Debra Darvick

enhance your now in word and image

VISUALS

BEFORE NOW

Eden is Everywhere

Last week I tagged along on Martin’s photo club excursion to the Johnson Nature Center, a 40-acre site offering two miles of trails through woods and alongside ponds and streams, creatures large and small. many-feathered and four-footed. Using my three-lensed iPhone means certain shots are beyond possibility.  So I go for the up-close, the slightly odd, an image that inspires a story of sorts.

This sinewy branch couldn’t help but bring to mind the serpent and the apple trick it played upon Eve. Eons of discussion focus on this event. Eve was set up.  If the Divine was in charge, why sabotage the whole thing right off the bat? And with a snake?

I’m reading Merlyn Stone’s When God was a Woman. Goddess cultures revered the female. Archeology confirms this across the Levant. The snake was aligned with the Goddess’ power; it makes perfect, if disappointing, sense that shifting such a culture to one that is male-prominent, necessitated a negative reinterpretation of the female and her symbol of power. Look for a review of Stone’s book in a future Bookshelf.

For now, the photo and the title that came to me, have taken me in along a different path. Eden is Everywhere. Where did those words come from? I am composing this post on a cool morning in my quiet kitchen. Early-morning walkers pass by, the sound of their conversations ebb and flow with them. Birds are singing praise to their Creator. The sound of an airplane reminds me that Eden is now metaphorical and yet right at my elbow.

Temptation still abounds, too. If not an apple offered by a serpent, then by inviting me to stay under the covers, delay chores, and surrender to the laziness of not giving someone the benefit of the doubt.

I realize I’ve taken close to a thousand words when the photo might’ve done fine just by itself.

Wide Open Spaces

Now I know why
cowboys love the morning.

As azure heavens drop to earth,
winds whip across the prairie
brisk as aftershave.
Fields so wide they hold
every risk a day could bring:
stubborn steer
                                    and
                                                 wayward
                                                                                calves,
muscles pulled and sometimes,
come spring,
a colt or two battles the birth sac
before dropping to earth beneath
the same azure heavens
that greet its callous-handed doula
each
beloved
morning.

 

Photo and poem by Debra B. Darvick

Che belli i giardini

Martin and I spent 12 days on the Amalfi coast this past spring.      If ever there were heaven on earth…. This is just one of the many shots I took.  If you would like to share in a bit of the sights we enjoyed – Sorrento, Amalfi, Pompeii, Herculaneum, Ravello, Capri, Naples – I can send you a link to the albums Martin is preparing.  He’s the pro and you will swoon at the images he captured.

 

 

Three Guesses

Each month, Martin’s photography club assigns a new challenge.  This month they were to take a walk around town and capture abstraction in the mundane.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it here again, I love to see the world through Martin’s eyes.  This one (have you guessed it yet?) took my breath for a moment or two and then again when I figured out what he had photographed. Don’t stop, Martin.  Don’t ever stop showing us the world as you see it.

photo credit: Martin Darvick