They say there’s got to be
A morning after
Just hold on
Through the night
I say the best work
Comes in the dark of night
And the morning after?
The words are posted
So coffee, ham and eggs
And maybe a post-posting edit
Tag: on writing
Three Mates and an Interloper
My train speeds through the station
Camera lens pressed to the window
Short staccato shutter bursts
Seeking moments and frames
In one second
Three frames
Find three mates
And an interloper
This image the best
From the middle frame
Captured in 1/16,000th of a second
Then… they’re gone forever
In that moment now the past
Scarce opportunity for impressions
Too little time, even
To register more than a glimpse
Of form and tone
Years later
I shape the RAW data into a photograph
Meanwhile my mind lingers
With a ridiculously brief moment
Captured by glass, sensor and silicon
Allow the words to come
That shape stories
From the raw material
Of images
Collected from
Stories I’ll never know
With my muse ephemera
I rewrite history
To serve the present
Then offer a gift
To eternity
Pierce the Fog
Beyond the headlands
And the sea
Sunrise pierces
Morning mist
While a fog
Engulfs me
Impenetrably
So, walk the shore
Where there, at least
The mist will rise
Along the path
Find nature’s beauty
Tenacious star
Breaks through what once
Was naught but darkness
Girds my faith
This sun’s path so too my own
Now navigate this darkened murk
To find again the light within
Seeking Dragons
I went out on a photo safari with a buddy of mine, eventually landing at Vancouver’s New Brighton Park, an inner harbour green space surrounded by port facilities, including this sugar off-loading dock.
I was intrigued by the shapes, and the somber mood of the clouds, and by the reflection the unloading facilities cast on Burrard Inlet. I shot off a series of photos, hoping something would work.
Pix to Words 