Tag: photography
They come for the snow
For the high mountain vistas
To be above the clouds
Above it all
They come to rise up
Then to speed down
To glide on silken slopes
The graceful arc of edges
Tyaughton Canoeing
All I need is
A canoe
A paddle
And a clear, calm mountain lake
With every stroke
I feel my tensions release
My thoughts slide down my arms
Into the paddle
Grand, Beautiful, Divine
Which remind me
How grand it is
How beautiful
How divine
Deep Cove
I relax
Let my thoughts drift
On the clear water
They lap lightly
On the shores of consciousness
Meeting Lenin
The men hist’ry treats with greatness
Often with the best intentions
They philosophize false witness
They script the creeds
Direct the deeds
They lead a people
To their fate
Or is it ‘fate’ created?
In a Haze
The pilgrims
And the tourists
Come
To Tibet
In the heart of Beijing
It’s so decreed
By The Party
Places of Tranquility
Of peace
Of tranquility
Places where we simply
Are
Places where we simply
Be
Fascinating
How often I find
Places of worship there
Happiness in Kashgar
She’d seen my camera
A foreigner with a camera
“Take my picture!”
Happily, I oblige
Line her up with the street
The cyclist, passing by