She was like a hurricane
Though no calm in her eye
Though no calm in her eye
Instead, a depth
Intensity
Tragedy
A wake of human debris
In her path
Tag: living in the moment
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 ~ Continents
Concepts flow in my mind
Like continents
Ideas emerge from oceans of possibility
Sink into them, and become lost
They collide, synthesizing one from two
Divide, calving two from one
Like continents
Ideas emerge from oceans of possibility
Sink into them, and become lost
They collide, synthesizing one from two
Divide, calving two from one
Vanishing point
I try to look too far
Ahead and behind
Seeking insight
Which is strongest
Farthest reaching
At the point on which
I stand
In the moment
I stand there
Ahead and behind
Seeking insight
Which is strongest
Farthest reaching
At the point on which
I stand
In the moment
I stand there
Gateways
“Travelling South East Asia,” he said
“You’ll wake up every morning
And have no idea
What the day will bring.”
Reflections on a perfect place
There are places
Of peace and tranquility
Of peace and tranquility
Where the sounds of water
Lapping at your canoe
The trill of a loon
And a child’s laughter
Splashing in the lake
Become a presence
One Word Photo Challenge: Wet
There is nothing quite like
The way a child takes comfort
In water
The way a child takes comfort
In water
Modern until tomorrow
Modern until tomorrow
When today becomes yesterday
When today becomes yesterday
Tying thoughts in Gordian Knots
My mind
Tries to know itself
Tying thoughts in Gordian Knots
Of increasing perplexity
Tries to know itself
Tying thoughts in Gordian Knots
Of increasing perplexity
What is there in a laugh?
What is there in a laugh that time avoids to know?
Look at all the people out there playing
Running from the past
“Can I make my bus,” he cries, “or will I see the show?”
We surround ourselves with time
Building with the laughter a doorway to the mind
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