Photographs remind us
Of all the life we’ve lived
And all the time
Which passed between
Of all the life we’ve lived
And all the time
Which passed between
Category: Street Photography
This is how it really is
There are moments I’ve witnessed
Of such angelic perfection
Of such angelic perfection
As if existence itself
Had tapped me on the shoulder
And whispered, look
This is how it really is
Had tapped me on the shoulder
And whispered, look
This is how it really is
My hope and faith in humanity
Cannot be broken
Presence & Proximity
Presence
Is not a measure of
Proximity
Is not a measure of
Proximity
Love
Is not limited in quantity or quality by
Time or space
Smile! Not so much.
Don’t tell her to smile
Not now nor in twenty years
Let her moment be
Not now nor in twenty years
Let her moment be
Strands in the Rope
We are threaded
All these many layers deep
Strands in the twine
Twine in the rope
Rope in a braid
Sometimes frayed
Sometimes cut
Sometimes broken
Sundered
But always
Knit together again
Our existential naturale
All these many layers deep
Strands in the twine
Twine in the rope
Rope in a braid
Sometimes frayed
Sometimes cut
Sometimes broken
Sundered
But always
Knit together again
Our existential naturale
The strands seek the strength
Of numbers
Of diverse fibre
The twist that binds
Knotted to the cleat
That is love
That is compassion
That is empathy
But ever tested
By the pull of anger
Sheared by fear
Sundered by hate
But always
Knit together again
All strands in the rope
Otherness ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #228
Look back at normal
Which seems so very other
From our new normal
Which seems so very other
From our new normal
Familiar becomes
Other while other becomes
All too familiar
When Strangers Become Kin
Among the many magics
Of brandishing a camera
Amongst a crowd of strangers
Is that someone, always
Steps out of the crowd
Offers an intimate glimpse
Into the nature of their being
Of brandishing a camera
Amongst a crowd of strangers
Is that someone, always
Steps out of the crowd
Offers an intimate glimpse
Into the nature of their being
In that instant of friendship
The camera records a kind of kinship
Which is eternal and universal
I think every photographer must know
We are all much more alike
Than we are different
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