Wednesday, September 17, 2008

The Wordless Book




Been chasing rainbows again! That's my fishing buddy and we are working our way up the Oldman River in Southern Alberta, a slice of paradise and a wonderful wilderness area. That's a healthy rainbow getting ready to go back home.

Flyfishing in the wilderness is an invigorating experience and one just leaves time behind and can experience the Zen of Flyfishing.
Chasing Rainbows
Are we not all in search of rainbows
Is it the pot of gold we are searching out,
or the brilliant colours themselves?
We search in vain, hill and dale
stumbling, sliding, aspiring.
What is the sound of a rainbow?
Listen...
Could it be that the rainbow connection
is with us..... always. SM

Wilderness; The absence of so much, yet so full. Being in the wilderness got me thinking about wordless novels, the precursors of the graphic novel. An absence of words but a richness in image and a certain silence. There have been a number of artists who have experimented with this medium. Some I know of include Lynd Ward, Frans Masereel, Lawrence Hyde & Otto Nuckel.
Tommorow the graphic novels of Lynd Ward.

21 comments:

Pamela Terry and Edward said...

Ooh, can't wait to see the work of Lynd Ward. I adore rainbows, and not for the pot of gold, but for the colours. I especially like double rainbows.

Sometimes an absence of words is so right, don't you think?

willow said...

I think this is the most beautiful fish I have ever seen! Flyfishing is such a lovely art form. And to be fishing in such a gorgeous spot. Sigh. I am so envious. Your picture reminds me of "A River Runs Through It".

I'll be looking forward to tomorrow's post. Good to know you were just off fishing! :)

A World Away said...

Hi Pamela, Absence of words yes & I do enjoy silence, and having time alone. Sometimes I just like to be with me in the wilerness and listen to the sounds of silence.

A World Away said...

Willow, It was a fabulous day and it felt to good to be alive. The rainbows in that river are very pretty.

Arija said...

A meaningful silence or just a look can covey so much more than a whole babble of words. The same goes for the extreme explicitness in the cinema. Innuendo is so much more exciting than full frontal etc

I could so easily sit on the riverbank, dabble my feet in the water, meditate on your casting and just listen....

Jumbly Girl said...

I arrived here via the miracle of the Black Box and I'm so glad I did - gorgeous blog. I especially love your posts on the Italian letters - hope you manage to track Lise down

charmcitygirl said...

Greetings-

I found you via the little black box and I am so glad I did. I enjoy your blog very much so far. I agree with you about fly fishing in the wilderness, I once learned to do that when I lived in upstate NY, way up, quite near Canada.

SSC~ The Domestic Diva said...

Rainbows to me are the happy endings everyone talks about. Beautiful post!

Val said...

wordless novels..hmm. i LIKE words though? well chosen ones - and in books; am also happy with the sounds of silence and your fishing spot looks like heaven.
came here in the black box portal.
great blog - going to read on.
thanks!

Margaret said...

I used to go flyfishing with my dad when I was a girl. He used to restore bamboo flyrods--which can be works of art in themselves! I'll have to check out Oldman River when I have the time. I look forward to seeing Lynd Ward tomorrow.

ilana (Helen) Pengelly said...

third time the black box has sent me here. patterns may be forming. does anyone else wonder when they'll start seeing their own this or that selections.

acornmoon said...

We are a little short on wilderness places where I live but I like the idea.

Annie Wicking said...

Wow what a lovely blog!

Best wishes,

Annie

The W.O.W. factor said...

I landed here via the "Black Box"...and what a pleasure it is! I L-O-V-E your work!
I'm coming back to visit!

Annie Wicking said...

Hey the box brought me back to you again...Wow.

How wonderful is that... Maybe we are of the same magic...

Best wishes,

Annie

Val said...

back again via the black box portal! enjoyed blog - grew up on Beatrix Potter stories (amongst others) so brings back a lot. a force of nature.
thanks

Debs said...

I found my way here via the Black Box widget. I love your blog.

The Weaver of Grass said...

Love the rainbow poem,. One day last year I drove down a lane where there was a very vivid rainbow in the field at my side. Heavy raindrops fell and the bright sun created a prism in each drop of rain, so that I was surrounded by mini rainbows. I shall never forget that wonderful experience.

A World Away said...

Thank you all the black boxer's for dropping by and making comments. I will do my best to come visit you.

Hullaballoo said...

hiya, came to you via Black boxes.

Errant Aesthete said...

Someone whose opinion I greatly respected once told me that those who fly fish are often the most eloquent of writers for the very reason you cite - solitude. As one who reveres silence, I thank you for giving it its due in an increasingly raucous world.