The Eclipse of the Peach

Posted on August 22, 2017 by Harold Rhenisch

The sun was too bright to look at, even in 90% eclipse today, but I got a couple images for you. First, a peach in my garden taken at full eclipse, against the sun, with some peach leaves for a filter. Look at how strong the shadows are and how crisp the edges!
Second, a leafhopper walking across the uneclipsed crescent of the sun, totally unfazed, through a pinhole projector made of a sheet of tinfoil, casting an image on a sheet of paper.

If you’re going to see an eclipse, earth’s the place for it, I say.

Indigenous Land Ownership Rules

Posted on August 16, 2017 by Harold Rhenisch

The Snow Buckwheat Country:

All at Once

The Grass Country:

One…

…by…

…one.

It’s not indigenous if it isn’t expressing the energies of the land.

The energies are there for all to read, all together or one at a time.

The Glacial Sky of Cascadia in the Morning

Posted on August 11, 2017 by Harold Rhenisch

This is not an image of mountains, not of what rises or mounts, but what held against the ice that cut all else away.

The Coast Mountains

The ice is now air. Humans, bears, martins, squirrels, eagles and bobcats, to name a few, pass through it: the people of the ice. Nice.

Summer Poppies in the Okanagan

Posted on August 10, 2017 by Harold Rhenisch

The rattles of summer!

Westron Wind, when wilt thou blow, the small rain down can rain.

Juvenile Stars About to Leave the Nesting Colony

Posted on August 9, 2017 by Harold Rhenisch

They are still being born.

They are countless and perfect.

Born from suns themselves.

At home in the complex interstellar environment.

And now they are leaving home.

Soon they will drift on the interstellar winds.

Among supernovae.

Through solar flares.

Among nebulae…

… and star clusters of all kinds.

It is the season for floating to the far corners of the universe.

… and beginning again.

The universe doesn’t extend.

It deepens and curves.

Mule Deer, Gardener of the Sun

Posted on August 7, 2017 by Harold Rhenisch

Look at the yellow dock gone to seed.

Look at a mule deer plant it in the sun.

There is balance in beauty and beauty in balance.

Everything leaves its trace.

Water Traveling in Time and Space

Posted on August 4, 2017 by Harold Rhenisch

One image three times…

Wasp Drinking.

Earth Drinking.

Sun Drinking.

… that’s the way it is on this planet. That’s the way it is.

Salmon On the Way to Sea

Posted on August 3, 2017 by Harold Rhenisch

While making arrangements for my father’s funeral a week ago, I walked down at dawn to the mouth of Simm’s Creek, on Eastern Vancouver Island. No, this is not rain.