Category: Canon Powershot SD750

San Francisco

It is nature which most often
Takes away my breath
With feats of scale
And magnificence

Sometimes, even we small creatures
We engineers and builders
With concrete and steel
Overcome mighty nature

I rise from slumber
From darkness
Dawn light trickles in

Time enough
My phone says
For the walk

There are thousands of miles of beach
Where no parasols are erected
To shade blankets
Coolers
And the sunburned

I want to be washed pure
The way a rocky shoreline
Chases all the blue from the ocean
Leaving a roiling, effervescent whiteness

Sometimes I wonder
At the need to travel
To other planets

This one is so alien
And unexplored

We think we build walls
Because we are human
But all living things
Build walls

And so we believe ourselves conscious
When every pattern we create
Has already been created
In our unconscious

I think I erect boundaries
To protect myself from what’s not me
But my boundaries
Enclose me

And so I define myself
Not by what is me
But by what is not me
Leaving no other possibility

Seven beautiful trees
One dying
One reduced
To a pile of wood

On a beautiful
Fall day
With a light blanketing
Of snow

A light snow
Fallen
On any landscape

Is like adding
Sprinkles
To frosting

I am as struck
By the human capacity for

Creation
Beauty
Love

From afar, they seem
Not so much
The Great Sand Dunes

Overshadowed by
The snow-capped mountains
Beyond