From the very beginning
Life has always been
A journey
Life has always been
A journey
Tag: photography
Other ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #72
I seek other
To discover
Self
To discover
Self
Vancouver
It is, after all
Just a small collection of buildings
Snuggled up to a forest
Surrounded by water
In the shadow of mountains
Just a small collection of buildings
Snuggled up to a forest
Surrounded by water
In the shadow of mountains
Dominated by nature
Which is, of course
Its greatest appeal
Children
Aren’t we all
Afterall
The same
All around the world
Afterall
The same
All around the world
Until
Somehow
We learn to forget
We’re children
Hardened Shell
Cutting through the hardened shell
Of cognitive dissonance
And confirmation bias
Reveals a frightening realm
Of ill-defined objects
And unresolved detail
Of cognitive dissonance
And confirmation bias
Reveals a frightening realm
Of ill-defined objects
And unresolved detail
But better to crawl through
To this wilderness of consciousness
Than remain unconscious
Battering the cage
Of my own ignorance
Angles and Hard Lines
I have made myself
A collection of angles and hard lines
A manifestation of steely pride
A collection of angles and hard lines
A manifestation of steely pride
Still the shadow of nature
Falls upon me
With her supple forms
Her irregular grace
So I quiet the urge for being
Let her sunshine warm me
And become the bough
Blowing in the wind
Emergency Use Only
The rain came hard
The mountains came down
The mountains came down
In torrents
Of mud
And rock
And trees
Wiping away bridges
Wiping away people
The road broke down
So access broke down
Rugged ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #71
It was an old, bitter place
Grizzled and hard
Grizzled and hard
A land made
Of strife
And loss
And longing
Chipped rugged
With malice
And petulance
The sky
Whispered menace
And even a calm sea
Cut rough on the keel
Like sun-baked leather
World Awry
In a world gone awry
Yet burgeoning
With the potential
For growth and new life
He clung to the old ways
Like a dead leaf
To a broken stem
On a barren tree
In the dead of winter
Yet burgeoning
With the potential
For growth and new life
He clung to the old ways
Like a dead leaf
To a broken stem
On a barren tree
In the dead of winter
He lived
In oblivion
Surrounded by
Possibility
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