The Bark And The Moon

Stillness of the wind
Fading of the light
The crescent moon brings out
The creatures of the night

Stay inside your dwelling
Keep the doors locked tight
All they need is a scent
To bring forth their might.

The Focus


The Sunflower

Ah, Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime,
Where the traveller’s journal done;
Where the youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!

William Blake

Photo taken with my iPhone. Editing done with the app-Aviary

Prism Break

“The Symbol of all Art is the Prism. The goal is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism into the secret glories it contains.”
E.E. Cummings


In between the brightest white
And the darkest black
Lie the shades of the prism
Bending the light
Shaping the dark
Coloring our world
Between the sun of day
And the moons of night.


Splitting Hairs


The Golden Hour

Mother Nature couldn’t decide on “weather” to go with the light or the dark. In her indecisiveness she chose not to choose between the two.

Photo taken with no enhancements, editing or fancy crap.

It is what it is.

And it is (still) good2begone.

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Zero Gravity Red

Our planet is filled
With colors galore
Nature always provides the more.

Lose yourself in outside
The universe is right here
Let Mother Earth take you away
Zero gravity is near.

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