Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic
Photography Without Rules
Silence hung in the air
Like the lingering pleasure
Of being kissed in our youth
Clouds drew tears
Condensed
From speed and compression
The chill of night
Threatened
But was ignored
We were alive
And living.
One with each other
One
With all
The living
Sequential-single frame multiple exposure dreamscape.
print: https://bluemarblephotography.smugmug.com/Photographs/Black-Birds-Crows-Swallows/i-HpCv84z/A
If not for the sake of the journey
There is little to be found in the exercise
Of expanding the mind artistically
What would be most difficult
Becomes a perceived mountain to climb
And when it becomes apparent
That perfection is a lie
We search for the next mountain to climb
What will we find next?
Are muses real? They haunt, taunt and flaunt. Revealing my weaknesses like a storefront mannequin.
I don’t believe anything I just wrote. Do I?
It’s ironic
The nearest nature refuge
Has a freeway running through it
Humans in a hurry
Making background audio
For the freeway on the lake
Yes, I am obsessed with this project….fourteen years and running at this location. At some point, I might make all the work I can discover and will shift my focus.
Walking near dead grass, dust from the trail speaks a language of ages.
Sage and buckwheat shout the joy of summer’s calling.
This year, it will be short, but splendor will splash the air.
Bees frantically work, supporting the hive.
Descending into enchanted realms. Local universes.
Do they worry or fret? Counting flowers and days without rain.
Those things, considered “dead.”
Speak loudest of all.
About days gone by. Three weeks of glory for some.
Others, like the oak, masters of maternal care.
Spent years of reliable service. Never wavering. Strong, sure and fast.
Shading rabbit and coyote alike.
Their roots, were once alive with the harmonics of the beating heart called earth.
Now waiting patiently.
For rebirth.
Had to do a little impression work yesterday. Photos are edited for contrast. Russian 44-2 Modified Lens.
Shadows reveal
A certain energy
Hurried
In random directions
How many times
Has this happened
How long
Has this gone on?
What else have I missed
In this world
Of fairies,
Sprites and pixies?
(2) photo manipulation – in the garden –
To plant a garden is the beginning of hope and the discipline of care.
Its creation, begets creation.
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 