The Best Pickles in the World

So fellow travelers,  this is a picture of a jar of  the Best Pickles In The World.

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I can say this with certainty without having opened them because,  like life , these pickles are more about the journey than the end result*.

I acquired these miraculous pickles from my Roomate For Life, Kate Rantilla  during this weekend’s Open House at  Bedlam Farm, hosted by author Jon Katz and his wife, artist Maria Wulf.  Kate and I first met last September when we bunked together at the home of Tim and  Cathy Hoff  on our way to my first Open House at Bedlam Farm.  We hit it off like bread and butter (which incidentally is the variety of pickles she gave me)  so it was no surprise to hear from her shortly after Jon announced the dates for this years Open House Events.  Did I want to room with her again, this time at CTK Retreat center in Greenwich where several fellow members of the Bedlam Farm Creative Group would also be staying? Absolutely.

As plans began to unfold for the weekend, it was clear as excited as we all were to be visiting Bedlam Farm again, this year’s Open House weekend would be more about connecting with our fellow Bedlam Group members.  Jeff Anderson and his wife Laura  opened their home once again to us for a pre-event cookout.   Jon offered the Group a special time  for members to visit the farm to sketch and take photos and offered to join us in the mornings at the Round House Cafe breakfasts which grew out of a Facebook thread Kate and I started to gather ideas for meet-ups. Several group members, myself included went to Rupert UMC to hear Tom Atkins sermon as he led worship Sunday Morning.

At any given moment, in many locations on and off Bedlam Farm connections were being made between group members many of us meeting face to face for the first time.  First meetings that felt more like “cousins catching up at a family reunion,”  as one member described it.  We are old friends who’ve just met I kept saying.  We had so much to share and celebrate, like the publication of Jennifer Bowman‘s ebook  Finding the Trailhead.  Jon spoke several times to the public gathered at the Open House about what creating the  Bedlam Creative Group has meant to him, to us and in a broader sense to the world of social media.

From the first to final hugs I am still processing the impact of it all.  I know this much: if my first Bedlam Farm Open House was a starting point  for my creative spirit, then this weekend’s experience was a definitive turning point.  Over the next few weeks, I will be posting photos and writing about the layers of awakening I sense are evolving.  For now I know I have come home with a whole new family of creative cousins….oh yes and The Best Pickles in the World.

Walk gently on the path and may adventure find you ready my friends.

*Editors Note: In no way is this meant to imply the end result of Kate Rantilla’s pickling is not worth the journey.  Indeed we had her pickles at Jeff’s cookout and they are delish. I would travel anywhere with her to obtain more.

 

One

So fellow travelers,  sometimes one sign is all you need.

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There is only one

but it is beyond perfect

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City in the Mist

So fellow travelers, as the weekend of the Bedlam Farm Open House draws closer I find myself waking in the early hours of morning with random anxious thoughts about not making the trip.  It’s rooted in past experiences ( as all anxiety is)  which I wrote about last year ( https://dhrahalski86.com/2013/09/08/all-good-things-vol-1/ )   The poem appeared out of the haze of an all too early awakening.

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City in the Mist

 

It appears

it seems on a whim

the faintest of outlines

on a distant shore

visible

yet unattainable

with no way to make passage

all boats sank long ago.

 

 

Unlike the poem, I have  faith I will reach my destination.

Photo note:  The image was taken on the shore on Onondaga Lake . I did some editing to bring out the city outline, trying to keep it just on the threshold of visible.

 

 

 

Getting from better to best.

“Do the best you can until you know better,  Then when you know better, do better.”  Maya Angelou

So fellow travelers,  since her passing last week Maya has been quoted a lot in posts and blogs I follow.  Reminding myself most people are doing the best they can is how I get through the challenges of working in special education at our small town high school, as well as volunteering for a dog rescue shelter. Reading the quote above reminded me to give myself the same latitude.

Since being accepted into the Bedlam Blog Collective I have been feeling the pressure of self imposed expectations to produce better writing and post more frequently. It’s created a bit of a block as nothing I have written lately gels as I wish.  I always have posts in edit mode because ideas come to me almost everyday. I do not currently have the blessing of time every day to write or work on my photography projects.  I am also the parent of a marching band musician and spring parade season is in full swing;  if you are or ever have been a band parent, you get it;  if  you haven’t there’s no way I can explain. These are not excuses,  they are the parameters of my life right now.  Maya has kindly reminded me I do the best I can.

So I grab opportunities when I am able and one such chance presented itself last week. While my daughter was at an audio engineering class in a hipster downtown area known as “Armory Square” I brought my camera to work on a few photography assignments.  I am simultaneously trying to learn new shooting techniques with a new DSLR camera and a variety of lenses.  Here are some of the result of my efforts.

