she’s not about themes
she lives outside of the curves
where the colors bleed
-just breathe-
Month: May 2020
yesteryear
take me back to magnolias lounging
on wrought iron porches
to oil lit lanterns and cobblestone streets
to handwritten love and dance cards
filled with but one name
Magnolias and wrought iron shall always take me to the cobblestone streets of Savannah in Georgia or the Garden District in New Orleans, two places I’ve visited that I instantly fell in love with. These images however came from neither but offer a perfect example at how an image or a smell can coax a memory to the surface. For more of my photography you can visit my gallery here.
-just breathe-
haiku: fifth
beneath the fifth moon
of these jupiter petals
a galaxy waits
took this image during a recent exploration of the Yorktown battlefields. Interestingly enough, I smelled her before I saw her. There is something rewarding about searching for a heavenly scent and then finding its source. The poetic nature of it among the solemn battlefields made me smile. Nature always has a way of healing. For more of my flora photography you can visit my gallery here.
-just breathe-
flames
walking willingly into the fire
unhinged,
barefoot with strength
not to expel the heat
but to conquer the flames
-just breathe-
forget-me-nots
forget-me-nots trail these steps
following me to this place
this place where your words
forever set me free
captured this image while photographing an abandoned building in the outskirts of a booming city. its home now among the weeds and beautiful wildflowers such as these. when i happened upon these precious cuties seemingly following my footsteps, the words came. Thank you for visiting and for more of my flora photography you can visit my gallery here.
-just breathe-
queen of the shades
minnows wading beneath
the dance of the trees
lending a choir to the air as earthen creatures stir
but to catch a glimpse of she
their maiden of the shade, their spring breathing persephone
a narcissus sips from a nymph filled river bed
unable to resist the breath of its perfume,
she bows as its smile upon her spread
one selfish delight, she thought, to adorn her hair
reaching for its heavenly invitation, clutching its core,
but the earth it trembled, a prelude to a darkening lair
a stallion then arose, with rider crowned in shade
his moon-fed eyes reaching for her own
spilling of promise to immortal blooms
of a forest braided, never to fade
longing for the wonder, unafraid of what the gods would cast down
she took his hand, this god of the underworld
and became his queen, in shaded crown
in their descent, winter took hold
til this maiden, now queen of the shades returned in season anew
giving her breath to the forest turning it back to its gold
Emancipator/Natural Cause
-just breathe-
these bricks
and
when
the
hardness
of
life
settled,
the
sun
snuck
in
and
carved
its
journey
There is something about the brush strokes of Mother Nature against man. She always outshines even the most talented and skilled of our artisans. In the stillness of what once was is when she proclaims her victory the most.
I captured these images in an abandoned town that was deserted in southern rural Virginia in the 1940’s. For more of my images from this town you can visit my gallery here.
