Category: Poetry

Writing, Photography, Culinary, Crafting

Fortuity

This picture speaks to me of a grandfathers love, against the seemingly insignificant backdrop of our backyard, where many happy days have been spent over nearly five decades with our children and their children. But looming large, in foreground, is Grandpa and his caring loving ways.

Fleeting

Photo 101:Day Thirteen: Moment & Motion

“Our lives are made up of big events and tiny moments. Ultimately, life is fleeting, and oftentimes it’s these small moments, this motion, that we love to document.”

Vanishing Point

The eye is drawn to the vanishing point at the horizon, flanked by the architecturally pristine and picturesque white boards of the foot bridge.

Splash of Color

Iconic structure beckons and he heeds…

Let there be light…

This photo ( in response to Day10 of Photo 101) was taken at Cape May this morning, shooting directly into the just-risen sun; creating an almost eerie glow on the water’s surface and the pillars and balustrades of the balcony. If one didn’t know it was a sunrise, one could believe it was an unusually brilliant night star.

Fugues of Flight

Photo 101, Day Eight: Natural World & Leading Lines.

From where I sit…

Something of massive size, which seems to dwarf the background. In reality, the dwarfed backed appears even greater!

Connections

Images of childhood mesh like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, molding who we become.

Shadow Games

Photo101
Day 5: Solitary and Rule of Thirds

Blush of Bliss

Burgeoning blush-buds, Whisper to a warring world Silent prayer for peace. Photo101 Day 4: Bliss and Captions Bliss: complete happiness, great joy, paradise, or heaven.

Shore Lines of Sight

Two shorelines clinging close to “Brightwood” lake, And wait so I may choose which path to take, For on the left a fisher-person’s dream, Sure footing, toss my line into the stream, But on the right a picnic spot awaits, And marshy coves where… Continue Reading “Shore Lines of Sight”

Lament for a Letterbox

..The letter box no longer stands as guard,
And speeding cars now steer, oblivious …