The bends oft
Obscure the end
Yet go
I must
And like the river
Wend
Until the end
Is sure
Obscure the end
Yet go
I must
And like the river
Wend
Until the end
Is sure
Photographically Inspired Writing
Category: Landscape
Born of the Tempest
Some things
Are not meant to be seen
Under a blue sky
In the full glare of the sun
Are not meant to be seen
Under a blue sky
In the full glare of the sun
Some things
Were born of the tempest
And their beauty lies
In the storm
Solemn Wonders
I share the long, shallow beach
With a few dozen souls
All of a demeanor
In their slow meander
Up and down the shoreline
With a few dozen souls
All of a demeanor
In their slow meander
Up and down the shoreline
Hands pocketed
Shoulders hunched
Voices hushed
They’re a beautiful sight
These denizens of stormy weather
There’s a strength
In their solemn wonder
Here where nature runs her course
Indifferent to the human presence
While the humans revel quietly
In hers
Crescendo of Love
The day wanes
Punctuated by
A crescendo of colour
To which I am immune
Punctuated by
A crescendo of colour
To which I am immune
Eyes closed
In your arms
A burst of colour
Beyond any sunset
Island of the Tides
The tide
High
And I
Am an Island
High
And I
Am an Island
Isolated
And alone
But tides turn
And so do I
So soon
The sea
Reveals
The sand
And I
Am one
With the
World
Again
Photography
Click Click Click Click Click Click
As a photographer
I have never been satisfied with
Two dimensions
A single moment in time
Or even reality
I prefer
To create
Rather than
Record
Light is my palette
A digital file my canvas
A computer my brush
And all the world
Is beautiful data
To be transformed into art
