Image

these roots

deep into the hollow

in the moss of free

where the river parts

and the roots swell

beneath of me

 

til the day is dawn

and the night finds

the blackbird’s call

i shall be

i shall simply

be

 

This piece was inspired by the lyrics of Maria Brink in her song Roots. Because my love of music is as much like my love of words, completely bleeding outside of the lines of any standard, i enjoy all styles. This is a favorite song that illustrates in my own way my love of nature, of growth and of that forever roaring word, resilience.   I hope you give it a listen. Thanks for visiting and reading.

 

-just breathe-

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carefree

daylight

slowly

sips

the

shadows

and

sparks

her

carefree

blooms

this little precious captured my eye on a recent hike and I loved the way it refused to conform to “proper growing standards”. I liken it to being in love with both the sun and the moon in its sideways stature. For more of my flora photography you can visit my gallery here.

 

-just breathe-

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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-

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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-

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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-

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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-

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Image

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.