the leaves were on fire
drunk from a bokeh sun
curving to the harvest moon
longing to come undone
in quiet repose each did
let down their hair and run
with no want of looking back
with fascination having won
-image taken by me of freshly cut tiger lilies gifted to me. for more of my flora photography you can visit my gallery here
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
her soul bloomed in the wild
….and stilled among the thorns
-just breathe-
the sun drops beneath the day
as twilight emerges from your touch
a quiet awakening of dreams
our moon holds
-just breathe-
my heart it bleeds, wildly so
I captured these images during this season i like to call the awakening, I take every opportunity to find new trails and beloved known ones to find my own sense of renewal. Nature shall always mimic life as with every new journey, a new bloom unfurls.
Thank you for viewing and if you’d like to view more of my flora images, you can visit my gallery here
-just breathe-
every level shed
she pockets a little sun
to feed the flowers
-just breathe-
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-
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-
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-
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.
