Category: Ricoh RF 500

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 15, 20153:15 pm

Meeting Lenin

Sometimes I sit and think about
The men hist’ry treats with greatness
Often with the best intentions
They philosophize false witness

They script the creeds
Direct the deeds
They lead a people
To their fate

Or is it ‘fate’ created?

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 14, 20151:47 pm

Places of Tranquility

There are places
Of peace
Of tranquility

Places where we simply
Are

Places where we simply
Be

Fascinating
How often I find
Places of worship there

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 13, 201512:21 pm

Gosse Bluff, from the Mereenie Loop, Northern Territory, Australia

Into the Red Centre

Four wheels
Four cylinders
Four windows
All rolled down

At eighty
Kilometers per hour
4-80 air conditioning

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 16, 20158:53 pm

Tnorala Dreaming

In the time of world-dawn
When the ancestors dreamed
The world into being, raised
colour from the grey, formed
being from nullity
The women danced as stars
In the heavens

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 10, 20157:00 am

Symmetry and Shadow

Exquisite symmetry
Broken only by shadows
Fallen astray
Creating:

Shape
Beauty
Insight
Possibility

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 9, 20157:55 pm

Broken things

The things we can make
Of broken things
Surprise and delight
Like a mosaic,
Or a temple

The friends we can make
Of broken friends
Surprise and delight
Like a lover
Or a mentor

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 3, 201511:36 am

Mysteries Locked Inside

Three doorways nestled
Among the flame trees
Ornate, proud and beckoning
Mysteries locked inside

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 3, 20157:00 am

The Great Wave

In the floating world
The Great Wave rises, destroys
Subsides. All is still

Ricoh RF 500 by Patrick JenningsJul 2, 20158:04 pm

My Muses: Ruins

What I love about ruins most is the gestures of grandeur or utility they once were, the stories of their use, of their place in a time and society which no longer exists. I love them for the markers of history they are, here, now — in the present — how they act as transporters to another time, another place.

Abstract by Patrick JenningsJun 29, 201510:15 pm

Harry the Little Hurricane

Harry got his name when he was still a little swirl of wind and rain far out in the Atlantic. But Harry had aspirations. He wanted to become a grand vortex of mighty winds, driving the ocean in front of him far onto land. He wanted his rain to drown the land, far beyond his storm surge, his wind to blow down trees, powerlines, to blow the very walls off the buildings in his path.

Destruction, afterall, is what hurricanes like Harry do!