verybody has bits of personal magic in their homes, their offices or out in the woods somewhere far. This page, like all good web pages, is very much in the works. Expect it to writhe around a bit before it settles.
I've shot a lot of photos over the years of my own and other people's personal magic. If I can work the magic to find them, they'll find their way here to this page.
Write your prayers, hopes and dreams on slips of paper,
then burn them into the future in the back yard on New Year's Eve.
It always feels like prayer when I look up to see a soaring bird,
even if it's Jonathan Livingston Turkey Vulture.
me meditating in Casa Rinconada in Chaco Canyon, New Mexico, USA
Rinconada is one of the best churches I've ever been in, and people have been praying here for five centuries. I used to go for summer solstice, hoping to watch a sliver of light slide around the inside walls of the kiva, to rest at a certain square hole near dawn. Now it's Indians-only, so I had to find another spiritual center.
spring equinox marker on my bath tub
Since then I have marked places on the walls and tub in my bathroom at noon on solstices and equinoxes. The joy at seeing the glint of light align with previous year's positions is the same as at Chaco, and it's hundreds of miles closer. Then, of course, there's the front porch for serious thunder storms.
A flock of birds enjoy the spray at Shoshonee Falls in Wyoming
Water is symbol for emotion. Place a picture of a waterfall over your head in bed, and expect the waters to bring emotional fulfillment to your soul.
Thousands gather in Santa Fe's public park every autumn to yell their pains, sorrows and angers at the giant Zozobra, who takes them in. Then, when they set blaze to Old Zo, all those problems go up in showering sparks and spectacular smoke until he — and they — are gone.
Twig Circle with the Shadow of the Photographer
Prayer is any contrivance to catch the spirits and spin them to purpose.
You might see this instance of Johnathan Livingston Seagull floating on one or other of my web pages symbolizing spirits flying free. It was scanned from the inner covers of that book, although from watching birds fly, I prefer Jonathan Livingston Turkey Vulture for sheer aerobatic fancy.
A cracked and broken bowl on a desk that looks like an altar, with precious memories of a faithful friend departed. Words on paper to be shuffled from time to time, and remembered with hope and prayers for our friend. Feathers lighten the journey.
I used to greatly enlarge this diagram of Doppler and use it as a background on my personal web page. I liked the vague techiness of it. Something there is so very odd about sending out many radar waves, having only a spare few bounce back, then calling that communications.
Friends found this gray (pewter or stainless steel) dragon in a garage sale for $5, then gifted it to me, because they knew my faith in these semi-mythological creatures who sometimes breath fire. This one, because of the flint lighter and fuel that usually resides in his head (removed for this photograph), actually does.
Something else there is in a faraway view through trees at more trees along a winding river that stirs the soul. This is a shot down into the meandering river forest from the top of Rocky Mountain National Park in Colorado. Trees and trees and trees forever.
