Photoblog
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snowflakes
what if we all defaulted
to treating one another
like snowflakes, truly:
delicate, beautiful, unique
things of wonder
that reflect light onto one another
what if it was not
a point of shame, an insult,
to be soft and delicate,
to melt in the presence of warmth –
like the bleeding hearts in our chests –
what if we glisten so brightly
that we wear down one another’s
hardest edges, break through the ice,
and all that is left is
an infinite swirling mass
made of prismatic pieces of love,
little geometric wonders,
floating and bouncing
off one another, endlessly,
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stillness
You are the stillness beneath the mental noise.
~Eckhart Tolle
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lucid slumber of sadness
i need you to come now
and whisper in my ear
of heartbreak and tragedy
rap on the walls of my soul
and shake things up a bit
wake me, rudely, from
this lucid slumber of sadness –
it’s almost morning now
and there is no time
in the bright sunshine
for tears and sorrow
so come now, quickly,
before the sun rises
and fill me up with
all the agonies i can bear
so i can wring them out
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Darkness, Light… and Human Development
I have the gift of being able to capture my son’s life, and his essence, in images – already I look back through them and marvel at what happens when passion, love, skill, and an observing heart & mind come together. I can see his life unfolding and see his different personality traits emerge as I look through this growing archive. It blows my heart and mind.
Talk about bittersweet. Can’t stop, won’t stop.
By the time I recognize this moment this moment will be gone, but I will bend the light, pretending that it somehow lingered on.
~John Mayer, Clarity*****
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quantum heart murmurs
a few yesterdays ago
in the hours between the deepest of night
and the rising warmth of the sun,
when i was feeling how heavy
the weight of forgetting is,
i wrote you a letter.it holds all of the secrets
i wanted you to know about my heart,
and the way that you left things
like the scattering of leaves
after a storm that never
showed up on anyone’s radar.it tells the story of how many nights
i held your shape in the dark with my soul,
waiting,
and the way that i could make my breath
actually say your name even when i held it.i wrote about the way that the moon
reminds me of the shiniest part inside of me
that you found and then stole
but that somehow still lights my way home
when i feel alone.when i was done with the damp pages,
i folded it into a tiny, star-shaped heart
and carefully postmarked it
to a future you, who may or may not
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Life Moves On While You Stand Still
Parked on a little gravel shoulder that leads into a quarry area in the early evening after all workers had called it a day and gone home for dinner, I leaned against the side of my car and waited. It only took me 5 minutes to shoot multiple images and capture 5 red vehicles in the mix. This was my favorite. Perspective is everything and you only ever control how fast you choose to move – the rest of the world keeps its own pace.
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She Used To Sit And Sing To The Birds, He Whispered
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She Wasn’t Sure Where She Ended And He Began
I took this sunset image from a moving vehicle over a year ago. It is among my favorite images I’ve created so far. The sun seems to be trying to reach out to the mingling, intertwined trees as they embrace one another, warming this moment and their touch. At the same time, it looks to spread across the land, desperately holding on to each moment that is escaping as it sinks lower. Soon it will be too dark to see anything.
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