Tag: #myphotography

wisteria:haiku

raindrops from the moon

adorning the old oak tree

violet dreams weeping

I wait for this beauty to bloom each spring and as the years grow, she becomes more and more breathtaking. Wisteria, with its striking scents of honey and vanilla (at least those are the notes I pick up), symbolizes new life, love, sensuality and expanding consciousness.

For more of my flora photography you can visit my gallery here.

 

-just breathe-

blank slate: NaPoWriMo

the stages, the ages of her wild

where blooms now carelessly blow

across this blank slate, where her childhood began where it took root to grow

where barefoot runners got tangled up in bee parades

and crepe myrtle breezes stole the show

giggling sprites in the night carrying dreams, in softest blushed glow

where farmlands had peas to be shucked

and corn stalks reached for the sky

running through the rows, chasing birds knowing she too could fly

the stages, the ages of her wild

where blooms now carelessly blow

across this blank slate, where her childhood began where it took root to grow

now gone, now quiet, stolen by careless flames

she goes back to listen, to quietly reminisce

to ghosts of a childhood, those small moments of bliss

For NaPoWriMo month where the prompt given was to create a poem with a specific place in mind, incorporating concrete details like street names, distances, types of flowers, trees etc.

I chose my childhood home that was taken by a fire. The image i captured is how the empty lot stands today. Thank you for visiting and reading and for more of my photography you can visit my gallery here.

photograph-NaPoWriMo

a patchwork of a day

sewn from behind the glass

sometimes in solitude, sometimes flowing with life

sometimes in black and white, sometimes with hues amass

sorting through, zooming in zooming out

gaining perspectives of what is worthy and what need not be saved

from wrong angles pursued, or the distance gaining clout

to getting lost out of focus, an abstract of view

or too sharp of lines, unable to see beyond their course

she listens to each one with great care letting the vision, the art come through

flipping sometimes slowly sometimes anxious to see

the day in its glory, painted moments to have

deleting those unwanted, those that offer no pleasantry

I wrote this for this first day of #Napowrimo . I may participate every day or maybe not since I’m still having to work daily but I love the way it pushes the imagination and gives us something to look forward to and create every day.

Today’s assignment was to write a self-portrait poem on which you make a specific action a metaphor in your life. I chose the act of seeing the world through my camera, capturing images, relating it to the perspectives and choices we make in life.

bare

 

the

simplicity

of

a

bare

shoulder

and

every

silent

invitation

that

unfolds

 

because trees shall always feed my imagination, much like cloud surfing, i find images and faces within them. as if their soul is coming out in slow doses to say hello. when i came upon this image it instantly called to my sensual side with its curves sloping and embracing one another. the words followed…

desire: a haiku

every desire

drifts in the age of the trees

where my secrets keep

When one loves trees as much as me, going to a tree arboretum is definitely like stepping into an enchanted kingdom. These images were captured at Maymont Park in Richmond, Virginia. The park is home to many exotic and native trees which quite frankly will take your breath away if you’re a tree hugger (literally) like me.

At the age of 44, I proved after leaving here that I could still climb a tree as their ancient branches called to my inner child. I will undoubtedly be returning to capture the changes in these majestic giants and this stunning park through the seasons. Thank you for visiting and if you’d like to see more of the images I captured at Maymont, please visit my Instagram here