My power drained
The darkness came
And in this isolated
Night of the soul
I must seek the light
Within
The darkness came
And in this isolated
Night of the soul
I must seek the light
Within
Category: Cameras
Absurd ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #74
There is a cow
Standing in a pile of last night’s refuse
Chewing at its breakfast
Of streamers and ribbon
Standing in a pile of last night’s refuse
Chewing at its breakfast
Of streamers and ribbon
In the early, decrepit morning
On the side of a busy, urban road
And no one cares to notice, but me
But that’s India: mad as a hatter
A million times a day
Absurd until it seems normal
Wood
Piled high
As kites can fly
And like the spires
Of Hindu Ghats
The wood of Kashi
On Ganga banks
As kites can fly
And like the spires
Of Hindu Ghats
The wood of Kashi
On Ganga banks
To build the pyres
For funeral blaze
Lit from embers
Of Shiva’s fire
Burns every hour
Of every day
Four thousand years
And still today
Culture Feast
The frame is full
With teeming activity
Colour and humanity
My eye
Cannot find a place to rest
With teeming activity
Colour and humanity
My eye
Cannot find a place to rest
And then it does
But only for a moment
Until something else
Pulls it away
In this visual cacophony
Of a culture traveler’s feast
Ritual and Playful
Mother and daughters
New moon Ganga ritual
Splash! Splash! Splash! They’re cleansed
New moon Ganga ritual
Splash! Splash! Splash! They’re cleansed
Playful ritual
Paddling on styrofoam
While mother washes
The Angel
The flotilla of pilgrims and tourists makes its way up the Ganges River, leaving behind the Ganga Aarti, the nightly Worship to Fire ceremony at Dashashwamedh Ghat, on the riverbank. Our boat passes another, a candlelit vision aboard it.
I Fell in Love
I fell in love
With the vivid colour
With the vivid colour
So I settled in
To setup the shot
When a little girl
Ran through it
So I fell in love
With her too
A Little Music ~ A Little Dance
I remind myself
Everyday:
A little music
A little dance
Even better:
A lot
The Look
Forgive me
Young man
For startling you
With my camera
Young man
For startling you
With my camera
I heard
But did not hear
You exiting the door
And my eye
Was on a scooter
For which I’d waited
A Boy in the Shadows
I step
From the shadows
Into the light
With the innocence
Of a child
Ready
To take flight
From the shadows
Into the light
With the innocence
Of a child
Ready
To take flight
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