Tag: quiet

I’ve been to a silent retreat before. It was a weekend. It started on Friday night and lasted until Sunday morning. During that time, we were not to speak at all, only listen to a few speeches and spend the rest of the time reading and/or contemplating and meditating. I thought that it would never end, but it did! In general, people that I know just don’t believe that I’m an introvert. Well, I’m pretty close to the line, actually…

It’s Friday afternoon; the house is warm and smells of rotisserie chicken; it’s snowing outside – nature’s little reminder to those of us that live in Charlotte that it’s still winter, and it’s pretty quiet inside, nothing but the hum of the heater, the turning of the rotisserie, and the occasional click of the shutter – well, there is the click of the keyboard keys when I’m working 🙂

Perhaps it’s just me, and I’m OK if it is, but there is just something appealing about taking a peek down an alley. The main streets were busy, not exactly full, but lots of people out and about enjoying the sunshine. However, a glance to the right reveals a solitary figure talking on his cellphone, perhaps taking a break from his job, or perhaps he has an affinity for alleyways, or just needed a quiet place to talk.

This morning, just before sunrise, I went back to McDowell Nature Preserve with my Nikon 105 mm macro lens, Nikon D750, and a my tripod. I wanted to take a closer look at the shells on the beach, the normally inaccessible beach. I spent a pleasant hour or so photographing various things of interest to me. This weekend, I spent quite a bit of time on the tripod. It’s a great way to slow down. The only thing that I…

It had been a while, I don’t know exactly how long, since I’ve arisen before light, mounted any of my cameras on a tripod, and actually spent my time, unhurried, taking pictures. This morning, I did just that. I went to the University of North Carolina at Charlotte (UNCC) and browsed around the garden. I spent 2 hours there – 6:30 AM – 8:30 AM, alone, quiet – nothing but the songs of the birds, the buzz of the insects…

“Outside, there was that predawn kind of clarity, where the momentum of living has not quite captured the day. The air was not filled with conversation or thought bubbles or laughter or sidelong glances. Everyone was sleeping, all of their ideas and hopes and hidden agendas entangled in the dream world, leaving this world clear and crisp and cold as a bottle of milk in the fridge. ” ? Reif Larsen, The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet The sound around…