Category: Moments

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 4, 20159:00 am

The Fog of Love

Continued from Enveloped.

I feel her, on the other side.
Know she is there.
Waiting.

Impatiently.

A mother knows these things.

And daughters always think they know better,
When they hardly know themselves.

I love the man.
She never understood that.
He is derisive,
Angers easily.

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 18, 20152:00 pm

Point Reyes Centering

To find the center
Of all that is
All that was
All that will be

I like the ocean best

A high overlook
With a hard onshore wind
Driving the breakers
Far onto shore

Landscape by Patrick JenningsJun 28, 20158:13 am

Rollling Hills, The Mereenie Loop, Near Gosse Bluff, Northern Territory, Australia

The Wide Ochre Land

I’ve heard it famously referred to as the wide brown land, but to me it is an expanse of ochre and red, tones more descriptive of its character. Australia is a rich land, but not overly saturated. Intense, but not glaring. One goes to ground here, becomes part of the earth, lives at a walker’s pace. Immersed in a hot bath of air, the heat fills my lungs, reddens my flesh, soothes my spirit.

Canon 5D Mark II by Patrick JenningsJun 12, 20159:21 pm

Hummingbird

Like hummingbirds
Carrying thimblefuls of water
To extinguish a bonfire

Olympus OM-2 by Patrick JenningsJun 11, 20156:50 am

Don’t touch that!

“Patrick! Don’t touch that!”

After which two things happened: I looked at my mother, and I touched it.

Landscape by Patrick JenningsMay 24, 20158:21 pm

Return from Angel’s Landing

Coming down from Angel’s Landing, I had no words, only peace and reverence.

Olympus OM-2 by Patrick JenningsMay 24, 20157:00 am

Black Sand Basin

The earth heaves up boiling water and steam, and from these mist coalesces, drifts with the light wind. We walk out over the simmering pools lined with vibrantly coloured minerals and flecked with obsidian, giving the basin its name. Vapour rises all around us. Every now and again, a burst of trapped air escapes, jetting sprays of searingly hot water well above our heads, and fortunately well away from the viewing platform built right over the bubbling land.

Abstract by Patrick JenningsMay 7, 20157:00 am

Arching Caress

She gasped with every page turned, taking in each image with surprise, joy, fascination. Then, she stopped, on this portfolio page. “Beautiful,” she said. Her eyes followed the arching steel once, before she touched the photograph. She touched it, tracing the arc of it slowly, deliberately, as if she could feel the smooth metal beneath her fingers. It was the kind of caress you give someone you’re passionate for, someone you’ve wanted, someone you’re touching for the very first time.