There are many portals in the forest
Each one leading the imagination
To an enchanted secret garden
single frame photograph, made while “light hunting”
Portal
Category: ekphrastic
Living on the Moon
It’s quiet here
Cold and dusty
Bring a broom
Rising Tides
We all went for the brass ring
And found it rusted
Betraying its promise
Watching the tide rise
We refused to get up
Sitting was too comfortable
Now we can’t get up
For fear
Of casting us all asunder
Restless
Closing my eyes
What do I see?
I see the wind,
And the sun chasing shadows
A day, once a resounding choir
Now, only whispers
One of my favorite photographic spots from 2012. It still is a favorite. I’m pretty sure it still is. It is now a forbidden zone. It’s a dystopian nightmare, when people with power, so utterly gripped by fear who lead through fear bear down on the masses with ridiculous decisions.
I miss this place terribly, there is a hole in my heart.
Three photographs stitched and heavily edited.
DOTS
Water lapped against the jetty
A helicopter roared at the Naval base
Jets blasted their goodbyes behind me
A million people sat down to dinner
As dwellers scurried in their walks
Their runs, their yoga, their fishing
Suddenly all time stopped
As the moon rose from behind the curtain
And reminded us
How small we really are,
That there are things much bigger
Than the sum of all of us
A throng of phone cameras ensued
The old man with two more generations fishing
Even the walked dogs
Stopped and were silent
It was all just too much
And just the right amount
