A Contemplative Life = Ruminating Never Goes Anywhere

Three Photos of Autumn that I took this week. The streets of the Inner City are dressed up in the reds, yellows and oranges like a festival before the snows. The Farmers Almanac promises a cold winter for the Northland with snow. (What else is new?) The position of the jet stream is high over North America so the illustration shows on TV. the jet stream will be flowing north of here pushing the cold our way.

At this time of year…

” I get the urge for going” but this year nowhere is on my map despite my last year’s plans. Plans are all scrapped. Ruminating never goes anywhere. What map my mind follows is redrawn with careful colors and terrains to describe this seasons rotation around the sun. My camera clicks the here and now. Staying here in the Now of the new map.

Canoeing on Lake of the Isles © CKatt 10-7-2020
Island – Lake of the Isles – © CKatt 10-7-2020
Borzoi – Lake of The Isles © CKatt 10-7-2020

Fleeting moments in Autumn in the afternoon sun. I happened to see this Borzoi and caught the gentle beauty in its gaze. A long time ago I had a Borzoi. He was clever, handsome and funny.

Thanks for stopping by my kitchen.

Have a safe weekend

Peace

Tom Rush version of Joni Mitchell’s song “Urge For Going.”

WordPress has made it difficult to use their site, which I have tried these months to navigate. Does anyone have a similar feelings? I feel hamstringed.

About kunstkitchen

Visual artist and writer hunting words, languages, visions, and insight in my kitchen - connecting Art (Kunst) and culture and slow food cooking. Classically trained artist. Paint and draw with traditional materials. Live in the Northland where it's six months of winter. Appreciate the little things in life. Sharing food and art experiences and the lessons that my talented and generous friends have given me.
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4 Responses to A Contemplative Life = Ruminating Never Goes Anywhere

  1. willedare says:

    Love seeing these photos — especially the beautiful Borzoi. I experienced GREAT frustration with the new block editor which WordPress bestowed upon all of us when I first used it. I think there is a way to revert to the old format, but I am slowly getting the hang of this new system. I do HATE the way that software seems constantly to be updated — meaning that a skill I have acquired is no longer functional until I take the time to acquaint myself with the new icons/tools/layouts, etc. I would like for economists to calculate the BILLIONS of dollars worth of lost productivity this represents each year…

    • kunstkitchen says:

      LOL! Yes, my thoughts exactly about productivity and the Klunky functioning of this design. Yes, on top of that I just discovered that they have not made photo galleries visible on iOS platforms – so phone users can’t see photos that I posted in a Gallery. *sigh*. Hope all is well with you . Thanks for chiming in on the comments. 😄

  2. mydangblog says:

    Beautiful shots, and oh, that Borzoi! Are they laidback and good-natured? They seem that way.

    • kunstkitchen says:

      Yes, they are. They can be couch potatoes. They have to be on a leash at all times because they are sight hounds. They can run up to 35 miles per hour and are gone in a flash, when they see prey. They need a lot of exercise everyday and a large yard where they can run. Very large hunting dog that can do lure coursing for fun.

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