Can you picture the world you want?

Although they may (or may not) have appeared previously in a posting on My Minnesota, these are some of my photos currently on display at the Wyoming Area Creative Arts Community's Hallberg Center exhibit "that's what eye saw." The exhibit runs through this coming Sunday.

Autumn Cycle

Photo by J. Harrington

Old Timers 1

Photo by J. Harrington

Summer Marsh 1

Photo by J. Harrington

Two of these were taken within a few miles of where I live. The other along the North Shore of Lake Superior. They help convince me that there's beauty nearby, almost no matter where we are, and that development can fit into the natural environment without dominating it, if we want it to.

Poetry, a Natural Thing

By Robert Duncan

Neither our vices nor our virtues   

further the poem. “They came up   

      and died

just like they do every year

      on the rocks.”

      The poem

feeds upon thought, feeling, impulse,

      to breed    itself,

a spiritual urgency at the dark ladders leaping.

This beauty is an inner persistence

      toward the source

striving against (within) down-rushet of the river,   

      a call we heard and answer

in the lateness of the world

      primordial bellowings

from which the youngest world might spring,

salmon not in the well where the   

      hazelnut falls

but at the falls battling, inarticulate,   

      blindly making it.

This is one picture apt for the mind.

A second: a moose painted by Stubbs,

where last year’s extravagant antlers   

      lie on the ground.

The forlorn moosey-faced poem wears   

      new antler-buds,

      the same,

“a little heavy, a little contrived”,

his only beauty to be   

      all moose.

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