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where it all began

Doors are a subject I love taking pictures of not only in appreciation of their architecture, but for the dreamer in me that can’t help but imagine up worlds lingering behind every one I stumble upon. What is beyond that half open door beseeching me a closer look? The beginning of a most fantastical journey. Happily ever afters just waiting for our steps…

Below are images I’ve captured of various doors over the years. They range from a small church yard in Morristown, New Jersey to the historic streets of Old Jaffa in Israel. No matter the location, doors have always been a muse to my imagination.

honeydew

honeydew

last bites of summer

in a honeydew bed

as drips of venus

and autumn leaves

wed

It is the power of our senses that offer such inspiration to the creative within us and my taste buds often rise to treat me with such.

Honeydew, to me, tastes and feels like summer. I’m easily transported on a rainy day to the sunny shores of a lakeside getaway.

No matter the season, no matter the day, our senses have the power to take us away, to a memory we cherish or perhaps to where our imagination comes out to play.

I captured this image at twilight along a local trail as the blooms seemed to be dancing with the last bits of sun.

letters

letters

take me to

those once upon a times

where wisteria strolls

and hand written love

was the way

I captured this image while driving through the small town of Rocky Mount, Virginia. This quaint little town instantly drew me in with its simplistic fare and images like this truly commemorate the nostalgia of its streets as I felt I’d truly taken a step back in time.

mist

mist

as the mist of midnight’s steps

cradles the morning caress,

i awaken too,

with a lust for you

I captured this image in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains in Fairy Stone State Park. I giggled at first sight of the morning’s mist in its stream along the lake at the irony of the parks name. To me, this looked as if a group of fairies were passing through and left their magic behind.

The park, one of Virginia’s first, was opened in 1936, and received its name from the mysterious “fairy stones” found in the area.

The origin of the stones are that of a Christian and Pagan mythology, believed to be that of fairies tears upon hearing of the crucification of Christ. These staurolite crystals are only found in a few places around the world. Virginia, it seems, has the abundance of them while they can also be found in Georgia, New Mexico, Brazil and Switzerland.

Geologists describe their origin as a result of a shift and change in surrounding mountains over time. The dreamer and romantic in me prefers to believe the myths of the fairies and it seems I might have captured a little proof of them. What do you think?

salt: a haiku

salt: a haiku

trimming the distance

salt water blankets bare thoughts

waves caress slowly

I captured this image along the shore of Hatteras Island in the Outer Banks of North Carolina as a storm was approaching.

Bird watching along the shore line is enjoyable to me, in watching their flight, their determined (and sureness) in finding a meal and then those moments, such as I captured here, that their stature looks as if they are finding the shoreline a moment of reflection. Finding that brief moment in their day to simply slow their pace.

benthos

benthos

beyond the shallows

where your waves steep

extracting the flavors of the sea

in the rush of darkness,

i bloom most silently

into this garden of benthos, a blushing bride i become

where you in most ardent steps nakedly roam

clutching the tapestry of emeralds woven about my hair

draping upon the coral of my cheeks lending glitter to the foam

 

cradling the brine that blankets the secrets that i keep

where empty forests speak the language of me

and you, with lips of atlantis, unearth the diamonds of my deep


Listen to me read Benthos

waning

waning

as twilight takes hold of daylight’s reign,

i remember, the you, the i, and all the

treasures restored beneath a lovers sky

where i kiss you, my love,

beneath waning eye

Castaway – Evocativ

I am a lover of the moon and pull from her quiet emotion when she peeks between the clouds. For the longest time, however, I was intimidated at trying to capture her beauty. While I still have much to learn with night photography, this is my very first non cell phone capture of her grace. A better lens is in order but for now, I admire her beauty from afar.

rapture: a haiku

rapture: a haiku

the blackbird’s rapture

in the slick draw of midnight

a stance of freedom

Distorted Light Beam – Bastille

I took this image while sitting on my deck in the backyard. I love to travel and adventure to new places especially with my camera in tow but more often than not, I become inspired by the views my own backyard offers from the ever changing blooms and sway of the trees to the visits I receive from the wanders of nature (minus the spiders, I’m sorry) such as this crow that found a moment in the shade before venturing about his day.

This song, that I just recently discovered, found me on the drive home from a challenging day of work and carried me to this image. A calm overcomes me every time I watch a bird in flight or perched upon the branch of a tree. How free they seem to be. How much wiser they are than thee.

virtue: a haiku

virtue: a haiku

silence, a virtue

wading through canopies wild

dresses me at dawn


I captured this image within the gardens of Elizabethan Gardens on Roanoke Island in North Carolina. The statue, one created by artist Maria Louisa Lander, is that of Virginia Dare, the first English child born in the New World. Her rendition is that of her imaginative design of what little Virginia would have looked liked as a woman. For those of you unfamiliar of the mysterious story of Virginia and the Lost Colony, read more here.

What I didn’t know, until recently, is the extraordinary history of all this piece endured before finding its final resting place within the gardens. The artist created this piece in Rome over a fourteen month period and upon its completion in 1859, it was placed aboard a ship and in 1860 began its journey to the United States. The ship, however, sank off the coast of Spain where the statue remained at the bottom of the sea for two years until Lander paid to recover it.

Once recovered, the buyer of the statue died from a fire in his home but thankfully the statue was recovered and found its way back to Ms. Lander’s possession where it remained until her death in 1923, leaving it to the state of North Carolina.

It then sat in a public building in Raleigh where it soon received complaints because of its nudity and ultimately was placed in a basement then later to a state auditor’s office. It was here that the piece repeatedly suffered vandalism by way of mockers applying lipstick to her.

Her journey wasn’t finished yet though. In 1938 she was crated up and sent to the director of what is now the famous play “The Lost Colony” on Roanoke Island where she survived a flooding and then later was moved to his home in Chapel Hill where she remained crated until the 1950’s when upon his death it was donated to what is now her home, The Elizabethan Gardens.

One hundred years after her creation and harrowing journey, she is a beautiful addition to the Gardens surrounded by live oaks and flowers that beckons you to sit a spell and take in the history and the beauty that Roanoke Island and the Elizabethan Gardens offers.