What I See...What I Say. © All photographs and musings contained are original creations of David A Olson (unless otherwise indicated).
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Me and My Frienemy
Our conscience is both our friend and enemy or frienemy.
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Follow The Leader
Mountain Goats at Night playing a game of follow the leader
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Raven Speaking
In the presence of Raven, one must listen closely, for they speak in riddles.~Unknown The first riddle encountered with the Raven tribe is they are not black. To human eyes, they appear black but that’s because we hairless apes are locked into the “visible” spectrum and lack the eye cone that would allow us to also detect waves in the UV spectrum. To their own kind, they are tinged with bluish,…
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The Pueblo
I was intrigued with Taos Pueblo even before I passed through the gates of this village that has been continually inhabited for more than 1,000 years. I like it so much, I am contemplating creating a 16×24 version to complement this 12×16 version.
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Star Catcher
This one came out better than I expected. I think more of this critter will appear on my painting horizon.
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Happiness Is Not Sustainable
When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life. ~John Lennon This opening quote ostensibly falling from the prepubescent mouth of John Lennon appears to identify a…
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A Conspiracy
Ravens tend to be solitary individuals. When two or more get together, I can’t help but wonder what mayhem they are plotting.
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Petrified Wood 3
The invasion of silica in the ancient wood is so fine the wood grain stand out long after the organic materials have replaced.
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No Beauty In, No Beauty Out
Is not painting the joyful reaching out of a man so filled with beauty that there is not room enough in him to contain it?~Master Po My hands have not flowed over canvas in months. Not a color imagined. Not a brush of liquid pigment leaving a snail trail on the white, waveless ocean. Not an inkling of beauty finding its way out of my head where, once visions had to fight for a line place and…
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Petrified Wood 2
I would love to take these home to decorate my backyard. However, they are much, much too heavy to carry and it is illegal to remove anything from the National Park.
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Petrified Wood 1
The colors of the petrified mimics actual wood. However, place it on a table saw and attempt to slice it into sections and you will be might suprised.
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Martian Landscapes
I’m a rock aficionado meaning I love seeing rock in its many splendored forms. I so wish I could have grown up in a place like this. Were there oxygen, I bet I would feel right at home on Mars.
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I Crave Eye Rain
Only the development of compassion and understanding for others can bring us the tranquility and happiness we all seek.~Dalai Lama I am watching a live stream that bubbled up on one of my social media feeds. The stream is of a procession led by Tenzin Gyatso, the 14th and incumbent Dalai Lama, each a reincarnation of his predecessor and a manifestation of Avalokiteshvara, the original…
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