A Nova Scotia scene.
A Nova Scotia scene.
as what is
so what is not
such thoughts don’t exist in the moment
nor do photographs
Nova Scotia photographs by Jerry Katz
How could you laugh at existence if no straight lines were delivered?
Nature photoshops itself
The program is in the cloud
Martinique Beach, Nova Scotia, November 28, 2017
God is eating in a restaurant and universes are spinning out of his head, and a galaxy sitting at another table says to the waiter, “I’ll have whatever he’s having.”
Martinique Beach, Nova Scotia
The artifacts in lower right look like boulders
yet they are reflections off the camera lens
I too am pure light bent by the lens of perception
I too am an artifact
what covers the canvas of your life . . .
arts and crafts
or the heavens and the earth?
A path can be followed for years. A path is possibility.
Reality cannot be followed. Reality is impossibility.
lifting a corner of nature
something is found
always it ends up
in the beak of the crow
Head of Chezzetcook:
Photographs by Jerry Katz
Sure I want to hear all the hidden details about the JFK assassination, although I realize it is only a metaphor for how I have assassinated my truer self in order to adapt to living within the big lie.
you leave the city
and take the spirituality autobahn
all the way
until it becomes a two-lane highway
then turns into a low speed road
then bumps and potholes
and finally a dirt road, smooth at first,
then quickly its unevenness rocks you
almost brings you to a stop
you don’t want to go any further
but the road curves up ahead
so you go
now the dirt road is barely identifiable
overgrown with old thick weeds
nearly impassable with rocks and small boulders
but you go
and then the road, if you call that a road,
you get out of your vehicle
and enter the woods.
there’s a path.
you take it.
you look back, you see the way out is now gone
yet there is a path to follow
you feel found
you find some stability
until the path starts to lose definition
at times you’re not sure you’re on any path at all
you start looking for a path
you imagine you’re on a path
in your mind there’s a path and you are going
then you meet someone living an ordinary life
you talk about your path
he says you’re not on a path
that there’s no path here
in the distant there is noise
it seems to come for you
it is a city
you are in a city
a big city
a beggar asks you for a dime
a priest wears a prominent cross
a stranger is driving your car
and you realize something:
that you are in the pathless land
is pulled out of nature
& chemically altered
to keep nature out
but nature gets out
Nova Scotia beach road. Writing and photography by Jerry Katz.
Come to Me with nothing. I shall lay all treasures at your feet . . . you shall walk away with nothing . . . knowing all is gone . . . all is . . . what I Am.
Nova Scotia beach as an art gallery of wild evanescence.
One’s a house for a few
One’s a home for whatever blows through
Blue Rocks, Nova Scotia
Nova Scotia beaches.