Like hummingbirds
Carrying thimblefuls of water
To extinguish a bonfire
Author: Patrick Jennings
I travel, when I can. Write, when inspired. Photograph, where there's beauty. Make films, for a living.
Oh, and I play a decent didjiridu.
Don’t touch that!
“Patrick! Don’t touch that!”
After which two things happened: I looked at my mother, and I touched it.
One Word Photo Challenge: Wet
There is nothing quite like
The way a child takes comfort
In water
The way a child takes comfort
In water
Something greater than I
There is something
Utterly delightful
In the interplay
Of mountains and clouds
In the late afternoon sun
Utterly delightful
In the interplay
Of mountains and clouds
In the late afternoon sun
No. No, no.
Divine
I mean divine.
The Gateway
I sit beside the pool
Camera on tripod
Watching the light change
From sunset, to dusk, to night
Camera on tripod
Watching the light change
From sunset, to dusk, to night
On a calm, breezeless evening
Not even a shimmer on the reflecting pond
My mind drifts
With the passing of time
The Valley of Death
We drive through the valley of death
In air conditioned cars
Stopping for snapshots
And a pull from our soft drinks
In air conditioned cars
Stopping for snapshots
And a pull from our soft drinks
As if it were
A theme park ride
And it is
Nature reclaims what’s hers
While we relax
Or are distracted
Nature reclaims
What’s hers
Or are distracted
Nature reclaims
What’s hers
Thus are we rendered
Ephemera
The Grace of the Blue Swallow
Sept. 18 – 1997
Greetings traveler:
In ancient times, there was a prayer for “The Stranger Within our Gates.” Because this motel is a human institution to serve people, and not solely a money-making organization, we hope that God will grant you peace and rest while you are under our roof.
Modern until tomorrow
Modern until tomorrow
When today becomes yesterday
When today becomes yesterday
The last place in Oklahoma
“I could go for something cold and wet.”
Sometimes you’re travelling along, lost in your own thoughts alongside your travel mate, also lost in their own thoughts. You’ve gone for a while without realising your thirst, and you go a while further before some remote possibility of quenching that thirst comes along on the road. Then, just before you can verbalize the emotions and needs, your travel mate, whom you believed was on some other mental voyage, anticipates your thoughts and says something like, “I could go for something cold and wet.”
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