out of the light
of creation we come
walking into this world
one by one,
and when, to the end
of our journey we come,
we return to the light
one by one
–photo by me
one by one
Category: photograhy
moonlight magic
when clouds shine bright
with cool moonlight,
most see the beauty there,
but fewer eyes
will recognize
the magic in the air
–photo by me
wordless wednesday 1/24/24
–photos by me
shot of the night 1/23/24
the moon is aglow
on this warm, winter night;
enshrouded in clouds,
it’s a beautiful sight.
–photo by me
City on the Lake
It is impossible to get a good picture of the city on the lake. If I zoom in, I can only see a small section of all the icehouses clearly; if I zoom out, they tend to disappear in the haze before I can get them all in. It’s somewhat like the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle: you can have one or the other, but not both. Unless you have a drone, that is, and I don’t.
only from a view above
could i directly take
an all-inclusive picture of
the city on the lake
–Photos by me
old man winter
winter’s an old man, they say
with pale, flaky skin
silver patches in his hair
and stubble on his chin
i look at winter’s attributes
and realize it’s true–
i know the signs of getting old
because i have them too
–photo by me
haiku 167
the weak, winter sun
is easily imprisoned
behind bars of ice
–photo by me
senryu 70
our once-proud eagle
is looking rather ragged–
with a torn right wing
–photo by me
wordless wednesday 1/17/24
–photos by me
Sundogs
I woke up this morning to what appeared to be three suns shining into my frosty bedroom window and knew at once how cold it had to be outside. I was tempted to crawl back under my warm blanket and go back to sleep, but I didn’t want to miss the shot, so I quickly threw on a couple layers of clothes and headed out.
I was not disappointed. A heavenly halo, studded with sundogs as brilliant as diamonds, hung low in the ice-crystal sky. It was a sight to behold, even with a -30 degree windchill burning my face. Fortunately, I was able to get a few shots before my fingers started to freeze.
flanked by his two dogs
the god of the sky brightens
the frigid morning
–photos by me
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