In the Forests of Kefiristan

In the forests of Kefiristan

There is no such place as Kefiristan! This is to show an example of making a picture of branching trees out of something else that branches : dregs of some kinds of liquid, in this case of dregs of kefir (a fermented milk drink) in a glass, turned upside down. Many slightly thick liquids, such as kefir, thin yogurt, some flour-thickened liquids, pea soup, and some paints will leave a pattern like this on a glass or bowl. The photo below is the original, turned upside down. If you want to try it, use a clear glass.

Both the trees and the dregs are examples of the Branching Pattern found in nature, and anywhere there is Flow, (such as information flow). More about the Branching Pattern will soon be added to Patterns in Nature in the Top Menu on the Home Page.

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Once, a Church.

Once, a church.

I made this one after looking at a wonderful, but very sad, album on Flickr by someone who had photographed dozens of derelict or abandoned buildings of all kinds: municipal buildings; railway stations; schools, concert halls, and many many churches and other places of worship, often places with amazing historical architecture or interior design. It’s hard to imagine what could have led to them becoming abandoned.

Coincidentally, soon after that, I saw on the news that there had been a disastrous fire in Paris ,which destroyed part of Notre Dame Cathedral.

Although I am not a churchgoer, I find old churches very interesting and moving. During my childhood in England I lived in a fairly rural county which abounded in churches, many of them medieval and some dating right back to the Saxon period. Those old stone churches were the centre of village life in those small towns. My uncle, who was an artist, used to take me along on some of his sketching trips as we visited village squares, castles, seashores and meadows and lots of churches and their graveyards where various poets and people of historical importance were buried. At the churches, I loved to look at the gargoyles on the pillars and the stained glass windows from inside. Those windows taught me that something which looks dark and boring from the outside, can be light and colourful from the inside. I particularly liked the mandalic-shaped rose windows!

During my last visit back to England i a few years ago, I was saddened to see that a lot of church buildings, some with beautiful architecture, had been turned into restaurants, bars, bingo halls and flats and so on. I don’t know what I’d want for them, some kind of community gathering place, perhaps, but not businesses!

Blue Skies, Some Rain!

Blue Skies, Some Rain.

As for the “meaning” of it, the meaning is whatever you want to give it!  This morning I looked up the meaning of “blue sky” on the web and was amazed to find that there are some negative meanings, not to mention many more songs than the one I remembered, mostly songs with positive meanings.
For me, it just means: there are blue skies, and there is rain!  Sometimes one, sometimes the other, sometimes both at once or both in a day. (And when skies are grey too long,  I try to remember that rain is needed, and blue sky will return!)