Weaving words of grace and gratitude through the tapestry of my photographs, I invite you to walk this trail of Photo Poetry, as I seek words to clothe my images, and write poems to enhance your awareness.
"But see, over there, like a green wound in the shoulder of the hill, like a new patch in the quilt, blazes a square of quite improbable emerald. With what audacity the bright velvet assaults our autumn senses: each blade a reversal of seasons, its upstart shoot flagging the brief sun bursts, the sap juicing to its tip, ready, now, in November, for the new year!"
Climbing up the steps of St. Patrick's Church, the people of the parish bring their fine families; they are stepping up into a sacred space, lifting themselves up with hopeful expectation, eager for encouragment from their passionate pastor: "We can do more." The things they carry in their hearts may be devotion and dedication, reflection or remorse, may be gratitude and grace, or the burden of shame upon their shoulders, may be fertile fields to grow and spread His love. The things they carry in their souls may be words of worship, prayers of praise, may be meditation and mercy, admiration and adoration, perhaps poverty of the soul. The things they expect to receive inside may be healing and holiness, sanctity and salvation, or faith and forgiveness, may be acceptance and attachment, by receiving the body and the blood. The things they share with the congregation may be compassion and communion, blessings and the Bible, The Word, and reasons for worship, or sympathy and empathy for others. Climbing down the steps of St. Patrick's Church, after receiving the bread and the wine, after a meaningful mass, the people of the parish may carry the message to others who are thirsting for truth hungering for hope.
Arms of leafless trees arched and etched in silhouettes. Waiting for the birth of this brand new day. Anticipating color, seeking soft, lavender fog, and the first notes of birdsong before they're sung, and the simple gifts of creation waiting to be opened as soon as they arrive.
Grazing the inner landscape for ideas, I am carried into a wider existence, a greater awareness, carried by the current of creativity.
As the growing vine reaches out with tendrils, seeking an elevated position, carried closer to the light, I carry this invitation to you; to enter the oportunities of artistic expression, as you expand your love of the land.
As summer settles into September, asters and goldenrod accept the invitation to audition for this month of transition.
Yellow and gold, purple and lavender, assume their places on this September stage.
In the background, from the percussion section, acorns and hickory nuts zip through the leaves, pound the ground, and bounce off my inverted canoe.
During these cooler nights, cricket calls seem calmer as they continue to crank out their calibrated wing rustles; soft stridulations with temperature affecting their measured notes. The stage is set. Harmony prevails. The audience approves.