“Come visit me” she whispered and tugged.
“Come walk along my shores,
Stand on my cliffs
Listen to my song.
I never stop singing, you know.”
So I did. We all did.
And were better for it.
La Pacifica
Category: photography
if it’s just about the photography experience
Urban Hunter
Hey! Oh, it’s you. Whadda ya doin?
Can’t a guy get a bite around here without someone buttin’ in? How’d you like it if I walked up to your dinner table a took a picture of you while you were eating? Sheesh! The nerve of some people.
Hey was that you on the trail I jumped in front of a couple of weeks ago? Startled you didn’t I? Serves you right. I was trackin’ a rabbit dinner ’til you came along and scared it off.
Humans…bah!
Little Reminders
If I should hike and conquer mountains,
Yet fail to stop and witness the links of complex beautiful life forms
What have I accomplished?
Going Home
Those words
When we say them
Mean Nothing
And Everything
A subjective a comment
Unique
Only to the speaker
Such places
Only exist in our minds
For a time
While the walking
Directs our steps
To perilous places
Where we fear
Being torn apart
Though once we’ve traversed the gauntlet
Of hungry wolves and bears
We find the single door
Of long standing memory
Painted same as childhood dream
Knocking avails no answer
Fumbling keys do not fit the lock
Slowly opens of its own volition
And is filled with home
The subjective agreement
Of rest and assurance
Winter’s Hand
Winter’s hand
Wraps me in its cold cold grip
Barren are the trees
They call me
In quiet whispers
Green sleeps
In hibernating animation
Resolute
Waiting
For the explosion
Foreboding
And welcoming
Simultaneously
This moment
Of complete stillness
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 