Poet. Writer. Photographer. Nature-Lover.
Waterdrops drip from the gray, but they do not dilute my colors; boldly, they remain. My dreams are not made of sidewalk chalk in danger of the rain; they cannot be washed away. They are more like the wildflower, beautiful bloom with roots that the earth selflessly lends a hand to, so the … Continue reading Rainy-Day Dreams
Lost for a long while in the endless half-acre, drawn into details, searching for treasures, glorifying the fungus and weeds, macro honing in on their natural beauty, the stillness that surrounds, the stillness in me, magnifies my senses supernaturally, the rustle of a leaf, the distant wind chimes, soft birdsong melody, … Continue reading Light and Vine
In this early dawn, I let the stillness be, observe the lightening of dark transforming gradually, so subtly, yet the colors awakening are so softly profound, the beauty almost too much to behold with the eye, so the heart and soul absorb the excess, the spilling over, and preserve it as a natural resource to … Continue reading This Sunrise
The skies are a constant yet ever-changing, stably existing but always swirling, shapeshifting, with new colors, ever experimenting, a testament of intentional creation awe-producing, designed to let the dark pass through rumbling, the water to pour out, quenching and replenishing, snow to fall as virgin canvas offering, wordless language in subtle and profound images revealing. … Continue reading The Skies and I
The lines in my lenses connect bodies and souls, lead to the unknown beyond the path, perhaps to home. The lines in my lenses I follow up to remind me of my humility, to thank the Lord above. The lines in my lenses lead me to be grateful, draw me in to the … Continue reading The Lines in My Lenses
Through love-filtered lenses past evergreen irises, the light of the morning mingles and mixes with the glow of her soul, and inner beauty rises to dance with the sun as he whispers and kisses…
meek to mighty growth– a mix of changing seasons reaching for the sun
Sometimes a bridge is a portal between states of mind, but those trolls keep you from crossing to the other side. But happiness comes from within and the colors to paint with ample, so if fear keeps you trapped, start making your own side beautiful. And before you know it, your … Continue reading The Bridge
Sunlight beaming like a beacon through the trees has always drawn me in, called to me in a way that seems personal, heavenly signals meant to distract me from my mind's wayward bustle, and I fall still inside while my legs keep propelling me back toward my temporary dwelling, but those beacons do … Continue reading The Light Reaches
