I return to fabled places
Find there
Always
Something new
A different light
A new story
History added
Or revised
Here mittens and buttes
Formations once remembered
For Spaghetti Westerns
Now where Forrest Gump
Just plain stopped runnin’
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Dust Storm
Sometimes
Life moves at a pace
I cannot keep
Or rather
Life moves
I simply do not
And in my disastrous stillness
The dust storm rolls in
Without hesitation
To Roll
Over
Me
Move or don’t move
Retreat or don’t retreat
Seek cover or…
Let
The dust
Take me
Morning Glory
Arrives the dawn in golden glory
Sunlight’s kiss good morning
Rise ye
Rise ye
The universe is calling
Details Details
I watch you
Taking in the wide oxbow landscape
A thousand feet deep
While I photograph the small details
Of tumbled stone and distant valleys
If you could embrace
The vastness of space
Then even a galaxy
Would be a minor detail
In the landscape of infinity
And I?
Not even a speck
To speak my insignificance
Demands more consideration
Than my infinitesimal displacement
Of time and space deserves
And yet
Here are we
The infinitesimal
Contemplating the infinite
Which I suppose
Is big enough
For me
Perhaps
Even…
Divine
Like the way a river
Has carved this earth
For millions of years
And left a canyon here
To pique our wonder
Beauty ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #258
There is beauty
In all things
Even death
In all things
Even death
To understand this
Is to master life
To master life
One must master death
Hope ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #259
I remember a day
When our star burned
Bright and hot
In the cold, crisp air
When our star burned
Bright and hot
In the cold, crisp air
Delightful frolics
When the clouds softened
Saw blade peaks
Rather than coat the sky
In remorseful grey
Like Today
I remember a better day
And another to come
A future memory known not by
Prescience nor forecast
Only, hope
Colour ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #175
These moments of some small artistry
Grasped upon and toyed with oh so playfully
A passing thought
Become a pleasing naught
For there is no deeper meaning here
Just some pretty colours challenging the black
Amid the balanced forms I’ve caught
Grasped upon and toyed with oh so playfully
A passing thought
Become a pleasing naught
For there is no deeper meaning here
Just some pretty colours challenging the black
Amid the balanced forms I’ve caught
Three ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #141
Just the three of us
Spirit, mind and body
On a journey through
Space, time and possibility
Spirit, mind and body
On a journey through
Space, time and possibility
Standout ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #142
She struggled a little
Sometimes
To be noticed
Sometimes
To be noticed
To stand out
From the cacophony
Of life around her
But she knew
Who she was
And what she could do
And if others
Couldn’t see her
That was their problem
Ganga Angel
I don’t photograph people all that often. Landscapes, abstracts, architecture. I like to work with compositional forms, with textures, with the play of light, looking at things that stay still for the camera, for my eye. Thinking on it now, there’s a deep level of intimacy in my approach to the subject as I circle and study it, taking numerous test shots while seeking just the right frame, just the right POV.
It’s an intense study of subject I don’t feel comfortable exploring with people. I tell myself, “I’m getting too much in someone’s face,” but I know it’s just as much putting them in my face. The subject has eyes, and a mind, and both are looking right back at me. Too intimate!
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