Ego is a cruel master
Category: Fujifilm X-T2
Islands
I am this Island
In a shallow sea
Beneath the waning sun
Waves rolling by
Gently to the shore
In a shallow sea
Beneath the waning sun
Waves rolling by
Gently to the shore
The ebb tide comes
The Island transformed
Another rock
Beside the ocean
On a shoreline of nothing
But rock and sand
Between
I am the storm
I am the waves battering the shore
The wind bending the trees
I am the waves battering the shore
The wind bending the trees
I am the sun
In a merciless sky
Casting heat shimmers on the endless sand
I am the night
Starless, moonless
An impenetrably dark fortress of isolation
I am too the calm
When the air is a puff of fragrant breeze
And birdsong carries for miles
And I am the earth
Fertile and life-giving
The solid ground underfoot
And I am the light
Illuminating the deepest darkness
Connected to all that is and ever will be
Barbwire and Corn
Headlights play
Over barbwire and corn
And I remember a bus driver
On the long way around
During spring semester
All our windows closed
His open wide while he
Takes deep nasal breaths
Over barbwire and corn
And I remember a bus driver
On the long way around
During spring semester
All our windows closed
His open wide while he
Takes deep nasal breaths
“Ahhh!”
He theatrically intones
Before another whistling breath
“Smell that fresh air!”
Musky dung beyond barbwire
Making us gag
As we pass his home
In a small development
Surrounded by farmer’s fields
“Mr. Abbott!” sang the chorus
No Safer Place
In the falling dusk
With the tide well out
I feel secure
In the tungsten warmth
Crackling firelight
Plays off the walls
Which shiver and creak
When the storm gusts come
With the tide well out
I feel secure
In the tungsten warmth
Crackling firelight
Plays off the walls
Which shiver and creak
When the storm gusts come
No safer place
Than a chair by the glass
Rain pelting the panes
Droplets running into lines
Refracting dying light
Journal in hand
The lamp set low
Raise my glass of red
To waves rumbling on the sand
Race the Sky
I stand
On the exposed bar of sand
Close my eyes
And listen
For the wind
And the waves
And the shutter click
Counting out the seconds
One by one by one by one
Isolation ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #114
Alone
I walk out
Onto the expanse
Of rippled sand
I walk out
Onto the expanse
Of rippled sand
The clouds
Roil and tumble above
In grandiose parade
Across azure sky
With every step
I feel a little smaller
A lone figure
Isolated on an expanding horizon
Until I stop
Breathe deeply
Breathe in all this
Glorious enormity
Art and Life
Sometimes
A moment
Comes together
A moment
Comes together
Unplanned
Unforeseen
Unforeseeable
Sometimes
The magic
Simply arises
Beyond the Edge
She came here, beyond the edge, because she was beyond the edge. Here, she could look straight into the tumult, because it was not her tumult, not her upheavals, not her crashing into the walls. It was not her tragedies.
Storm Season
I’ve got some time off. A lot of time, actually. I’ll spend most of it working on some projects and skiing. But today I drove and ferried out to Vancouver Island’s west coast, where it’s storm season. Big weather and big waves crashing down on rocky shores and wide sandy beaches that go on as far as the eyes can see through all that sea mist. Been out this way a few times before, but never while the Pacific was particularly angry. So, knocking something off the bucket list.
It was dismal grey and a little rainy when I left home, bound for the ferry terminal. A promising start.
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