Invictus-

William Ernest Henley 1849-1903 Out of the night that covers me,       Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be       For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance       I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance       My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond thisContinue reading “Invictus-“

roots

in ripples, these veins growing flowing reaching beseeching ……evermore I captured this image on a hike, captivated by its resemblance to that of veins, reaching out, as if spellbound by the call of the sea. You can view more of my photography on my Instagram page here.

bloom

  resilience her never ending bloom oh she has her cracks where the wild things grow and fault lines only she knows in shade she finds a rebirth of cities where archaic winds whisper hold testaments along crooked stone all that glitters is not always gold they cry they bemoan yet she in a secretContinue reading “bloom”