Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic
Photography Without Rules
New carpet covers the path
As we pass one another
Our masks force us
To look into each others eyes
To see a smile
Smile we do
Speaking with our friends
Without words
The trees that cover us
Laugh at our limited vision
Sleeping in warm beds
What I saw:
SoCal trees are a little slow on the uptake. The nights get cool, but the days are still warm, so our poor trees become confused.
Eventually, like children, they concede it’s time to “sleep.”
Winds buffet my face
As I run to your shelter
Youth has returned into my blood
Into the heart
Praying,
I ask for quiet
But the screams
Of unanswered dreams
Fall from the sky
Like the leaves of autumn
Lasting reminders
Brilliant and lovely
In their death
Sharing a moment
With the bark of an old tree
Lines etched on my forehead
We weep together
Sending drops into the river
Hoping for an answer
Many were the words
That built the dam
Holding us all captive
Too busy raging
To hear anything
Of real substance
We settled.
Let go of the rope
And let our consciences drown
Compromise should never include our honesty, integrity, ability to love, or the hope for redemption of even the worst of us.
Heartbeats
Rumble in
Pulses
From across the world
Wild saline
A mother’s touch
Irresistible
Irreversible
Irreconcilable
Irrevocable
Iridescent transformation
From life to life
A little time spent by the ocean fixes many broken connections
I live an extraordinarily boring life, and I’m good with that.
27 minutes of ocean speak:
Neither made of steel
Nor of braided rope
Do I find these bonds
It is the capturing
Of the mind
That can be most corrupt
Control is as simple
As closing my eyes
Under the pier
Waves cover me
Sand breaking the shell
Salt healing my wounds
I have been “under water” for the last eight weeks. Sometimes work requires every ounce of my being. I may play hooky on Friday and breathe a little.
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 