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The River Dragon is a sculpture located by a creek which runs through downtown. It is currently surrounded by decidedly unphotogenic protective fencing.  So I made the best of the circumstances….

here is the “fill the frame” assignment image

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and here is an image for the assignment called  “shooting into the sun”   the tip of the dragon’s tail  which also looks like a torch.

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Walking around, the rooftop of the MOST caught my eye.  It’s an interactive Museum of Science and Technology housed in the former armory building (hence the name “Armory Square).

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After I submitted the image to the workshop page, our instructor Jeff Anderson described it as “compression or foreshortening, where objects at different distances are flattened against each other.”  At the time all I knew was the image intrigued me.  I had to switch lenses to capture the effect I was seeing. I am always excited to understand more about why some images have impact.

Another image for “shooting into sunlight”

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They are the rooftops residents of the Red House studio and art space where my daughter takes lessons.

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My writing may be on haitus,  but my creative eye is picking up speed.  Just reminding myself I am doing the best I can and as I learn, I can and will do better. Being in this creative collection is like “a Key to an unknown door” as poet and fellow BBC blogger Tom Atkins wrote about here   http://quarryhouse.wordpress.com/2014/05/09/poem-unexpected-art/

 

Photo note:  with the exception of some cropping and additional of  text for photographer credit, the shots are all SOOC

Walk with hope on the trails my friends and may adventure find you ready.

Ye who enter

So fellow travelers, I was recently accepted into the Bedlam Bloggers Collective.  I am mindful of the responsibilities this honor carries.

Abandon all Hope, Ye who enter here.”

I remember being struck by the profound despair embedded in Dante’s line describing the inscription above the gates of hell, as I read them for the first time in high school for my World Lit class.  If you’ve read The Inferno you know that line is just the beginning of an epic filled with doom and gloom.

One does not have to look far to find parallel tales of doom in contemporary times.  All the more reason the Bedlam Creative Group and the new Bloggers Collective are a treasured oasis.  It’s guidelines state “this is a group for committed bloggers, people who have blogs, believe in them and maintain them.”  It was started by author Jon Katz, as a spin off of the Bedlam Creative Group.  Jon believes  “blogs are the embodiment of Jefferson’s idea of media as being open to all, not the province of corporate marketers.”  As with the main Creative Group, there are firm guidelines to create a safe and supportive environment; hostility is not tolerated.  To share one’s creative efforts within a community of  genuine encouragement not only nurtures artistic growth, it empowers contributors to be authentic. 

My blog is less than a year old, the direct result of  the original group’s encouragement.  To be included in the roll call of bloggers whose writing I admire and gain much inspiration from is a gift I will not take lightly. At any given time I have several entries in various stages of editing.  So I have weighed carefully the first submission to be posted after crossing this threshold.  Ultimately I completed this poem which has been a work in progress from a few months ago.  It first emerged as I watched creative responses nudge a negative reaction  into a “first post” by a hesitant contributor. 

 

 

Reclaim all Hope, Ye who enter here

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The entrance stands open

or is it?

“Leave negativity at the door”

Some walk right in, confident, assured

some hesitate and wonder,

“Can this fatal wound stay hidden long enough

or will secrets betray and deny comfort once again?”

Not all authentic thoughts are light and joyful.

Will their words be welcomed or

if found failing to meet muster,

be cast aside to wither in neglect?

 

The leap of faith once taken reveals.

Inside a garden of color inspires,

the music of poetry opens hearts,

stories bring healing tears and laughter.

 

The silent dared to speak.

They were heard

and it is Good.

 

 

Photo note:

The entrance to the West Shore trail of Onondaga Lake, one of my favorite walking trails, requires passing underneath a bridge which is part of the  NYS thruway.  It is dark and loud.  The dogs do not care for it, but knowing the exotic scents which lay along the seven mile trail ahead, they bravely pass through.

 

 

 

 

 

One from the Heart

So fellow travelers, about a year ago author Jon Katz started the Bedlam Farm Creative group on Facebook.

Say what you want about social media, this group, after a period of sorting out some housekeeping details, defied all the pervasive negatives and grew into a creative force beyond anyone’s (including our leader’s) expectations. The support for our creative efforts whether professional or beginner is inspiring, positive and constructive.  When someone struggles, the responses are authentic and uplifting.  A full range of life experiences and emotions are accepted with empathy and insight; both contributions and comments push beyond the self absorbed prattle which floods social media .  While negativity is not permitted (indeed swiftly and comprehensively dealt with) this is not a “feel good” only page. Some of the most poignant and powerful posts have dealt with grief, abuse, addiction and recovery.  The posts expand beyond writing and photography;  there are painters, quilters,  musicians, poets, even creative farmers.  The creative projects are as diverse as the membership.  Did you know you can make shoes from felted wool?  Beautiful whimsical shoes at that!

