck past
silently
snow flakes falling
fearlessly
without even knowing
I reached out
through everything
that was nothing
hoping to touch
a mystery
to feel what it’s like
a perfect reality
that laughs
and loves
while I was thinking
simply
in a moment
I should have been
feeling

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Written by johnwhays

November 12, 2017 at 10:50 am

Crazy

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yes
it feels crazy
like my storage is almost full
like my tires are getting thin
like grass growing faster than time
time that warps
unapologetically
the way water flows
unrelenting
the way love transcends
mysterious –yet not
not at all really
universal
like smiles
a language no one doesn’t understand
coming through loud and clear
without making
a single sound
unencumbered
by crass ulterior motives
seeking financial gain
just love
smiling
feeling
kind of
crazy

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Written by johnwhays

June 30, 2017 at 6:00 am

Generations

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May 25, 2017 at 6:00 am

Deer Down

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My suspicions about the well-being of the wind vane on our roof proved to be warranted. From the ground, before the worst winds arrived last week, I’d thought the leaping deer looked a bit tilted. Not wanting to get up on the roof to check while weather was bad, I postponed inspection and then quickly forgot about it.

Yesterday, I was strolling back toward the house from the shop and spotted something strange laying on the roof. It was our wind vane deer!

Oops.

I find it interesting that, while subject to some amazing winds, the vane failed by simply tipping over and laying right beside the base.

Why didn’t it blow far away?

Maybe it came loose after the winds subsided, but then, what made it ultimately break off?

Based on the direction from which the wind was pummeling our house, it is possible that spot on the roof was shielded from direct pressure, but that seems intriguingly unlikely.

It’s a mystery to me.

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March 13, 2017 at 6:00 am

Revisiting: Reach Up

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For no particular reason, but many non-particular ones, today I present a blast from the past Words on Images.

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Words on Images

Words on Images

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Written by johnwhays

March 17, 2016 at 6:00 am

Photographic Decay

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Something about the puzzle-like visual of decaying wood and metal really grabbed my attention last weekend when we were snowshoeing in the woods and came upon the trash dumps. So, naturally, I took a picture of it. I’ve noticed since, the photo has captured that same allure for me. I can’t stop looking at it.

I think that says a lot about the success of a photograph. If you find yourself wanting to look at it again and again, you must have done something right.

DSCN4492eI can’t really grasp what it is that draws me to it. Maybe that is a part of the attraction, …the mystery of it.

Admittedly, the curious cutouts are attention grabbers, but I think the shadow plays a big part for me, maybe just as much. Throw in the clean-looking snow, the spindly branch above, and the bark-like appearance of the disintegrating wood, and you get a combination of features that keep my eyes coming back for more.

There is a juxtaposition that I like in the discarded item having been left for decay, now transformed to a new use as the primary feature of a photographic image.

Everything old is new again.

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Written by johnwhays

March 4, 2016 at 7:00 am

Unidentified Object

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This triangular slab of concrete is in our woods, far from anyplace that would seem sensible to have a slab of concrete. We have no idea where it came from, what it once was or how it ended up in this spot.

DSCN3440eAny ideas what it might have been?

Ever since we discovered this misplaced piece of sidewalk, I have been trying to think of somewhere we might make use of it, and how in the world we would move it. It is unlikely that we would be able to get it out of these woods without killing a tree or two, but there are just some small saplings between it and open space.

Of course, it’s been two years since we stumbled upon it and nothing has happened yet, so those trees could become more of an issue if we can’t come up with a plan pretty soon.

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Written by johnwhays

May 21, 2015 at 6:00 am