Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: Photography
Lace
Lace With threads of silken fibers wound around hand-carved bobbins, spools that lay in place, To rest, lest soon the complex plan confound, As brightly colored pinheads mark their space. Bolster pillows fast secure the stays, And prickings guide her expert fingers, deft, Art… Continue Reading “Lace”
Moving in Place
Incessant, intermeshing gears in play, The fire burns within to stymie fate, Pretense of moving on, yet ever stay. Out-of-tune caliope betrays, Implying that a free life lies in wait, Incessant, intermeshing gears in play. Though hues are bright, beneath there lurks the gray of oil-clogged… Continue Reading “Moving in Place”
Spring In Motion
I know it’s Spring because the brown hard soil beneath my feet, begins to greenish be, Before the morning light they’re chirping; all a-flutter as they gather in the trees. I know it’s Spring when safflower hulls and seeds Are strewn beneath my backyard feeding… Continue Reading “Spring In Motion”
Burnt Orange
Between the ink-black night and brand new day, Before the bright white sun’s in blinding play, Burnt orange sliver, then a band, seeps through, The light year, far-off fire flames anew, The solar star so distant, yet, the key, to who and why and… Continue Reading “Burnt Orange”
Before the Dawn
I have always been an early bird, creeping out of vacation hotel rooms to avoid waking the family, camera case slung over my shoulder and flip-flops tucked under my arm. I cannot miss the sunrise. I know that the most beautiful moments are fleeting… Continue Reading “Before the Dawn”
Sculpted Sand
Sun-slaked sand welcomes the onrush of wet, cool, ocean waves. All too soon, the water recedes, leaving only damp creases in its wake.
Silent Sunday
Safe or out? Stop-action of a backyard game of baseball, capturing the unbridled joy of brotherly sportsmanship and competition.
In Vino Veritas
The television screen appears to be suspended, as if “afloat” in my crystal goblet. In truth, world events are a bit easier to take, when viewed through the softening prism of a glass of my favorite Cabernet.
Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
Bandit
Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
Home Sweet Home
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