Abstracted Sunset

…or maybe it was sunrise.. I don’t remember

but the woods covered me in near silence
only the sounds of air moving between trees

I could have been a fish off the California coast
In the quiet kelp forest with only the sound
Of water moving toward the shoreline

As it is
I am just human

oils on canvas – 36″x36″

A Little Funk

Put a little funky music to a poem by Richard Leach. From his book “At this Time” – http://www.lulu.com/us/en/shop/richard-leach/at-this-time/paperback/product-23494265.html


Trouble (2017)
There’s trouble when you sit and trouble when you stand
trouble with your ostrich and trouble with your sand

There’s trouble when you’re tight and trouble when you’re loose
trouble with your gander and trouble with your goose

There’s trouble with your pride and trouble with your shame
trouble with your albatross and trouble with your blame

There’s trouble with your hook and trouble with your bait
trouble with your freedom and trouble with your fate

There’s trouble with your gremlins and trouble with your gods
trouble with your evens and trouble with your odds

There’s trouble with your symbol and trouble with your sign
trouble with your water and trouble with your wine

There’s trouble with your humbug and trouble with your bah
trouble with your do re mi, trouble with your fa

There’s trouble with your January, trouble with your June
trouble with your later and trouble with your soon

There’s trouble on the ground and trouble in the air
you know what I’m saying next – I think there’s trouble everywhere

©Richard Leach

Lunacy

The moon.
Somethin’ about it.
Drives me crazy.
Looking for it.
Waiting for it.

Much of my photographic work includes the moon in its different phases.
This video depicts some of that work along with Debussy’s Claire de Lune played by Simone Renzi.

The Big Stew

Mud on my shoes
In my blood
Smell the dirt
Forgotten memories
The warmth
Of my mother’s placenta

Rivers surge
Make smooth the hardest of rock
Constant rhythmic pounding
Pushed by a forceful heart
Driven to the sea
The big stew

How foolish
To wake up
Thinking
For one nano-second
This is a place to visit
When…

I am the mud
I am the river, the rock
A speck
In the big stew

“Hiking Notes”