Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic
Photography Without Rules
If only I could stand on mountains
Or on the shoulders of men
Greater than I
Those whose lives have meaning
Beyond mere living
Statements made in their dying breath
Where can I find such a place
Within a heart
Of such complacency
This life lived
Head down
Burrowed into survival
And now as I survey
The landscape of past decades
That flash of lightning
A daughter calls
Or embraces
And says “I love you dad”
Thanks for all you did
I find
I am already there
We are told to be afraid
The world is falling apart…
Consider the moon
Easily we are swayed into fear.
Don’t look at the moon. Consider it. Think about it.
Let it take you to the wonder of our lives.
There is a deep desire
A soul’s delightful struggle
Deciding which calms deeper
The crashing of waves
Power, translated through the sand
The heartbeat of God
A peaceful sunset
The day
Set to slumber
Chopin’s concerto
Beethoven’s sonata
Musical manipulation of the heart
I cannot fix the world.
It was morning
Sun blazed our backs
Up all night
Chasing the moon
A polar coordinate of a post from October 2018 “Cranberry Flight”
Butterflies do not live to ninety-five
Nor do they fly at ninety-five (mph)
But the day was ninety-five (degrees Fahrenheit)
And this poor little cabbage white needed five minutes rest in the shade in our driveway.
Rest my heterochromatic friend!
In other old news: Phacelia cicutaria. May 2023
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