Carole & Amy are up in the mountains tonight doing an art thing with SLU students. They took Angel the lab with them, who is no doubt in 7th heaven soaking up the love of hippie girls with no terriers around. I’m home with the terriers. Almost built a fire tonight. Rainy & damp all day & it’s going to get down into the 30s tonight, though no frost is forecast. Brought the more temperature sensitive bonsai in onto the porch tonight. Won’t be long before I have to harvest my chili peppers & basil. Still lots of gravel & mulch to move around outside before the snow flies. We usually get our first snow around the end of October.
I just ran across these amazing photos of bonsai by Walter Pall, who has developed what bonsai purists call a “naturalistic” style, though the viewer unfamiliar with the formal styles of traditional bonsai might not choose the adjective “natural” to describe these tress. All that apparently lifeless wood, by the way, called jin, is part of the living tree. What one calls natural is, clearly, a matter of perspective & relationship. There is no one thing that is nature, of course, over against which there is something else, presumably a mind observing nature as if from the outside. There is no outside. Nor any inside, either. Can you tell I’ve been reading Richard Rorty’s Philosophy and Social Hope in between the Patrick O’Brian novels? It is one of those books that tells me what I already have already thought intuitively, but which gives me contextualized & clearly argued reasons for my sense of things.