if i choose to live alone

Photo taken at Achray camp ground in Algonquin Provincial Park. If I was to choose to live alone then the beauty of what surrounds me would be important but instead -

[ f/8, 1/125, 30mm, ISO 400 ]

i choose to have you close

knowing that your hand in mine

is all i need to recompose

what beauty i would strive to find

no need

for the warming sun

to kiss my face

or the sound of gentle waves

to soothe my aches

no need for bird songs

to greet the morning light

nor flowers to bloom

and bring delight

for glorious

would every moment be

your hand in mine

your heart with me

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where mirrors don't exist

I've always been attracted to old derelict buildings. As I grow older the attraction seems to be getting stronger. Maybe it's because my ageing body feels a certain empathy for how they have withstood time and are reluctantly surrendering to it. I started to write a poem about this old building's spirit and the memories it must hold of better days. Somehow, the focus changed. One of these days I might begin to feel like I am in control of my writing.

[ f/8, 1/100, 55mm, ISO 100 ]

at times i look within

where mirrors don't exist

climbing high atop a tree

seeing farther than i now see

then run upon a mountain trail

never thinking i could fail

yes

where mirrors don't exist

my dreams can still persist

writing furious through the night

best seller lists with no re-writes

finding treasures that most had missed

fame, wealth, and other myths

at times i look within

where mirrors don't exist

ignore my ageing body's list

the things that i cannot dismiss

and though relentless 

time persists

i will find places

where mirrors don't exist

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a spill of sunshine

Winter finally seems to be breaking. So, time for a little close up of yellow sunshine spilling out into the world.

[ f/8, 3 sec, 105mm, ISO 100 ]

after the long winter

i finally saw

a spill of sunshine

come into my world

happily

it promises

to ease my daily whine

signalling a new norm

this radiant yellow warm

sigh...

yes

i know

you came to find another love verse

it behooves me

to speak both blunt and terse

because it's true

you made me happy

took away my winter blues

once you moved your shadow

and no longer blocked my views

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parallel universes

I took this photo last summer in Baie-Ste-Paul, Quebec while on a little vacation and tour of the St Lawrence coast. I was struck by how much the reflection in the glass on the right side contrasted the view that you can see inside through the glass on the left.

[ f/10, 1/125. 56mm, ISO 800 ]

i

have always wondered

whose view is most real

mine

on the side of the gloom

i sometimes feel

yours

on the side that's bright

always ready to heal

when

what brings me down

ripping my day apart

you

hold me close

and then gently chart

our

paths together

a new day's start

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dream catcher

I like to think that the majority of people would share the feeling that I get when I marvel at the creative minds of inventors, builders, artists - any that have a grandiose dream and the ability to not only conceive such a scheme but then to go even further and make it into a reality.

[ f/8, 1/125, 26mm, ISO 100 ]

there was always fascination

with something I would miss

that you would bundle

into your chaotic dreaming

i could only marvel at

the attraction you felt

to being lost

in the maze of

your thoughts streaming

all the while

your emotions and grand ideas

barely balanced

jumping from beam to beam

when suddenly

life just burst from you

happier than most have seemed

it is perhaps

ideas or inventions turning real

where creative power

goes from the surreal

into embracing truth

and the beauty it does reveal

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your 15 minutes of fame are over

This photo was taken in Montreal this past weekend. My wife and I really enjoyed walking around the down town and seeing all the wonderful colour in all the graffiti and other publicly supported works of art. I took many photos of those and might show one or two in a future post. I was drawn to the story in this scene as it provided an opposite view of the colour and vitality of the painted walls.

[ f/8, 1/125, 70mm, ISO 100 ]

your 15 minutes of fame

are over

time to roll the film

into the current frame

no regrets

meals must be planned

and cooked

laundry washed then hung

on lines and hooks

- yet you'll sneak a smile

when no one looks

.... and the distant sound of long applause

grows above a constant whisper

the memory

of fans and light

and music loud

your heart pulsing 

with the crowd

strangers shouting in adoration

you -

promising love

in musical quotations ....

how different

this life you've picked

with children now

your entourage

sporting fields

and school halls

instead of stages

and photo walls

yes -

your 15 minutes of fame

are over

time to roll the film

into the current frame

no regrets

today's menu

forever set

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the blind date

Sometimes I like to experiment with objects in a still life setting where I can learn to better control the lighting behind a scene. It's especially fun to do while trying to also create a story with the objects being photographed. This is one of my studies.

[ f/8, 1/30, 62mm, ISO 100 ]

have you

ever been

on a blind date

wondering

just what it is

you have in common

feeling tentative

like you both

might be made

of glass

and your just not clicking...

hmmm -

maybe it's because

you can see right through him

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quilted window pain

A photo from my archives. This is an old factory window, boarded up. I really like the textures of the wood that comes through, both in the areas that are still covered with glass and those that are bleached by exposure to the elements. The squares remind me of the squares in a quilt... and the broken glass and uneven reflections allude to the memory of lives that passed before this window's gaze. I hope you like both the photo and the poem that accompanies it.

[ f/13, 1/100, 50mm, ISO 100 ]

maybe

if you were created

3/4 of a century later

your memories

might have been recorded

in a series of zeros

and ones

instead of in glass

with panes

either broken

or whole

reflecting

the lives

of the people

you've seen below

some

while passing before you

indeed were falling

to the wayside

their hopes broken

unable to move

beyond cracks

too deep to bridge

the truth is

that they

were always there

and will be still

rarely seen

among the skyward looking

invisible

beyond the gaze

of those that lived

under the reflected

blue skies

passing beneath you

free from worry

humming

some happy refrain

yet their stories

are forever

interweaved
with yours

for there is

no true escape

from the reflections

within this quilted window pain

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Bridging two worlds

I had the pleasure of attending the opening of "Transitions" a series of works by a group of Ottawa-area fabric artists known as "SoulPlay". Check out their website for some of their amazing art pieces. Their current display is in the Textile Museum in Almonte - a grand old building with lots of atmosphere. I took this photo yesterday while enjoying the ambiance and beauty of their art in such an eclectic surrounding. 

If you are in the Ottawa are, do stop in and check out their exhibition. Meanwhile... the photo and the poem that accompanies it :)

[ f/7.1, 1/50, 24mm, ISO 1250 ]

 

your gaze

into my heart

is like a window

illuminating the part

you see as truth

let me

bridge your view

with mine

to light the truth

i'd have you find

the beauty

that lives

where your gaze

meets mine

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ThoughtWaves

The Museum of Civilization in the Ottawa Capital Region is a favorite subject for all the architectural delight in the many curves and layers of the building. This one is shot inside and is a view looking up 'through' the different floor levels. I really like the play of light and dark in this photo. It is the light and dark that gave rise to the poem.

[ f/9, 1/400, 60mm, ISO 1250 ]

some thoughts will ripple

shedding light

in waves across your body

brighter in places

revealing your moments

of happiness

casting shadows

in times of doubt or pain

when you move towards

the darker light

please

call on me

to lift the veils

i will let in

the healing bright

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