Thursday, May 31, 2007

whence the flower came

I love the cookie crumbs, I'm tempted to sample some myself.

I'm not sure what this is. It is very small and a whole bunch of it is growing in a very wet bog. Some kind of grass I guess judging from the pods whence the flower came.

Irises are not easy to photograph. They are kind of like two flowers, one with showy petals and a concentric core.

The other with a tongue to lure you into the folds.

Again with the crows. This one is at 5:30 in the morning. The next one is two hours later.

This is an interesting shot. He started on the branch on the left and as he flew away he paused for the briefest of moments on the next branch and kept going. To me it just looked like he flew away and clipped the other branch as it was left twitching.

the message

for just one moment
leaves play shadow games on rock
canvas for design

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

cross that bridge

Display sunshine.

Power to the peaceful!

I love this little bridge. I cross it every opportunity I get. Apparently it can be rather unnerving for some.

The creek never gets tired of being water in motion.

Today was a good day for the crows. This one was on the upper branch and I happened to get him just as he landed on the lower one.

This one watched me for a long time and flew straight at me as he departed, very curious!

the conflict

roar of constant change
eternal place stays the same
yet temporary

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

watch your eyes

Purple turned blue by the sky.

Group huddle

Become the eye intentionally missing to provide the place within rectangular balance for the self to go

Guns aren't toys, but they sure are fun to shoot, ask any five-year old.

Streamlined like a jet, I like the blurred wing tips.

the handle

no key required to
enter through door as portal
to the other side

Monday, May 28, 2007


Preferences for weed-like flowers go to this little orange guy.

As if to sniff a flower feeding between the lines at the trough of perfect placement.

the performance

of flight patterns as the crows
continue to dance

Sunday, May 27, 2007

conflicting lines

Always searching for the other place, the place that is not here, where the light is brighter and the grass grows greener.

A little purple to go with the orange.

Is this then a mirror reflection of myself angled slightly to change perspective and see through new eyes?

Only by seeing the self as contrast within reflection can the object study the effects and through looking see something other which contains ten thousand things

the shine

when circles as rain
combine within the design
to explain sunshine

Friday, May 25, 2007


Guided by the spark of inspiration a sun creates when it makes a direct face in an abstract representation of what it takes to be the wind.

Within the tumultuous roar of a torrential creek it is in peace that the chair sits and lets the stream of information just be.

Returned to the familiar face etched into stone, submerged beneath layers, indistinguishable between distortion, incited by reflection, and the way light plays surface games with perception.

the growth

tree bends toward sky
through adaptability
achieves potential

Thursday, May 24, 2007

fairy eyes

And who ever said flowers don't have feelings?

Wired, to the inside of waves of colour.

Mesmerized by the fairy eyes that come alive as suspended rain on fuzzy leaf that manipulates their shape with tiny finger feelers

A nice double rainbow (look close) that rolled across the city for all to marvel at. I even heard about it on the bus from a sweet old lady. I was limited by what I could capture out the window and couldn't get the whole thing.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

about to

No wonder the flower smiles as it protrudes a green tongue to the day.

Sometimes it's necessary to turn the other cheek and be a little more intense.

I like the coloured rain. Yesterday was yellow and today, a little bit of purple.

The ground is covered in snow? It doesn't quite give the effect, you have to be there while the white cotton floats through the air like snow and gathers on the ground. This happens every year from the Cottonwood trees that line the back of the schoolyard. It's funny to watch the wind blow and gather it up like little tumbleweeds, or snowballs.

the thought

like potential waits
inside the implied content
extrapolates mind

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

writing on the sun

Catch some morning dew with just a hint of blue.

It burns inside this fire that needs to come alive for the spark of creation to maintain the drive for colour.

Whose yellow tongue reaches out to the morning for a sampling

What strange shapes they make.

sun script

What secret code lies
disguised inside
the letters written by a sun
with nothing in mind
but to refract a few waves?

Monday, May 21, 2007

through yonder wing

The pause to reflect, I think I'll be pink today.

To gain a foothold on the proper perspective it is necessary to keep in mind; everything is relative to everything around it.

There are places behind the temporal plane of focus that disguise om within a passing shadow.

Though true to form, a lack of colour leaves a pale imitation, like a shadow.

In a surreal world of twisted colour the camera rises upon itself to see what it sees without eyes.

the feathers

what light through yonder
wing doth break, to bring alive
perfect shape for flight