Moody 35mm photo of a yellow daffodil blossom evokes dreams of poetry, even if it a bit unwieldily. Here the photographer muses over the fools in life he assume they know it all.
Sky Floor
Altocumulus clouds glory in reticulated patterns. Like a well kept parquet floor who’s played host to countless balls and dance. The glimmering lights waltz upon the sky shimmering and bending, passing off as the scale of the fish.
I Was Once
Jonathan Carr and I checked out Parkertown Docks for the first time ever. We hung around through blue hour for the full moon rise. It so happened to be the second full moon of October, making this a blue hour blue moon rise.
I Knew You When
Leave it to a sunset to bring pause to a racing mind. A pause long enough to strike the muse and leave the photographer trying about lines of poetry. The result may not be great, but the effort is always worthwhile.
Where Goings
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.
There and Back Again
A swollen tide with ease to lend Face kissed with salt the sweet scent friend. Your heart beats slow about an oxbow bend To the place you take there and back again. Interested in buying? Purchase
I Wonder
I wonder what the future holds Hope or fear light or dark untold Uncertain what the day will bring Nighttime darkness turns and sings Tread lone to sole’s despair Shine and polish to soul’s repair Ardent and forward to set things right Walk back round to find the light Stark and full and wrought with […]
