fever: a haiku

fever: a haiku

a stirring fever

embraced within the secrets

of the weeping tree

Here on the coast we are among the last to see the changing colors that our gentle giants bestow upon us. The following images I captured at a favorite park and tree arboretum, Maymont Park. For more of my photography you can visit my gallery here

great blue: photography

great blue: photography

According to North American Native tradition, the Blue Heron brings messages of self-determination and self-reliance. They represent an ability to progress and evolve. The long thin legs of the heron reflect that an individual doesn’t need great massive pillars to remain stable, but must be able to stand on one’s own.

Captured this beauty while leaf peeping on Belle Isle. Nearly every time I head out with my camera with a goal of capturing certain subjects, these guys find my path. This day I was focused on the ever changing leaves of the season. Knowing what herons symbolize, I smile every time I see them with a sense of awareness, a sense of gratitude, and a sense of peace.

fog

fog

with no harness to my soul

screams ride the fog

in weightless

freefall

I love this time of year when the foliage explodes into an artist’s wonderland. It is no wonder fall has eternally become a season of inspiration for poets and artists alike. Trying my best to get out as much as I can to capture nature’s metamorphosis. For more of my photography you can view my gallery here

the feathers of my soul: photography

the feathers of my soul: photography

swells of birch call to the sea

in a frost of life

flowing through me

from sea to summit

the waves call to me,

a midsummer song of tranquility

coax these swells of wander in me,

teach them to flow unrelentingly

you rewild this tame in me

how it breaks and runs

how it soars and peaks

arching to your sun

I recently acquired a wide angle lens for my Canon and decided I wanted to try my hand at capturing waterfalls along our Blue Ridge Mountains and within the George Washington National Forest. With a great deal of patience and a proper tripod I walked away feeling accomplished this day. I tried my best to capture the serene beauty and tranquility that overcomes one in the presence of a waterfall, the feathers of my soul as I lovingly call them. For more of my photography you can visit my gallery here

train rides

train rides

hitchhiking to these, my forgotten spaces

thumbs up to the clouds waiting for the train to catch that wind

the bell tolls silently so to those who listen

to those with no fear of letting go

i cradle my bag, my makeshift courage kit

to wander now needlessly to where the leaves blow, where they seem i shall fit

always the backseat traveler i still shan’t take the helm

for it not my eyes that lead, but my heart that swells

i follow where it takes me, perhaps to dead end roads

pulling out my kit with compass to direct me as best it knows

ye of little faith, the reclusive voice no more

for those journeys once forgotten i now ready the score

days absent of sunlight, of curtains drawn

now places me on this train, piercing through dusty windows all those what ifs now gone

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I photographed this image along the Blue Ridge Parkway, Milepost 34. I categorized it within my abandoned photography as what you see here is the remnants of an old logging railroad. Although it is abandoned it is not forgotten and is visited quite frequently among hikers and travelers alike and offers a serene, picturesque moment to step back in time. Thank you for reading. For more of my nature and abandoned photography please visit my gallery here.

just breathe

aionion

aionion

the scent that bemoans me of a dying rose

not of death inferring, but of life preserving

through its folds it clutches senses

charting courses through darkened, rusted fences

or atop mountains shedding waterfalls as a love commences

unyielding layers, partaking of endless shades anew

unfurling through time, a slow peruse

all in a smell, as my imagination ensues

Transylvanian Lullaby-Erutan

inspired by the roses my daughter received for her graduation, i captured these images and as the scents enraptured my senses, the thoughts came. how beautiful a dying flower is to me. how even in its seemingly decay, behind the scenes, beneath the folds, life still breathes.

thank you for reading and for more of my flora photography you can view my gallery here.

odyssey

odyssey

the quiet lean of a lover’s need

reveals itself in steps unseen

for love is sure, a patience that rests between

the twilight flecks of painted citrine

to scarlet lights standing guard, flooding shade so as to offer the way

beyond night’s odyssey, where it awakens, setting sail to a new day….

Daniela SpectorLife Long Odyssey

Captured these images near and at the site of Old Point Comfort Lighthouse that stands guard along the Chesapeake Bay. As the second oldest lighthouse in the bay and still operational, it’s characteristic red light appeals to the romantic in me. Can you not imagine two lovers being separated by the sea and he, through raging waters awakens to the light of her heart warming his sea-chilled skin, calling out to him, leading him to safer waters, to shore, to her waiting love.

I hope you enjoyed the journey and a special thanks to Laura lauradenise.home.blog for inspiring me to combine my love of poetry and photography in this piece. Her “walks” are healing wonders!

Thank you for reading and for more of my photography you can visit my gallery here.

oz

oz

collecting always collecting

those pocket-watch of moments

where we cried

where we grew

taking steps forward

holding hands in those backwards ones too

painting dead end rainbows

into yellow brick roads

where lions and red ruby slippers

fought off the relentless hungry toads

chasing storms even as the winds blew

watching as those colors bled

its there I saw this you

in truth a beauty to behold

in this a quest

of renewable hues

Perfect CureGalaxy Dynamite

 

this musical selection I’ve paired with my words here I’m proud to announce is my nephew’s band whom also are the inspiration behind the band in my first romance novel, Shifting Gears. The image I captured along a country road just after the rain as I was chasing trees. For more of my photography you can find my gallery here

morning walks: photography

morning walks: photography

morning walks that find my pause

where glimmers of you drink in the shade

tucked in shadows i become

with no want to return

for in the iridescence of you i am one

I have long since adored dragonflies. As of late they have made their presence known, and I took pause and listened, enjoying the splendor and freedom of their flight.

Did you know in just about every culture they symbolize change, adaptability and self-realization? Sadly, they live most of their time as a nymph, only flying for a short fraction of their life. It is in this I find the reminder of how truly short life is. How we must embrace every precious moment gifted to us.

Living in the moment is imperative for we know not what tomorrow will bring us. Trusting in oneself, and the choices we make, in granting ourselves to see beyond any self- induced illusions we sabotage our growth with.

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed the walk. For more of my photography you can visit my gallery here

hearth

hearth

as rains grew greater,

the night, freckled moonstones of desire

became drunk upon the crackling blush laid bare upon its hearth

sun-kissed cheeks answered to the fervent flames

whilst shadows disowned patience to dance the stories of their day

-image taken by me of Queen Anne’s lace that continues to adorn trails and roadsides here. for more of my flora photography you can visit my gallery here