Time may not be on our side and yet we soldier on and endure. We bide our time, turn to our strengths and cultivate purpose to prepare for the renaissance. Time will come to order again. The arrow of time, never directionless, will reassert its dominion and the universe will unfold as it should.
Creative expression comes in many forms. Here, a day removed from my 38th birthday, I share a poem to dance with my photograph. Touching on the themes of time, age, and acceptance as we grapple with inevitability.
Nature is love. Love is nature. At blue hour the dance of night and day intwine in splendor to show the whole world how passion yearns. A photograph captures this dance, this light play, this teachable moment, and allows us to share in its glory long after the moment itself.
Blue hour, day glow, motion blur, and striking reflections mark the scene on Little Egg Harbor bay.
A serene blue hour settles in over disused docks and reflective, glassy bay water.
Things were quiet on the salt marsh tonight. A subtle blue hour affair in our slow march toward spring. While the calendar insists spring starts tomorrow, winter has other ideas. And so here I sit griping about three backloaded winters in a row. Backloaded meaning winters that will—not—end. March 2018 has been active with coastal […]
I’ve been listening to Walter Isaacson’s, Leonardo Da Vinci, on Audible. While I haven’t enjoyed it as much as his biographies on Steve Jobs, Albert Einstein, and Benjamin Franklin, I find I am connect more though Walter’s latest work. Being something of an interdisciplinary and a procrastinator there is a resonance with the famous Florentine. […]
The moon was a crescent, thin and sharp as the blade of a knife. A pale sun rose and set and rose again. Red leaves whispered in the wind. Dark clouds filled the skies and turned to storms. —Bran III, A Dance with Dragons; volume five in A Song of Ice and Fire. Author George R. […]
I’m brining it back to last Friday evening on Great Bay Boulevard. To my final set of seven brackets on what was an excellent first fall night. It was only moments earlier I scored this sunset before turning my camera vertical for blue hour. It was in this moment I thought about the past. Vanishing […]
Life comes in moments. The best are calm, soft, unpredictable moments. Moments where past and future fall quiet before the present. Moments of awareness proving what the relaxed mind can be. A mind free of worry and regret. Free of what was and what may still come. Such a moment hit me looking out over […]