PHOTOGRAPHY

"Capturer of mind, heart, and soul."

Leaf

Nov 11, 2017

Look at the ants

There are no ants

Imagine them, cutting through the leaf

Hanging off of it

In sheer, innumerable ways

Imagine

The ants

Cutting through the leaf

Chisel by chisel

Little by little

Carving a path through the leaf

Microscopic little footprints

Carry away

Soft heart'd nectar

Fills the gaps

Of the ants' little seed

It is a day.

Sandy Footprints

December 16, 2017

A thousand footprints in the sand

Going to destinations untold

Locations unfold

A future behold

No one knows

Rivet-furrows deep in earth

Cutting; enough to make pattern

But easily blown away by wind

As if chopped by wind-knives

Sand, the color of tan, sun-heated skin

Made of a kaleidoscope of colors

Blue, red, orange, brown, green

Pebbles and grains and quarks and sediments

Minerals so tiny

They make up a million on your finger

Ancient, terra firma, elemental earth

Foosteps of giants, lumbering across the world

Globe-travelers, thudding the ground

Shaking, cosmic earth'quakes

We all go somewhere.

But we do not know where.

Such, life is.

Emerald Passage

Sept 17, 2017

Light, streaming through window

Beam, burst upon ground

A shadow of green, of a million green

Emerald, forest, field, rock, moss, yellow-blue dash'd

The pebble is cast, and two travelers walk upon it

A trail of untrained fear, of ground foot-stepped without

Rustle and bustle and twig and crack and settle and set

Parts in shadow, and parts without

The traveler's step alights all that it touches

A touch of human, in a nature surrounded by world

Of Sand And Stone

Sept 28, 2017

Of sand-sundered stone, of bare-broken breath, of razor-leafed edge.

Rocks of yore, blown over by wind of eons ago. Shaped and polished by winter's edge, summer's breath, spring's eave, fall's spear; time's run.

A million years of time's passage, carve and chisel into earth-deep.

Shapeless, shiftless, im-mobile Tectonic.

Smooth, as wind's breath shudders over it

Sharp, as wind's edge cuts over it

A path, for traveler to hop hop and skip

Foam white, surging out of cracks crevice'd, in streams of monochromatic folds.

Into the river, it goes

Gurgling waves, that ripple in the wind.

A nature, of holy be; nature's sacrosanct, its eden.

It is eden.

SECRET GARDEN

Sept 2, 2017

Of garden and grove

Of tree and rock

Of nil-kept secrets and being

This is the tunnel

This is the entrance, to all humankind

This is the way to enlightenment

The path, to all knowledge.

In tree-shrouded shards

In bare, barren leaves

In foot-stamped dirt

Pasted atop of generations of earth and ancient

This is the gateway

to freedom.

This is the way.

The sunlight shines upon all.

See how the shadows lead

See how they dazzle

See how the path is lit, before your eyes.

This is the way, dear one.

This is the way you must take.

This was the way, all along.

KRAKOOM

Aug 19, 2017

Firelight burst. Blaze of gold. Amber. Yellow-filled sunshine. Sharpened sun. Dulled bronze. Honed silver, brightened to a luster. Molten gold, golden lava. Shine of warrior's armor, on light. Wheat of grass, flaxen-haired.

Krakooms as loud as bombshells, as loud as booms, as booming as loud. Explosions like brass tacks, clicking heels, a burst of something big and gold and precious and

Wow.

My eyes sparkle, as I behold this bespectacle.

SACRED

Serene soliloquy. Dipped-in days. A tree, spent in contemplation and moments, in a sit beneath the pagoda.
Silence fills. Silence falls. Silence draws, a quiet finger across a bursting island, that explodes in light and movement and energy. it curves poignancy, and thought, and settles like falling sunlight.
A mish-mash of red-tiled, black tile, wood-paneled floor and door. Geometric.
Holy. Sanctimonious. Chirp birds. Leaf, sway.
Awed air.
A breath, taken in exhale. An exhale, taken in inhale. Balance, continuous.
Grand. Elegance, in beauty, in curved roofs that arc up to heaven, awaiting holy matrimony. Big mountain, as if time built up inside it and now seeks to burst out. Glorious mountain, guardian to an already sacred shrine, as if something even more beautiful awaits inside.
It is peace.

CITY GLITTER

Aug 8, 2017

Skyscrapers, soaring high. Mountains, rumbling black. A thousand city glimmers, torn across a sky of sights-to-see and places-to-be. They sparkle, on and off, and off and on. They are never off.

The ocean, rumble at your feet, at no one's feet; it bows to no one. But gently, does it glow, in midnight light. With grace, does it enwrap the beach in ebony sleuth.

The city is awash in noise and wonder; in bustle and elegance; never in silence, never in tranquility. Movement is always a-foot, and only stops in the ethers between dusk and dawn, sunset and sunrise, twilight and aurora, daybrake and daybreak.

But

The city never sleeps.

HIDDEN GEM

July 23, 2017

Sky suffusion. Ray, melt into light. Warm gold, into cool dusk, into burst'd amber, unto goddess black. A deep and forbidden part of the universe where unto no traveler never dare step foot in, lest they uncover some secret of the Earth nature forbids sharing. The horizon.

Sky-color streams in unshapeable, unparallel. It is formless; the perfect puzzle-pieced of spectrum in the sky that nature so flawlessly flings.

It is heavenly.

The way the colors melts, like ice.

The tree, a million tiny prinpicks of fern; sharp. Poke poke poke. They stand, arms out; keepers of trees past. Guard the night as if it had a secret to be told, and indeed, that daring traveler seeketh it.

But in a flash of illumination, the orb shines.

Quick, the camera snaps! and the rays shine delicate.

Little do they know it was not an illumination, but a snuffling

of the truth.

SUN SET

July 17, 2017

Salt-sea'd wind. Pitter-patter raindrop do, raindrops' dew. Clouds' light, a passage. Ships in the sky. Ocean be. Light-tipped shadows. Sun glow. Last

Mosaic sunset. Puzzle-piece clouds. 'Click', of wind.

Time goes.

Burst of last gold, the most perfect combination of color the world could ever achieve.

And

Perfect.

TREE

July 17, 2017

Emerald glitter. A million city lights twinkling like stars. Swords holding up the light. Flit flit-green dandelion.
A kingdom of leaf, held by turrets of branch, attacked by arrows of wind. Protected by shield of root.
The tree stays, shaken, but immobile.