Tag: #love

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-

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-

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-

queen of the shades

minnows wading beneath

the dance of the trees

lending a choir to the air as earthen creatures stir

but to catch a glimpse of she

their maiden of the shade, their spring breathing persephone

 

a narcissus sips from a nymph filled river bed

unable to resist the breath of its perfume,

she bows as its smile upon her spread

 

one selfish delight, she thought, to adorn her hair

reaching for its heavenly invitation, clutching its core,

but the earth it trembled, a prelude to a darkening lair

 

a stallion then arose, with rider crowned in shade

his moon-fed eyes reaching for her own

spilling of promise to immortal blooms

of a forest braided, never to fade

 

longing for the wonder, unafraid of what the gods would cast down

she took his hand, this god of the underworld

and became his queen, in shaded crown

 

in their descent, winter took hold

til this maiden, now queen of the shades returned in season anew

giving her breath to the forest turning it back to its gold

Emancipator/Natural Cause

 

-just breathe-

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abandoned places, nature’s paces:photography

Often my photography for “dead” things is misinterpreted as morbid. When I get such a reaction I think to myself how can they not see how beautiful this is?! For me, an abandoned home in its silence is offering you a glimpse of two things. The beauty that can and still resides in “things” left behind and forgotten. Mother Nature embraces it, unconditionally so, giving it life again in a new way.

And secondly, the writer in me finds my imagination soaring as I stand there with my camera capturing different angles. I can hear, I can vision, what once was. The hustle and bustle of people and cars in an old store. The sounds of children laugh running in the woods on a summer day. Their mother calling them in for supper. So much comes alive for me as a stand there peeking from my lens.

I have always found beauty and life still very much alive with its own unique heartbeat in those things not manicured to social acceptance, those things in the shadows that don’t always need the sun to be happy.

I had a great day capturing the following images and for those of you taking the time to view them, I hope you can find as much beauty in them as I do.

For more of my abandoned places photography you can visit my gallery here. Thank you for viewing!

-just breathe-