Thursday, December 08, 2005

Tough Rocks and Petrified Pebbles

Tough Rocks and Petrified Pebbles, by Anne Mary Teichert

click on the image to see larger. Posted by Picasa

Monday, December 05, 2005

Silk Creek Snowstorm

Silk Creek Snowstorm, by Scott Carter. Click the picture to see larger. Posted by Picasa

Thursday, December 01, 2005

A Rainbow for my Sunshine

A Rainbow for my Sunshine

photo by Darwin Niles

Saturday, November 05, 2005

You're invited!

I'd like to invite you to attend the opening of my Photography Exhibition Friday, November 18, 2005 from 6-8 PM at the Wescott Community Center (at the corner of Wescott and Euclid in Syracuse, 2nd floor). There will be a poetry reading celebrating art from 7:15 to 7:45 PM. Scott and I will both be reading, along with a number of other kind folks and great poets. It will be MCed by Jane Cassady. Refreshments will be served. I hope you can come! Mary Posted by Picasa

The Spiral Grove

The Spiral Grove, Photo by Mary Stebbins.

Three Rivers Game Management Area, Baldwinsville, NY

Three Rivers is a sort of Sister Site to Silk Creek in that Scott and I share it. Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Small Barn in New Hampshire

Small Barn in NH with sepia and "mist," photo by Mary Stebbins

I am posting this here as a little gift for Scott, because I think he'll like it.

(see this scene in color!)
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Friday, September 30, 2005

Scott in the Ferns at Silk Creek

Scott in the Ferns at Silk Creek, photo by Mary Stebbins.

See also Scott's Cow, by Mary Stebbins.Posted by Picasa

Silk Creek Ferns

Ferns in the "Adirondack" area of Silk Creek, photo by Scott Carter

See also Trees Abstract, by Scott CarterPosted by Picasa

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Leaves at Silk Creek

Leaves at Silk Creek, by Scott Carter

See also Leaf on Rock, by ScottPosted by Picasa

Nightshade Berries, Silk Creek. Photo by Mary Stebbins Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Silk Creek Review Editor Scott Carter Writes on the Brink of the gorge at Silk Creek. The Silk Creek Retreat happened privately this weekend because we were unable to open it to the public this year. Photo by Mary Stebbins
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Monday, September 26, 2005

The Plunge (First poem from Silk Creek Retreat '05)

The Plunge

Tonight was your first time. You stepped

Toward dark waters, burdened with blankets and light.

Your first time. Dark weeds engulfed you,

nettles stung your bare legs. You struck

at them with a stick, as if they were serpent,

as if they were hungry, while the weight

of the night swung precariously

on your back. You reached out

a foot for stepping stone, a foot

for the dark water, and slipped. Sudden,

unexpected, you plunged into the icy creek.

Water swelled up around you, your body

slid into the dark current. Away downstream,

your hat swirled and you rose up to plunge

after it, staggering to shore with the prize, dripping,

angry, embarrassed. Your dumped a quart

and a half from each boot. Slogged up the hill,

home. All these years you've lived on the creek,

and you never fell in. Now you can laugh, and you do.

And you don't. You're poised on the creek bank

again in the nettles, one foot stretched

toward the water. You still have to cross

the dark water.

Mary Stebbins
For Scott Carter, At Silk Creek Retreat ‘05

(see note below about Retreat)

Silk Creek Retreat '05 and '06

Scott and I both had personal reasons for not being able to host a fully public Silk Creek Retreat this year. So we had a private one. The few individuals who were invited were unable to come, e.g.: jo(e), who went to the Monastery instead.

We hope next year to be able to host a public event, and we invite your feedback as to:

  1. venue (location)
  2. agenda
  3. food
Silk Creek Retreat is in its eighth year and has always been hosted at Silk Creek, but various problems exist in continuing to do that, so we will probably have to seek a new venue. Silk Creek is a wild area, and the Silk Creek Retreat emphasizes nature writing and writing in nature. (Also other arts and photography--we invite artists, photographers and others to join the dialogue). Any venue suggested or chosen will have to meet the criteria of being in nature and having access to the wilds.

Do suggest other things we might consider when planning this event.

We have always camped and would like to be able to have that as an option, but we realize there are people who may not want to camp or may not, for health or other reasons, be able to camp.

We will be posting photos and writing samples from this year's private retreat and invite you to do likewise. If you want to join this blog, leave your email address or contact me for an invite.

Mary Stebbins, poetry editor for Silk Creek Review and retreat co-coordinator

Friday, September 23, 2005

With A Visitor to Silk Creek

With a visitor to Silk Creek: Silk Creek Review Editor, Scott Carter, with a visitor to Bubbles Cascades. Photo by Mary Stebbins Posted by Picasa

Cooling off at Bubbles Cascades, Silk Creek: It was the first day of fall yesterday, but warm enough to swim! Photo by Mary Stebbins Posted by Picasa


Flotsam: A Milk Jug that washed down Silk Creek. An earlier photo (or scroll WAY down) shows Scott carrying this out of the creek. Photo by Mary Stebbins

(see also, Autumn Leaves and a Swirl of Foam, Deep Place and Fall in the Creek)Posted by Picasa

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Silk Creek Near Sunset!

