Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic
Photography Without Rules
if it’s just about the photography experience
It is said
That to gaze into the waters
For too long
Will hypnotize
The dreamer.
One may wander
Into the deep,
Too deep
Where paths vanish.
Up is down, down is up.
Consumed by memory,
Light fills the eyes
Like the blackness
Of sleep’s
Eternal suspension.
multiple exposure photograph
free verse inspired by Frodo’s descent into the swamp
Oh that sense of power
To “turn down the sun”
With a thumb
Click click click
Just like that!
We photographers love that!
Crush those shadows
Let that back-lighting POP!
It’s just too much.
Too much fun
Too much control!
And in the process
We learn to appreciate shadows
Their dark mystery
Telling secrets ignored.
That dried flower
Is not actually glowing
We all glow
We just don’t know it
a simple photograph with “the sun turned down a little”
The edges of my life are still blurry
And sometimes,
It feels like I’m flying alone.
Moon tells me this is not so.
“It’s all in your head” she says.
Cloud becomes indignant…
“And what am I to you?
All these years I have performed
At your every whim,
Creating mood and color?”
Sun waxes stoic.
“You hurt me with that assessment,
But I understand your condition.
Sometimes,
We stop seeing what our eyes are telling us
And we listen to that recurring nightmare
That will not leave us alone.
Open your eyes
Live the beauty set before you.
Let it fill your every pore.
I will cover your face
With the energy
That fosters love, gentleness,
And kindness.
Isn’t this sufficient?”
Yes…it is.
October 9 marked one year here on WordPress. Thank you everyone who has been a sun and moon to me in this crazy expressive world.
photograph is multiple exposures – post includes color shifts and light texture
One thing I have learned
It can’t be all bad to have
Your ducks in a row
although, it may be likened to trying to “herd cats”
reality was, isn’t and never will be wholly predictable
why do I feel like I’m in a box when I write a haiku?
My life with you has been like lying down in open fields.
I can smell the odor of decay, and I am at peace with its joy.
Life to life we walk this way, unencumbered. The absence of oppression between us has been long fought for. Maturity has molted away those childish jealousies.
When we visit the sea, we sit close enough to the water’s edge to feel the rage of the waves. They set a strong tempo for our hearts. Like the beach, we are constantly changed for the better. Together, we support many lives. What a gift, to welcome the rising sun! Listen to the sounds of squabbling birds who eventually settle into the race, this becomes our choir.
In these last steps on the path to our home. I can smell the scent of our garden. The musk of tomato and squash. Gardens of so many years…so many harvests. Some more plentiful than others. Yet, it is the bounty of something shared where we find our treasure. We have lost ourselves intentionally, growing renewed and perfected. Looking back is sweet, but who we have become is worth more and is more durable than harvests and breaking waves.
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 