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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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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-

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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.

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Mackenzie Littledale – Writer: On Writing – MICROFICTION Part 1 – Prison Break

Mackenzie Littledale – Writer: On Writing – MICROFICTION Part 1 – Prison Break
— Read on mackenzielittledalewrites.blogspot.com/2020/04/on-writing-microfiction-part-1-prison.html

When your photography inspires a short story with a Thelma and Louise meets Orange is the New Black feel to it..Ms. Littledale promises a continuation soon 🤗

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the chase: NaProWriMo

the darlings,

those little fledglings below

how they tickle my feathers,

tame my song

as earthen creatures try to plot an escape

from my fickle fancy of chase

Today’s prompt for National Poetry Writing Month was to imagine yourself an object or animal and write from their perspective. I chose a bird, full of moxy in his morning view awaiting breakfast.

Robins are always about and often as I watch from my picture window (where I captured this image) I see personalities flutter about. Some brazen, some bossy, some blending in with the leaves. Others all business while fledglings at heart give way to wing spirited games.

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wisteria:haiku

raindrops from the moon

adorning the old oak tree

violet dreams weeping

I wait for this beauty to bloom each spring and as the years grow, she becomes more and more breathtaking. Wisteria, with its striking scents of honey and vanilla (at least those are the notes I pick up), symbolizes new life, love, sensuality and expanding consciousness.

For more of my flora photography you can visit my gallery here.

 

-just breathe-

blank slate: NaPoWriMo

the stages, the ages of her wild

where blooms now carelessly blow

across this blank slate, where her childhood began where it took root to grow

where barefoot runners got tangled up in bee parades

and crepe myrtle breezes stole the show

giggling sprites in the night carrying dreams, in softest blushed glow

where farmlands had peas to be shucked

and corn stalks reached for the sky

running through the rows, chasing birds knowing she too could fly

the stages, the ages of her wild

where blooms now carelessly blow

across this blank slate, where her childhood began where it took root to grow

now gone, now quiet, stolen by careless flames

she goes back to listen, to quietly reminisce

to ghosts of a childhood, those small moments of bliss

For NaPoWriMo month where the prompt given was to create a poem with a specific place in mind, incorporating concrete details like street names, distances, types of flowers, trees etc.

I chose my childhood home that was taken by a fire. The image i captured is how the empty lot stands today. Thank you for visiting and reading and for more of my photography you can visit my gallery here.