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.
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Slinki Extra Wide I, Gallery Bistro, Port Moody, British Columbia, Canada

Loss ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #199

From time to time we lose
People, places and things
We love

In the absence
Recollections induce the bittersweet
With time, perhaps, becoming less bitter than sweet

Losses lightened
By the moments, words and images
We’ve captured

The joys once lived
Remain in our memories
And in our hearts

In the empty spaces
Something new, perhaps
Something new to love

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Beacons, Amphitrite Point Lighthouse, Ucluelet, British Columbia, Canada

Beacons ~ Pic and a Word #198

We stumble over the blackened terrain
The dim beacon of possibility our guide
A brilliant luminescence promised
Just a few steps beyond our vision

These are the affirmations
With which we keep hope alive
And find in ourselves
The tenacity to persevere

This is how we establish
Purpose and meaning
Our reason for being
No matter the undertaking

These beacons
Were not set by fate
Nor any divine intervention
But by our own dreams

A life without dreams
Is a life of darkness
A blackened terrain
Unmarked by beacons

Dreams create hope
Hope creates purpose
Purpose creates meaning
Meaning lights the beacons

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Tyaughton Caonoeing, Tyaughton Lake, Chilkotin Mountain Range, British Columbia, Canada

Fathers ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #197

Paddling
On a perfect day

I remember days long past
Of sunshine and calm
Depths still clear
At forty feet

The rod held
Expectantly
In your son’s hands

Paddle in yours
The strokes
A gentle
Powerful
Grace

You didn’t care for fishing
But I did
So out we went

My youth
A stream of summer memories
New England lakes
Bass and wallabies
A pickerel here and there
The perch and sunnies
Disdainfully thrown back

Paddling today
On a perfect day
I reflect on those times
And the times that would follow

Times of storms and dark clouds
Murky shallows
When we were not always
So gentle with each other
Awkward
Sometimes graceless
The depth of you
Forever unreachable

But still I knew you
As the father who’d take me out
For no more than the pleasure
Of my pleasure

That is
I knew
Always
That you loved me

You’ve been gone now
For longer than I ever had you

For your eulogy
I used the metaphor
Of the missing wingman
A natural for the pilot father

But on this day
Of sunshine and calm
Of depth and clarity
I notice a second paddle
Laying against the empty seat
Wishing your hands were upon it
So that once again
We could take on this task of living
With the harmony of paddling
Together