Seek the beauty
In the broken
The decrepit
And ugly
I find it
Almost always
A lesson as valuable
For the photographer
As for the pilgrim
I find it
Almost always
A lesson as valuable
For the photographer
As for the pilgrim
I am struck by the depth of gratitude
Rising like a sun with my own inner light
For the guidance, support and encouragement
Offered by family and friends and mentors
And the generous kindness of strangers
Who have made of themselves
Friends
I stand here
In the light
With my platoon
Ready to take on
Anything
Thank You
Laws which I do well to heed
If my art is to succeed
Nature I do not exploit you
Nor wrest the brushes from your hand
It’s not my mind to alter your decision
But offer you my humble vision
I’ve seen a hundred shots
From just this spot
But none gifted with this light
Gifted with this atmosphere
Gifted with this glory
A fortune
Of time and place
Being there
In the moment
Camera in hand
It’s an intense study of subject I don’t feel comfortable exploring with people. I tell myself, “I’m getting too much in someone’s face,” but I know it’s just as much putting them in my face. The subject has eyes, and a mind, and both are looking right back at me. Too intimate!
Though the power
In her voice came
From the moments
Between words
Between songs
In quiet introspection