This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge, Muse, poses a simple enough challenge, “So what’s your muse — what subject do you turn to frequently, more inspired each time?”
Tag: Art
WordPress Photo Challenge: ROY G. BIV
It began with a drive down the Sea-to-Sky Highway, returning to Vancouver from Whistler. While still in the mountains, I shot The Tantalus Range from Cheakamus Canyon, just off the highway. Further along, after passing through Squamish, the light was pretty awesome all along Howe Sound, so I pulled off at Britannia Beach by the old Customs House to look for some landscape/seascape photo opportunities. I may yet get a few images out of that, but it wasn’t until I was on my way back to the car, ready to head off, that I noticed the sailboat. The sailboat is where this story begins.
Nature’s Paint Brush
Nature has this way
Of letting creatures who think they control her
Know she is always there
And how ephemeral their efforts really are
Of letting creatures who think they control her
Know she is always there
And how ephemeral their efforts really are
Photo Essay: Sanding ~ Fire
(Continued from Violet)
“This one is very, very yellow!”
She winced a little as the plea in his voice tainted the photograph of the very, very chiseled man on her Tinder app. She gave the image a flick to the right, thinking, I’ll come back for you later….
Photo Essay: Sanding ~ Violet
Her eye restively flitted about the image on the gallery wall. “I’m not sure where to look,” she said.
“I’m not sure you’re supposed to look at any one thing,” he replied.
Photo Essay: Sanding ~ The Peninsula
He walked along the peninsula
Seas of cobalt blue to either side
His only burden
Which sea to swim in
Seas of cobalt blue to either side
His only burden
Which sea to swim in
The privilege of this state of being
Never occurred to him
Nor the poverty
Which had elevated him
Photo Essay: Sanding ~ Mistaken
For a chilling moment, Janice felt Oscar’s eyes on her back. Nearly frozen with fear, she managed to steal a glance, and there he was, eyes narrowed on her, ready to pounce. Heart and mind raced — even if her feet would not — is it too far to the dryer?
Photo Essay: Sanding ~ Dragon & Slayer
A fusillade of arrows pierced
The preternatural fog
Falling to the lush grass
Harmless, all around them
The preternatural fog
Falling to the lush grass
Harmless, all around them
Photo Essay: Sanding ~ The Kiss
Through the speaker
The sound of her voice
Entered my heart
With ambrosial grace and presence
The sound of her voice
Entered my heart
With ambrosial grace and presence