Category: Cameras

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 16, 20166:19 pm

BC Ferries, Nanaimo to Horseshoe Bay, Georgia Strait, British Columbia, Canada

Homeward Bound

There comes a point
In every journey
At which I’ve turned
For home

No more forward looking
No more anticipation
But for the threshold
And my own bed

Abstract by Patrick JenningsJan 16, 20164:05 pm

Painted Plywood, Stencil & Poster, Downtown Eastside, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

POST NO BILLS

POST
NO
BILLS

it said, in a staccato burst of bold white stencils the building’s entire length. Eight windows sheathed in brown plywood, each with a stencil, right in the center.

A stencil, and bills. A few, or a pattern of eight or more. Posters posted over the admonition, over the order, “POST NO BILLS”.

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 15, 20162:49 pm

Letters & Numbers Sphere, New Westminster Public Library, New Westminster, British Columbia, Canada

ESSSSSSSS!

Outside the library
Where my writer’s group meets
A rusted steel orb calls to me
As I exit every meeting

Come play with me!
Come play!

So I put my words away
My oh-so-many words
Take out my camera
And play with a sphere of letters

People by Patrick JenningsJan 15, 20167:30 am

My Bright Mantra

Eight years ago, right about this time, my life was a process of transformations. Significant ones. Life changers. World changers. Personal, spiritual, career, love: you name it, it was changing. It seemed like Bif Naked had a song for every single transformation, every single condition I was experiencing.

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 14, 20163:38 pm

Devil's Marbles, Simpson Desert, Northern Territory, Australia

Tree of Life

The sky is source

sun, rain, wind
the seasons

And I?

I spread my branches
all grace and reverence

basking in magnificence

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 13, 20167:11 pm

Prayer Wheels

Clockwise. Always clockwise. Clockwise round. Walking, spinning. Always clockwise. The wheels turn, continue turning, after they pass. Some turn and turn and turn while others fight against the inertia. Pilgrims, bright and tattered, or bright, or tattered. Some of these too will turn and turn, always clockwise, round the cluster of buildings capped in gold and brass at Labrangsi.

I will not count them: the prayer wheels, the meters, the pilgrims, the steps, the number of times I will feel the smooth patina of wood against my palm. I say to Emma: “I want to do this.” She assents.

Landscape by Patrick JenningsJan 12, 20169:01 pm

Near Joshua Tree National Park, California, United States of America

Velocity

The world reels by, unfurling at 90 miles an hour. At this speed, travel gains the sense of dance even on a relatively straight, flat interstate such as this section of I-395. I am aware of the countryside, the gentle undulations of the valley floor contrasting the angular gyrations of slowly eroding hillsides; I am aware of the thinning stands of Joshua Tree and can pick out a few individual shapes for their magnificence or their decrepitude; I notice the snowline band so evenly frosting the hill tops, that I am climbing toward the line, that I am now above it and that the snow along the roadside proceeds from spare dollops to a thin crust with mesquite poking through.

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 11, 20166:45 pm

Ming Dynasty Great Wall, Jiayuguan, Gansu Province, The People's Republic of China

To ride

It’s a little like water skiing, slalom, on a lake of glass. The sand between scattered clumps of thorny, ground-hugging scrub. Tires floating. Subtle adjustments on the handlebars as the tail slides, as the bike leans and yaws, as the turn that will right it comes around, slowly, slowly. Pedaling, pedaling.

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 10, 20161:06 pm

Waiting ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #19

I wait
For the flood tide of tourists
Arriving on buses
Destined for Islands
And secluded beaches

Carrying their openness
And prejudice
With equal tenacity
Conscious only
Of their openness

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 9, 20167:00 am

Route 66, Mojave Desert, California, United States of America

Heavy Rail

Surprised
I am
As always

While steel rails compress
Concrete ties depress
And the ground rumbles
Trembling underfoot