Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
We oft survey the unknown way before us, And all too often paths we chose, we rue, When well within our reach is new perspective, Look up, survey in black and white the truth. Look up
As limbs rise skyward, ever seeking light, One stands in awe at Mother Nature’s shears, Though likened to a bonsai, man-made sight, Intrinsic beauty crafted through the years. Yet deep beneath the foliage, hid from fear, Some denizens depending to subsist, Within a secret… Continue Reading “Camofoliaged”
Far deep beneath the clear, blue surface-gleam, I’ve only just begun to delve below the calm and glassy mirror of this stream, Perhaps I fear what vision quest may show. So often thought to be a sign of growth, Of wisdom, neath a superficial… Continue Reading “Still Waters”
The edge of dawn invades the salt sea air,
When I seek peace, this is my saving prayer.
A speck of bread crumb oft remains unseen, Another creature’s trash, a port in storm, As cold retreats, it leaves a blanket scene, That covers over seeds ‘neath ice platform.
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.
The eye is drawn to the vanishing point at the horizon, flanked by the architecturally pristine and picturesque white boards of the foot bridge.
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.