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Visual imagery is my mode of experience. When I first joined the group, I was inspired by the photography posted on the page everyday, and began to write haiku which I posted as comments.  I started adding longer posts of my own and at the prompting of fellow members started this blog. I quickly realized my trusty pocket point and shoot camera just did not have the capacity to capture the images I wanted to go with my work. I decided to upgrade to a better camera and began to research my options.

Sticker shock was immediate.  I knew an SLR was probably what I needed but I lacked confidence in my skills. I found it hard to justify the expense of a digital SLR.  So I compromised and purchased a point and shoot with a better zoom and a few more manual options.  When it arrived, my heart sank because the manual came only in digital format. When the text proved unreadable on my phone,  I opted to download the manual onto my kindle.   I took a “get to know your digital camera” class at a local community center to help unravel the multiple functions I knew were hidden in an almost too compact layout.   I give the instructor credit.  He had every kind of photographer from a young professional with multiple cameras to a sweet older man who “just wanted to know how to take pictures of grandkids and get them printed out.” Still,  I spent a lot of class time reading the manual on my kindle.

( an early attempt at manual settings)

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When another OGFBF member began to offer basic photography and photo shop classes I jumped on board.  Jeff is  an accomplished photographer and a phenomenal teacher.  I call him  “sensei”  out of genuine respect for his ability not only to impart good information but more importantly to challenge us while making it safe to step outside our comfort zone. I began to realize it was mainly technical knowledge I lacked more than skills. Some of  my pre-digital 35mm college photography education still lurked deep in my brain.

Most weeks I am fortunate to find ways to carve out a few hours for creative interests.   Spending those precious hours wrestling with multiple option menus became increasingly frustrating. Occasionally I would hit the right combination of buttons and get the shot I wanted. More often than not I defaulted to “auto” mode just to get a decent shot.   I never used this as an excuse,  nor did anyone ever disparage my attempts to create good photos;  the positive feedback and helpful pointers kept me trying.  The more I missed the mark, the more I learned. The group’s encouragement  nudged me towards self confidence.

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So, although I paid a tidy price for my first upgrade less than a year ago,  I started saving, no easy task while financing the many musical interests (piano, band and orchestra) and big competition trips ( Disney World to name just one) for the daughter still here at home.  Recently,  my patience was rewarded when a good deal on an affordable DSLR allowed me to make the purchase earlier than I expected.  The camera arrived last week. It has a paper manual which fits in my camera bag more easily than my kindle. In one weekend I worked my way through all the basic operations. I am well on my way to shooting in manual mode.  I plan to re-shoot several assignments.

I know even the best camera available isn’t going to make a pro out of me.  My photography will improve only if I continue to practice.  I have to become more astute at working with composition,  depth of field,  light and perspective.  The confidence to build those skills comes from the “ministry of encouragment”  which I am grateful to be a part of.

So to all my OGFBF friends…this one’s is for you,  straight from my heart.

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Special Thanks to Jo Ellen Thompson for permission to reprint the photo of her felted shoes.

For more photographic escapades check out this blog post from fellow Bedlam Group member Lisa Dingle, whose awesome encouragement includes comments like  ” it’s a totally ‘just leap and a net will appear’ kind of thing.”

http://justponderin.com/2014/05/09/on-what-it-takes-for-photographic-excellence/

 

 

 

SOS

So fellow travelers, this came in response to a few SOS ( some direct, some implied)  I picked up this week.  The source of the orb image is a photo from fellow Creative Group member  Denise Gainey,  a gifted writer and musician.  You can find her wonderful blog The View From Here  right here : http://denisegainey.wordpress.com/

 

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Life swirls around us

pushing    pulling   suddenly

hands reach out  hold tight

In Memory

So fellow travelers, our Creative Group lost one of our own recently, a strong minded woman who faced life’s struggles with the same determination and discipline that gained her a black belt.  Her facebook page is filled with posts from family, friends and students from the martial arts school.  It is clear the inspiration she brought to our creative group reached out to everyone who knew her.  She will be deeply missed. She and I shared a love for our gardens and ponds and photography.  Although we did not have a chance to meet in person, I will miss her.  I wish her peace and I dedicate this poem in her memory.

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The bench where we meet

Now waits alone  you are gone

But not forgotten

Here is a poem from another good friend of mine from the Creative Group.  Thank you Kate Rantilla

http://lifewithhorace.com/2014/05/02/a-haiku-for-diane/

Disillusioned

So fellow travelers,  life can change in an instant. One phone call can send us plummeting from a high to low point,  a conversation can shatter our hearts. At times like this I am mindful of the teaching I strive to live by: it’s not the events but how we react to them that determines our experience.  Often I take to the trails to clear my head, steady my nerves and open my heart.  On one such walk, I came across these gulls and they shook loose a poem.

 

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Heroes like seagulls

seem to walk on water yet

it’s all illusion

 

Poem: The Last Angry Frost

Feels more like November than April today. My Bedlam Creative Group friend Tom Atkin’s extraordinary poetry spoke for my heart and soul this morning.