6 foot forest
Six feet. This distance has marked off the height a man surpasses when he starts to be considered tall, and how far down that same man will be buried some day. But in this time of Covid, the first thing that comes to my mind when I hear “six feet” is marks on the floor indicating the minimum “safe” distance between people to effectively reduce risk of exposure. For months now I am seldom any closer to another person than six feet. Hugs and handshakes are not part of my social connection. My body is slowly getting familiar with what a six-foot separation feels like, and what someone breaks that invisible boundary.
My immediate neighborhood is hilly and wooded. This is a lovely environment, but it poses some challenges when I go out to take pictures. I’ve noticed that I like to take pictures that look off in the distance. Looking off in the distance isn’t easy when you are surrounded by hills and trees.
In spring, summer, the yellows, green, and reds of the trees’ leaves provide softness and color to forest scenes. As we move into late fall with the leaves gone it is easier for me to see off in the distance, but all I see is brown and branches.
This isn’t intended as a complaint, but an observation of what is. This brown and branchy scene is what I’m going to face with my camera.
The other day I thought about both the six-foot distance, and my photographic relationship to the woods. With those two thoughts in mind, I’ve decided on a little experiment. What kind of pictures would I capture if I used the six-foot distance in the woods. What do I see if I focus just on what is six feet in front of me.
I went out today with this limit in mind. I also decided to stick with a 50mm prime lens so I didn’t have the option of using a zoom and playing around with focal lengths.
The first thing I noticed is that I’m immediately drawn to taking pictures of tree trunks with some interesting character in their bark or shape. I also recognized that this kind of photography felt a bit like portrait photography – where I’m usually just focusing on one central subject, and rarely getting the whole subject in the frame. I really had to work to pay attention to scenes that were not at eye level.
I look forward to trying this approach in different situations and locations. I think the photographs do share some the same sense of separation that I encounter with others.
My Prayer Mat
I was in the kitchen at The Hermitage the other morning preparing lunch for a guest and myself and in that space I encountered a moment of recognition and connection. At a pause in the work I found myself moving to stand on the mat by the sink and with my back to the sink I look out the window and pray. This has become a regular practice for me. While I am waiting for water to boil or onions to saute my feet often end up on the cushioned mat and I pray.
My prayers are the prayers that come to me throughout my day. They are simple two-line breath prayers that I slowly repeat.
Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God,
have mercy on me a sinner.O God, come to my assistance,
make haste to help me.Give me ears to hear the heavenly voice
and courage to answer the call.Open the door of my heart,
that I might receive you this day.
That specific morning the recognition dawned on me – “Oh, this is my prayer mat.”
I know that the use of a prayer mat is common in many traditions but I had given little thought to their use, or that I might be using one. With this recognition I now have an inkling of the experience of the prayer mat as a site of devotion and meeting with God. It demarcates a space that is a private temple where we go to talk with God. As a place where we put our feet it speaks to me being grounded and still. As someone who is nurtured by Benedictine spirituality my prayer mat in the kitchen speaks to me of the connection of work and prayer.
After our meal was complete, I stood on the same mat, this time turned around to face the dirty dishes and like Brother Lawrence I continued my ongoing little conversations with God.
One year of #Quietvideo
One year ago, on July 18, 2019, I shot and shared this 30 second video.
I had posted a couple 30 second videos earlier that month, but this is the one I remember as being something different. It is just a tree among trees, and grass. In the act of simply standing still and filming a tree for 30 seconds something opened up in me. Something was going on here that I needed to pay attention to and explore.
With this July 18 video of a tree I began posting on my YouTube channel and in the description added “A #quietvideo invitation to simply pause for 30 seconds and gaze at a tree. This is the first in a series exploring video making/watching as a contemplative tool.”
“First in a series!” The series and the exploring continues. It has become a vital spiritual exploration.
This video making is a spiritual practice where I am doing much more practicing and learning than accomplishing. This is probably appropriate, but it is sometimes discouraging. As with any spiritual practice, sometimes it is a rich and invigorating practice, and sometimes is feels like nothing is happening, and sometimes it feels like what is happening is I’m making meaningless drivel.
I remain very much the beginner.
Video making continues to be a practice that invites me to open up and be aware – to see what there is to be seen, and hear what there is to be heard, and to ponder my relationship with all that I see and hear.
I hope to explore new territory with this practice in the coming year, but I don’t know what that territory will be. I just need to watch, listen, and wait for it to come. (Oh, and keep my batteries charged.)
I like a flat line
I was watching the amazing film “24 frames” by Abbas Kiarostami. It is a fascinating and beautiful piece of work. The film consists of 1 painting by Peter Bruegel and 23 of Kiarostami’s photographs each of which he then digitally “animates” creating a series of 4-5 minutes scenes. Maintaining the perspective of the original photograph each frame appears as a static shot with no camera movement. I found myself deeply drawn into these scenes and quickly realized it was not just the slowness and stillness of the scenes that was appealing to me, but noticed that many of the scenes featured a strong horizontal line - often the horizon, but not always. I found this calming. In fact as I was watching I thought to myself “I love a flat line.”
This is not a surprise, but it is a good reminder. I grew up on the prairies where the geography is nothing but a flat line. This flat line speaks to me of spaciousness and openness. I currently live in a moderately hilly and wooded area and flat lines at times seem absent. But I realize that part of my sense of an absence is a matter of perspective. On the prairies finding the flat line is a matter of looking off into the distance. It is a big view experience. Here, I must change my perspective and look closer to find those flat lines; those artificial horizons. But with this reminder of the importance of the flat line to my spirit I will work to open my eyes to the flat lines about me.
