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awakening

the sun drops beneath the day

as twilight emerges from your touch

a quiet awakening of dreams

our moon holds

-just breathe-

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wildly so-photography

my heart it bleeds, wildly so

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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-

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level: a haiku

every level shed

she pockets a little sun

to feed the flowers

 

-just breathe-

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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.

 

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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-