this air we breathe
it carries me
beyond the clutter
of unspoken dreams
to this forest overgrowing in me
lending thread from thatch and moss
sewing wings
from leaves of most archaic of trees
-just breathe-
Tag: #nature #trees
wildly so-photography
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
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level: a haiku
every level shed
she pockets a little sun
to feed the flowers
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beneath the tree
this soul hums
beneath the tree
beneath the tree that made me see
see this me beneath the tree
where my soul hums
where it is free
where it is meant to be
beneath the tree
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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.
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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.
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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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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
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these bricks
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.
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!
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