Tag: Howe Sound

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 2, 201611:18 am

Dusk, Bowyer Island, Howe Sound, From Horseshoe Bay, Sea to Sky Highway, British Columbia, Canada

This world

This world
Of dusky blues
And blackened greens

This world
In which
Imagination sings

This world
Appears to me
In dreams

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMar 16, 201611:08 am

Sea to Sky Highway, Howe Sound, Britannia Beach, British Columbia, Canada

The Calm After

As the calm dusk
Settles in
After

The sky breaks through
Promising a better day
Tomorrow

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMar 2, 20167:29 am

Howe Sound, Sea-to-Sky Highway, Britannia Beach, British Columbia, Canada

Gathering Dusk

In the gathering dusk
I am grateful
For a fast, wide lens
And a ridiculously high
ISO

Else I’d have never known
The depths of blue
The click of a shutter
Could create
In just half a second

Poetry by Patrick JenningsFeb 15, 201611:03 pm

Howe Sound, Sea to Sky Highway, British Columbia, Canada

Azure

Azure the sea
Slate the sky
The Islands
In between

The day was long
Night comes on
To fitful
Sleep go I

Poetry by Patrick JenningsFeb 2, 20161:35 pm

A Stormy Dusk, Howe Sound, Sea to Sky Highway, British Columbia, Canada

Howe Sound Dusky Blues

Dusk descends
Hard and fast
Like the rain

Clouds
And mountains
Mingle

In a waning light
The camera records
As a monochrome

Poetry by Patrick JenningsDec 24, 201511:02 pm

Porteau Cove, Howe Sound, British Columbia, Canada

Slate

In a world the tone of slate
I seek beauty in
Texture
Tone
The interplay of shadow and highlight
In the quality and dynamic
Of shape, form and composition

Poetry by Patrick JenningsDec 22, 20154:33 pm

The Sundeck at the Edge of the World

Nothing reminds me better
How little most of it matters
Than a chair like this
In a place like this

Poetry by Patrick JenningsOct 14, 20157:00 am

Woodfibre Ferry

Vibrant
Important
Utilitarian

Once

Abandoned
Derelict
Unprofitable

Now

Poetry by Patrick JenningsOct 12, 20159:16 pm

Peaceful Sound

In the calm after
Clouds trail listlessly
Lying low in the valleys
Or spread thinly in the sky
While the sun’s last rays
Glimmer off the glassy ocean

Poetry by Patrick JenningsOct 12, 201512:42 pm

Angry Sound

Roaring down the sound
With angry ferocity
Kicking up white caps
Driving breakers onto shore

I lean into the attacking wind
Hold the camera steady
As the battalion of clouds
Advance, malice intended