I make no room
In my heart
For hate
In my heart
For hate
Category: Street Photography
Fractured Flash
I pan the camera
180 degrees
Seawall to Seawall
From Lions Gate span
Into Eastern sun
Morning fog
Laying low
180 degrees
Seawall to Seawall
From Lions Gate span
Into Eastern sun
Morning fog
Laying low
Three times
A pair of runners
Find the frame
One time coming
One time going
And one time
In a fractured flash
As they pass before me
Movement ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #85
In a world
Flattened and stilled
My taxi crawls
Toward a fogged-in airport
Flights delayed
Flattened and stilled
My taxi crawls
Toward a fogged-in airport
Flights delayed
Forward progress
Intermittent
Passing
Ill-advised
Emptiness ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #84
I often ponder
Choices made
When I’m taking
Photographs
Choices made
When I’m taking
Photographs
A moment here
A moment there
Adjusting frame
Awaiting light
Or add a child
Just running through
What once was full
Seems emptiness
Which strikes me now
So much like life
Five Priests
Five priests
Raise fire
Into night
Raise fire
Into night
On Ganga banks
At Shiva’s
Light
Where people come
To see
The sight
Some pray
Some pay
In boats
Packed tight
Games ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #83
The game of games
In every land
Its dreams
Of fame and glory
Roaring crowds
And adulation
Playing out
In young boy’s hearts
Under the lights
Imagining a stadium
Fans in every seat
A swing away
From eternal meaning
In every land
Its dreams
Of fame and glory
Roaring crowds
And adulation
Playing out
In young boy’s hearts
Under the lights
Imagining a stadium
Fans in every seat
A swing away
From eternal meaning
Boats
In the deepening night
Long after Aarti fires
Extinguish
A late boat returns
While some colleagues rest
On gentle ripples
And others await repair
Uncomfortably aground
Long after Aarti fires
Extinguish
A late boat returns
While some colleagues rest
On gentle ripples
And others await repair
Uncomfortably aground
Fire ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #82
Every night
The aarti fire
Five priests
Pay homage
To Shiva’s gifts
While one boy
In their shadow
Shines bright
The aarti fire
Five priests
Pay homage
To Shiva’s gifts
While one boy
In their shadow
Shines bright
The Birds
They flock
The gulls
To feed
On seed
And bread
That’s thrown
From boats
On which
The tourists
View
The banks
Where
Funeral
Pyres burn
All day
And night
The gulls
To feed
On seed
And bread
That’s thrown
From boats
On which
The tourists
View
The banks
Where
Funeral
Pyres burn
All day
And night
Marker on the Way Home
She’s my marker
The jewellery seller
Leaning against
The Tower of Baba
The jewellery seller
Leaning against
The Tower of Baba
I stop by her ad-hoc shop
Mapping my way home
In my mind
From here
A set of stairs
Like a hundred others
All along the the Ganga banks
For miles north and south
Except these stairs
Lead home, almost straight
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