Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic
Photography Without Rules
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
You were there
Watching me skip stones
Falling headlong
Into cold waters
Learning to swim
Learning to drown
You were there
Last night
Hiding in the reeds
Reflections
Slapping me
Out of it
Awake now.
See you
Tomorrow
what is a meta for?
if it’s not a metaphor, if it’s not an analogy
maybe it’s an anaphor…metagy?
double exposure photograph and some applied textures
A world of banality
Holds its secrets close
Reveals them
Only to those willing
To look
And look again
“My beauty
Is not so obvious.
I will test
Your will”
The beauty of water
Is its ability
To reflect
And bend
One may enjoy
A peaceful moment
Lulling away
After ripples
Of conflicted
Realities
The peace
Of cool environs
The bustle
Of colliding contrails
Overhead
Summer came and went. It seems like it happens every year now!
Music used under CC license from Museopen.org – Erik Satie
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 