She lilts as sun spins to her other side Rivers of “blood” move into her heart Bringing with it a coolness that triggers events
“You again”, she says. “What can I do for you?” “You know. Just do whatever you do. No expectations.”
“I like you. You’re easy.”
The music begins and slowly starts the crescendo. Blackbirds panic in perfect harmonious murmurations Clouds can’t decide whether or not to stay for the whole show But we’re ok with that, they always end up contributing Woodwinds blow through triplet leaves in perfect step Songbirds strike out in dance, eating gnats and flies And percussive rustles in hidden shadows offer sweet backup
“Lovely, lovely!” I blurt like an unruly audience member. Everything stops for a second. She smiles. Behind the acoustic wall of mountains Clouds have joined in, dispersing sun’s energetic offerings
Sky on fire, sky on fire! Reflected glory, blood cells in her heart It’s all just too much, this orchestra of masses Organized, seemingly chaotic, symbiotic
Within minutes, the wave returns to its ocean A brief silence broken only by wind’s persistence Wind hates to stop the jam.
“How’d we do?” she asks. “Brilliant, as usual my dear. Thank you.” I bow to her. “See you tomorrow?” she asks. “Of course.”
We are all grass Among many grasses The lone portrait Is a lie We live Among the thickets Thriving In the dust Always at the ready To fight or die In darkness Death keeps us still In deep shadows We grope For knowledge And assurance When the light comes We rejoice The celebration Of life Of color Of comforting revelation
When you only have a very limited amount of time to make photo impressions at the end of the day….ya work with what you get. Lots of shadows and some opportunity for outside-of-the-box work. Embrace the darkness!