Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Something there is in a soul's compositionthat personalizes lightfrom the connecting threads;in the weave of mine,part my art and part divine,seems to be for the grandiosesome kind of rare blindnessin the mainstream sense,for I only find it in the minute and steeped inmindfulness,the larger picturealways blurred and muted,unacceptably-by-societydismissing sweeping views;upon deaf eyes, the waterfalls,for my soul only … Continue reading The Little Things
Destination to nowhere,traversing on foot,no longer running away,just enjoying the non-route and what bloomsfrom roots wildly seededand the texturesof the seasonand infinite skiesever shape-shiftinglike my thoughtsand the way I get lostfar away in them.Dusk hushes.Frogs belt out.Alert for bearsand human predators, I turn toward homeand the portal of colorgradually closes.My feet return to pavement,having being loweredback to … Continue reading Destinationless
How many storiescan there be in petals? How long can I remainunfound in the meadow? How can the same patch of landbe so ever-changing? How many more potential bad dayscan Mother Nature keep preventing? How is it that I am the only one bearing witnessto so much magic on a daily basis? How much longer … Continue reading Release Me
The things we edit... When it comes to my photography, editing to me is not perfecting, so I suppose I should call it altering; it is transforming creatively the tone, literarily, though that often comes from color changes, cooling or warming, fading or imbuing, really a canvas with my technology as the brush, though you … Continue reading Dynamic Art
Ninety-three million miles away,yet upon the cobwebs of a flower,Sol's ray reaches, haloes, frames. How powerfulthat gentle, golden beam iswhen it finds and reminds us ourinsignificanceis more important and personalthan we think it to be,for the Creator made surethe cold and darkness would always havereturning light and heat. We are turned away each evening,in a rotation beyond … Continue reading Cobwebs Between Petals
Without a doubt, one of my favoriteparts of life isclouds. The soft pastelsat dawn lift me upand take me home;sunset-backdropped,at day's end,I am delivered again,haloed in gold. Nature-ensconced, nature-infused, nature my lifeline,nature my truth-school. I befriend every creature and petal,explore every infinitesimal detail,lose all track of time in the macrofinding clues about myself, but nothing He has madeentrances … Continue reading Cloudscapes
Golden upon golden, liquid light layers, how much more obvious can it be that there is aheaven andalready among us? Upon the dark and blankcanvas, with tender and lovingbrushes, He stroked usinto existenceand allthat surrounds us, has never left us,and reminders each day, He has risefrom the earthand others'divine parts,in likeness made,which we shouldreverently celebrate and feel blessed byevery day. Poem and images … Continue reading Everyday Gold
My photographer daughter nearby(with better equipment than mine)inquires why I would take a photoof the flower from behind,and I am a bit surprised,as she usually gets it intuitively,my fellow creative withour shared-way-of-seeing-nature genes...I didn't have an answer at the time, hard to explain the inner, abstract sensations, but as I play with the many images I took, some … Continue reading Far Side of Flower
More sister soul sharing... I just connected with this beautiful soul through Instagram. I have made very few connections through IG, but they sure are among my most spiritually impactful. This song is just one of those that simply strokes like a harp my soul, brings up tears from wells too far deep within to … Continue reading Love’s Melody
Awesome and tranquil Seasoothes me, strokes me with peace... The Mountains huddle protectivelyand I feel snug in the middle of their majesty... The Woods beckon me to wander endlessly,enchanted by flickering sunbeams between trees.... Unsurpassed beauty in the petals' intricacies,I hesitantly unfurl with the Flowers delicately... But of all of the nature in gifted creation,nothing … Continue reading It is the Sky
