There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

Definition of Walkabout :

a short period of wandering as an occasional interruption of regular work
Showing posts with label Botanica Gardens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Botanica Gardens. Show all posts

08 June 2017

A Giant in a Child's Gnome Maze

The garden maze was laid out perfectly before the Giant's eyes.

Little gnome houses could be seen, the tricky parts not so tricky after all for the ugly and lumber some beast.

Yet he enters regardless....
The Giant pretends he is a Little, no higher than the garden walls, and wanders with such pretense. He finds little gnome houses full of tiny furniture and gnome families making evening food preparations.
Around and around the Giant goes, delighting in the intricacies of the garden maze. To pretend is to let his beastly mind wander in creativity, and to do that is to be free.
He lets out a loud, jovial laugh as he finds his way out of the maze. The gnomes scamper and hide at the sound of this intruder....

then return to their evening activities once the Giant is gone.

07 June 2017

The Santa Barbara Botanical Gardens

It was mid afternoon in January, and I was driving around the hills of Santa Barbara with the windows down and the ocean breeze was transporting my mind to happier places.

I eventually find the Botanical Gardens I was told about. Five and a half miles of hiking trails that take you through the varied landscapes that California has to offer.

Yet it's the sunlight that transposes this place into a magical wonder on this day. Soft warmth cascades down, from the redwood trees to the Japanese gardens.
Back then I was still reeling from the reality of our new President, as was most of California. The peace here helps to keep me calm in this new Trump era.
I focus on the light between the trees, the sun that forever shines and always rises to signal the beginning of a new day. It's constant revolution around our planet helps to keep me centered in an uncertain future.
I can always find a peaceful homecoming in Nature.

06 December 2014

Wichita's Botanica Gardens

It's 9am on a Saturday. Temperature is in the low 90's, humidity approaching 80%. A hipster in a long sleeve flannel shirt and knitted beanie, strapped with his filming devices, approaches the Botanica Gardens of Wichita.

He has the time. Existentially, don't we all.....
Kansas is known as the Sunflower State, and this moniker is on full display. A farm woman set in bronze is forever surrounded by the simple golden beauty of these flowers.
The colorful gardens are in full bloom today, with equally magnetic butterflies swooning around your head. They dance from the pistils, making their way to the ovary, style and stigma, in the only way Nature knows.
A horny toad ironically tries to play leap frog with the hipster along the cement path. His big eyes are unwavering as the lens stares back at him.
The temperature rises over 95, and humidity is now at 100%. Mighty oak trees provide temporary shade to rest before time at the Botanica Gardens comes to a close.
Existentially though, it's only a drop in the bucket, a momentarily hiccup in the memory of the universe, sounding off to the tune of violin strings.

16 September 2014

Butterfly fly away

The screen door creaked slowly open, then slammed shut with a loud bang behind me. I was the first visitor in the Botanica Gardens butterfly house this morning, and with a camera as my butterfly net, I set out to capture these creatures.
The butterfly house appears empty though as I first enter, and I wonder if perhaps the exhibit has closed, or perhaps I'm here at the wrong time of day.

Upon closer inspection however, you start to find all manner of butterflies strewn throughout this environment. Cautious insects, they seem to watch you for your intent, and once they feel no danger, flocks of butterflies are circling my body.
Playful they are, and watching them flutter to and fro fills an emptiness in my heart, fills it with love.

Yes, love for butterflies.