When it comes to photography, the most important element in the creative spark is editing, second only to taking a good photo! Here is an example of the photo taking and editing process. Which edit do you like most?
I used to be too afraid to Climb I’d fallen from heights Fallen far enough to kill a man Or at least crush him underneath the weight of fear. Now I’ve given up on not falling Facing my fear Trembles turn to Smiles Troubled Thoughts turn to Dreams of the Future. My God, I neverContinue reading “The Courage to Climb Once Again”
A friend and I came across this tree on one of our hikes and were just in awe of how it was perfectly split into two. One direction was no stronger than the other, equally as tall and powerful.
In one hand I behold what’s before me In the other I venture down into the valley unknown The choice to make divides heart and soul What trail will I blaze before me?
I look at you And I shake at the knees Even one day ahead Too much for me to perceive To Control you is impossible To take hold of you improbable Let Go and Let God It’s all that remains.
Once a young seed Storm after storm raged on Winds howled Sun Beat down Trampled under hoof Nests made and hollowed out Used up for all I’m worth I’m weathered and beaten My age has shown.
Some of us are migratory. The creative spark, It doesn’t thrive in in monotony, No matter how wonderful the monotony. Taking off to new lands Where the foraging is fresh Where the fruit is in season Where standing still is never an option.
While his mother was foraging, this little cub was stumbling around through the bushes and downed trees picking berries as he was able to reach them. At times succeeding, and at other times failing and falling back into the bushes. Little bear You are so cared for Your mother never losing sight of you NotContinue reading “Roaming Among the Berries”
I Dream Pain so deep I have to Dream Grassy Fields and Mountains High Maybe One day we will walk freely among them Private Signs and Bodily Limits Will have no hold on us Be it far from me to understand. The day will come when my mind no longer plays games When living isContinue reading “Walking Into Paradise”
Changing Seasons Colors no longer rhyme Stark Contrast Between what is and what will be.