Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic
Photography Without Rules
What story will you tell
When upon the hills of green and brown
Your fire delights
Til April’s rain
Does quench your flame
And to seed you travel
Gone too soon in my mind
Love these poppies. They are very delicate. Even a light April rain can knock off petals.
Is dead
Until realized
In the doing
Ultimate confidence
Ultimate Trust
Ultimate Burden
Spring brings that heat
Ninety-four million miles
To touch the face of delicacy
Whoever we are
Wherever we are
Peace may be found
In the quiet of the soul
Away from external demands
And perceived imaginations
Of doom and gloom
I wholly reject the messages: We should be divided, the government is my savior, I cannot effect change within my own sphere.
Live.
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 