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Photographer, Reader, Writer, Thinker, Dreamer
I bought my first SLR camera (a Yashica TL-ELECTRO) when I was 17 and imagined I would become a great photographer. My love of photography, unfortunately, was thwarted by a photo-journalism class (the first "C" in college, but not the last!) as well as several packages of accidentally exposed photo paper and the high cost of film on a student budget. An unexpected gift of a Canon Rebel xSI four years ago reawakened those old, dormant dreams. A bit wiser now, I knew that photog instructor was full of bs even if technically he was pretty good. I began snapping away and haven't looked back. Mostly, I shoot nature photography because flowers and rocks don't talk back at you when you pose them.
Category Archives: Poetry Thursday
>A few days ago I wrote here about a quote from Rilke regarding experience and emotion in poetry. This morning, I read the following poem by Donne. Another way, it seems to me, to express the same idea. I’ve been … Continue reading
>“For poems are not, as people think, simply emotions (one has emotions early enough)—they are experiences.” —Rainer Maria Rilke I came upon this quote yesterday while clicking through links on some blogs (I wish I had made note of where … Continue reading
>Place: The 12th annual Back-to-School night (for this parent at least): Setting: 2nd year AP Physics ClassTiming: Mid-way through the teacher’s 7 minute speech Highlights: “The text is this book. (Holds up book for viewing) It’s the best text there … Continue reading
>This week’s Poetry Thursday prompt was to write about time. I had been thinking about time as a distance earlier this week when I drove by what I used to think was just a shallow, man-made retention pond nearby my … Continue reading
>Leaving the restaurant I was late, as usual,and called and had you order for meToo fatigued to think, anything would be fine.But I forgot to say except the soup.Their soup is winter soup– cheesy January snow, fireplace comforting soup –too … Continue reading
>Last week my Poetry Thursday post was a poem I had found in a box tucked away in the basement. It’s not that I didn’t know I had the box; I just hadn’t looked in it in several years and … Continue reading
>I’m choosing to ignore this week’s writing prompt. Here is a poem I wrote many years ago, but just now found: God! I Hate Gertrude Stein The landis a poemis the land. Your faceis a poemis your face. My soul … Continue reading
>Origins Unknown and Forgotten I looked in the box and picked up a small, smooth stone, out of place with the polished gems,the forgotten suddenly in view, as if a bloodhound picking up a long cold trail, had revealed an … Continue reading
>Archeology We asked your opinion and you said ‘It depends’, And we both echoed ‘On the red wheelbarrow’, laughed, exchanging knowing smiles. You were perplexed by yet another oddity of adults, pissed, not in on the joke,locked out across the … Continue reading
> Looking down through the trees, an unexpected, privilegedglimpse into Nature’s bedroomthrough curtains parted.Private, serene beauty hidden, spied on a foggy sad morning.