But Really
Month: April 2020
abandoned places, nature’s paces:photography
Often my photography for “dead” things is misinterpreted as morbid. When I get such a reaction I think to myself how can they not see how beautiful this is?! For me, an abandoned home in its silence is offering you a glimpse of two things. The beauty that can and still resides in “things” left behind and forgotten. Mother Nature embraces it, unconditionally so, giving it life again in a new way.
And secondly, the writer in me finds my imagination soaring as I stand there with my camera capturing different angles. I can hear, I can vision, what once was. The hustle and bustle of people and cars in an old store. The sounds of children laugh running in the woods on a summer day. Their mother calling them in for supper. So much comes alive for me as a stand there peeking from my lens.
I have always found beauty and life still very much alive with its own unique heartbeat in those things not manicured to social acceptance, those things in the shadows that don’t always need the sun to be happy.
I had a great day capturing the following images and for those of you taking the time to view them, I hope you can find as much beauty in them as I do.
For more of my abandoned places photography you can visit my gallery here. Thank you for viewing!
-just breathe-
maiden of the shades
canopies of moss
coat the heirlooms of blooms
as knowing petals, much wiser than she
wander upon the forest of green
unhurried steps kiss the soil
as earthen creatures awaken
to follow her through the seeds of time
she sips the wind, a wise friend to the shade
for the lust of the sun is but a myth here
a singsong to her soul, she bows to the call
as narcissus blades and violas dance upon the rivers edge
burying her head into springtime’s perfume
the minnows peek and birds rest their wings
to catch a glimpse of she,
their persephone
Emancipator/Natural Cause
-just breathe-
Wellness Walk
Take a deep breath and go for a walk
Wellness Walk
Deep In The Forest
A child keen on biology begins her life journey in the forest.
Deep In The Forest
iris
these pieces, these satin breaths the wind strokes,
the night breeze curls into their chaos as uncertainty slows
words gather as hymns, songs tucked within origami folds
lingering choices, silken voices coming undone, a fluttering undress as courage grows
holding breath as the silence releases its lightening from the cage
time caressing space as the night flows
reigns of weightlessness unfold as wings of a heron guide
to what she all along knew to do, what she now knows
Origami/Totemo
The spring is always a time for rebirth, reflection and change. All about us life is peeking out, ready to spread its wings. The iris, particularly the purple iris, has always been a favorite and one that I have in my own garden. It symbolizes faith and wisdom and in mythology is placed upon graves of women to summon the goddess to lead the spirit to its new journey that awaits. For more of my photography, please visit my gallery here.
cage:haiku
you find me starving
caught as lightening in a cage
aching for a pulse
-just breathe-
in bloom
empty pockets
full of patience
empty spaces
full of love
empty nights
full of dreams
empty me
full of you
Together/Nine Inch Nails
image by Marta Bevacqua
barren
that moment when you realize just how large life truly is…
a grain, a speck we might be
yet filled with enough hopes and dreams to feed the barren trees…
this photo was taken of me while I was traipsing through a field in the country in the zone with my camera.
hello
find me in the shy
of that first hello
as every day with you
still blushes my soul
-just breathe-
