Tag Archives: Walking

Aranansi #5: Walk on the Wild Side

Posted on August 26, 2010 by randomyriad

January 18, 2010, 15:48 “Where am I going? It can only be the end of the world.” Arthur Rimbaud Sometimes I get the urge to walk out on the wild edges of the city. Yesterday afternoon was one of those … Continue reading →

Posted in Aranansi, dangerous creatures, Dreamtime, Fiction, Of the Road and The River, Other peoples words, Telling Stories, Walking, Wild Life | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

What Light Was Doing In My Neighborhood Around Noon

Posted on August 18, 2010 by randomyriad

Today I went looking for light and found it making a spectrum of amazing colorsI found a swarm of bees as well. And, shadow was there too hanging about the edges and underneaths and laying around on the ground next … Continue reading →

Posted in capturing light, Found Art, paying attention, summer, wonder world | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Walking in the Sideways Rain

Posted on January 3, 2010 by randomyriad

Yesterday I walked down the hill to the lake. Rain like frozen sand pelted my face at times driven by the fierce wind. But, I noticed that after a while the noise, cold and wet ceased to be negative just … Continue reading →

Posted in Art in Nature, capturing light, paying attention, thinking in words, whereever you go there you are, Wild Life, winter, wonder world | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Frozen World Still Life Studies

Posted on December 11, 2009 by randomyriad

Days are short and cold. I rise in the dark of the morning. When I come home it is dusk. The last couple of days I have been walking in the late afternoon and into the twilight. I visit a … Continue reading →

Posted in Art in Nature, autumn, capturing light, Found Art, paying attention | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

A 15 Minute Poem

Posted on December 7, 2009 by randomyriad

This is a 15 minute poem, an idea from this intriguing blog. A Cold Walk at the Lake The Air is dry and no white condensation billows out of our mouths as we talk Hunched in our layers trudging at … Continue reading →

Posted in Art in Nature, autumn, conversations, paying attention, poetry, Questions and riddles, Wild Life | Tagged , , | Leave a comment