We are in agreement The birds and I Our sacred covenant N’er to be broken
They swear To look for you At every corner And shadow
For the price of suet and seed
And when found They will report to me Your whereabouts In complete detail Whether high or low
They follow my every step
Now, no longer Do I wait by lit window Nor anticipate another sunset Without half of my soul
Be it cliff or chilly waters Mired exposure Dangers from vicious beasts Dangers from within Or falls within the abyss of doubt
We will find you And you will find me In this new place You bring us to.
There is no such thing as Valentines Day. There is no such thing as romance. There is only the practice of love. It takes us through dark places into the light. It takes our every ounce of strength, and gives us comfort when everything changes. And only works, when we give everything without accounting. Not easy.
Understand how the camera works. Understand ALL the possibilities. Understand the rules. Then go and make whatever the mind can imagine with these tools. Push the camera to its limits. Reveal all the possibilities. Break all the rules if you have to. Make new rules.
Well, they were good last night. But it was a surreal experience. Looking up, there was the fingernail moon…all smilely-like. It’s grin shone through the naked tree limbs overhead. I called “Hey!” and made a photograph. A happy photograph.
Turning toward the dark waters, my mind looked for something compelling. There in the deep murk, was the moon again. In that context, he seemed a little sad …so I made photo of sad moon. Couldn’t make up my mind. Sometimes it just goes like that…even when conditions are right.
Moon told me, “it’s all good, and moment-to-moment. Just live it.” Peering again through naked limbs I could make out a silent voice. She told me to “settle down. Listen to wind, you can learn much from silence.”
It appears calm The surface nearly flat Yet those small ripples…waves Belie a boiling unseen
In my dreams of unrest Uncertainty Waves crash overhead Control completely lost
No longer a man In this dream I am a boy Thrown about Away
Reduced to flotsam Bound to continuous churning Without escape Save the awakening
It has been some time since I’ve experienced this dream. It started as a recurring lucid dream in my childhood soon after my parents divorced and split the family. It is interesting that the affects one event will manifest itself in our subconscious looking for resolution.
(Photo – Coronado, CA – Full Edit Manipulation in TOPAZ)