Silk Creek near Sunset, Today! Photo by Mary Stebbins

(We may be retreating here this Saturday!)Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Mick Mather Event

WHO: Mick Mather

WHAT: "The Great New York State Fair Series" an exhibition of digital prints - manipulated
photographs taken at The Fair in August 2004.

View the invitation post card

WHERE: The Westcott Community Center Art Gallery, corner of Wetscott Street at Euclid Avenue

WHEN: Saturday, October 1st, 6:00pm to 8:00pm

WHY: Because we ALL need an ART NIGHT

HOW: Drive, walk, hitchhike, catch a cab, ride the bus

MICK SEZ: "Most of you who know me already understand that I'm an active participant in the
arts & cultural community of Central New York. This is important to me and I would like to
think that my presence at your exhibitions and openings over the years was been important to
you. In the spirit of strengthening this community of artists, patrons, friends and all those
interested in the arts, I trust that you will take an hour to visit me and my artwork on
October 1st." Posted by Picasa

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Water Lily at the Dahlem Nature Center, photo by Gail Slaughter Posted by Picasa

"What, no peanuts today?" Sam and Joan's resident squirrel, photo by Mary Stebbins Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

You have the equipment for JOY -- eyes, ears, and an experienced
appreciation meter -- to get highs, off and on all day long :
the light fingering the row of books, the drops of rain on the
clothesline, the long shadow the pebble casts at dawn, the
pendulum swing of a wasp settling in for a drink at the bird
bath, the crunch, and spurt of juice and scent, as you bite the
apple, the addictive sweetness of the ripe plum and the breathtaking
way it pulls off the secret in the center, the hazy
bloom on the grape, the coiling circles behind your dug paddle
when canoeing, the -- oh, on and on.

Note by Pam Perkins-Frederick, photo by Mary Stebbins. Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Swan in Frogbit, photo by Mary Stebbins. Posted by Picasa

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Days 1 & 2

Day 1: After we set up camp, right on the lake, we walked on the Hemlock Ridge trail. There we saw a "drowned forest" (an area of woods flooded by Beaver that had become a large swamp) that contained what appeared to be an osprey nest (but no osprey to be seen) and what appeared to be a small heron rookery (but no heron to be seen). As the name suggested, the trail followed a hemlock-covered ridge and then wound through rocky ledges and crevices. It was very pretty (gorgeous, really), but nearly unbearably hot and very buggy. Extremely buggy. We practically ran the last leg of the trail. Dove into the tent with an entourage of bugs trailing.

Day 2: Overnight, we heard loons. We never tire of that eerie laughing sound, the haunting melody floating over the lake to our tent. It was horribly hot all night even without the fly on the tent. Restless and moist. In the morning, we rented a canoe and paddled from island to island, stopping to explore the islands, take pictures and swim. The islands were rocky and Adirondacky, part of a long finger of Canadian shield extending southward. We saw a large bird that was probably an osprey and two loons. We visited a number of islands and saw three deer on the largest one. A group of kids were diving and jumping from a cliff—I got excited and wanted to try it.

From A Distance

loving someone from afar
wasn't something i was looking for
nor even expected
but when it came
everything turned beautiful
to experience someone from a distance
and still feel the same passion from within
it made me feel like a different woman
but i felt more like me
and it's this love that made me discover
what lies underneath me
it all but happened just once in this lifetime
the certainty of it all
but it is the same love
that hurt me in the end
but i will treasure all the memories
that came along with this love
it will all be here in me

Red-winged Blackbird, by Mary Posted by Picasa

Cat Eyes, by Pea's children Posted by Picasa

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Tiger Lily at Scott's Place

Tiger Lily, by Mary Stebbins. This was taken at "Scott's Place" at Three Rivers, a sister location to Silk Creek. Posted by Picasa

The Day after Mother Died

The Day after Mother Died

Sharp smell from old leaves
brewed with mud and sun-
April fills the woods.

Take me! Let me be a part of you,
let me drift with the breeze
touching each naked branch,
each brown leaf on the hillside.

Take me downstream with the fastest current,
making strands of gray hair on the rocks,
cascading down a mossy stone
following gravity, rushing here,
slowing there into a luscious pool
decked with bubbles.

Take me! I want to obey only the laws of nature.
I want to rise with spring and lie down with autumn.
I want my heart to leap up with the spray of the brook,
with the clatter of ducks taking flight.

I want the hairs on my cheek to feel
the caress of Earth's breath.

I want gratitude to fill my heart
until it aches in my chest
and the feeling runs out from my eyes.

Please take me. Let me know
that I am always your child,
that I can come back
to your arms over and over
until the last great return,
when my atoms enter back
into your lungs and your blood
and I am all yours.

by Ann McNeal

Previously published in Patchwork Journal

Ann McNeal says that she finds consolation and inspiration in nature at all the critical junctures of her life. She recently retired from teaching science at Hampshire College to devote herself to writing and to living larger.

Monday, August 08, 2005

In the House Above SIlk Creek

In the House Above Silk Creek (Scott's Bear), photo by Mary StebbinsPosted by Picasa

Friday, August 05, 2005

Gold Dragonfly and Blue Damselfly Posted by Picasa
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