In the flat light
Underground
Splash of colour
Rhythms in the mundane
Frame a mild
Beauty
Underground
Splash of colour
Rhythms in the mundane
Frame a mild
Beauty
Tag: Spain
Amigos Mundos
In the everyday
It’s the moments spent
With the ones we love
Which make our hearts lighter
The moments better
The living sweeter
It’s the moments spent
With the ones we love
Which make our hearts lighter
The moments better
The living sweeter
Gravity
I see you
Seeing me
As she sees me
And he sees someone
No one else sees
Seeing me
As she sees me
And he sees someone
No one else sees
And I wonder
What you wonder
About what I wonder
While he wonders
About whom I wonder
All this seeing
And not seeing
All this wondering
About wondering
It all turns
Upon its tail
While all along
The water falls
With a noisy whoosh
The flow always down
Gravity draws all to Earth
Still we are always free
In our myriad ways
To see what we will see
All the while wondering
Just what is up
Quiet ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #189
In the small hours of the night
Somewhere between the last “sweet dreams”
And the alarm clock’s insistent chatter
I like to go out into the city
Somewhere between the last “sweet dreams”
And the alarm clock’s insistent chatter
I like to go out into the city
These quiet hours
In the quiet streets
Shared by a few other strays
When being alone in my own skin
Offers a kind of camaraderie with other lone souls
Being alone in their own skin
Past Imperfect Present
In this grand sweep of history
Stand I
Stand I
A figure out of time
A being out of context
Trying to understand
Reasons from another reason
All I know
In the end
Are these columns
Carved from red stone
Their perfect geometry
Constructed in an imperfect world
Just as the world
Ever is
Just as I
Ever am
The Trials and Rewards of Architectural Photography at Night
With this lens
No wider
No wider
Already
Standing in the street
Wary of taxis and buses
The trees obscuring
Already
In my hands
No tripod
The light
So very low
Contrast
So very high
Under a darkling sky
Near the end
Of the sun’s
Long good-night
By this light
No darker
click-cliick-cliiick
Exposures times three
Then merge exposures
To become one
In a too-small frame
With tree branches
Encroaching
While taxis and buses
Approaching
Held that lens
In my hands
With low light
And this frame
So this print
No better
But then too
Not bad
Moments Worth Collecting
Friends and phones and photos
The sharp attack
Of pigeon feathers fluttering
The sharp attack
Of pigeon feathers fluttering
At the park
On a sunny Sunday
In a timeless observance
Of time’s frivolous expense
Small moments accumulate
In a life worth living
Layers of Existence
We live
Within a tapestry
Of universes
Within a tapestry
Of universes
Intertwined
Overlapped
Layer upon layer
Of existence
Simultaneous
Discrete
Yet none
Entirely separate
From the others
A community
A reef
Beneath the ripples
Of time
Lens-dropping a Conversation
Fragments
Of a conversation
Unheard
Of a conversation
Unheard
My mind
Fills the emptiness
Unspoken
Creates
Stories imagined but
Untold
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