Photo Journal of a Day (VI)

 

Photo Journal of a Day (V)

 

Photo Journal of a Day (IV)

 

Photo Journal of a Day (III)

 

Photo Journal of a Day (II)

 

Photo Journal of a Day (I)

 

I See

  I See Right through You  

Be Real

  Don’t be perfect Be real   WPC: Object  

No. 106

This old photo of mine seems to draw in poets, musicians and writers alike… it’s the cover for my friend Andre Feriante’s new winter album called A Winter Soliloquy and now the talented weaver of words; C.P.Singleton has offered this beautiful poem to it. I am deeply honored. And I

Juxtaposition (II)

  How does the world look to ye what does your eyes see what is your reality does it hold a ‘we’ or solely a ‘me’ is there a key to integrity simplicity dignity to Be ?   WPC: Juxtaposition  

Juxtaposition (I)

  WPC: Juxtaposition  

Death Dance

  The unconscious in a constant fight resisting the brightness of infinite light where no shadows can ever hide A death dance of a trembling ‘I’ transcendence freedoms cry silencing our quest our “who am I?” Standing naked in an unknown hall golden pillar rising tall reaching up angels call

White Wolf

  White wolf a mystic in a silvery coat vibrating notes sounding deep in its throat carried by storms over roaring seas reaching closed hearts quietly longing to be free White wolf by your side enveloped in mystery yet nothing to hide at one with the moon and its inner

Dragon of the Sea

  Dragon of the sea veiled in deep mystery once again you arise from the abyss of life traveling on ancient mists bringing your challenging gifts and intense life-changing shifts I welcome you my fierce friend touched by your presence again In another life during shifting tides I saw a

The Kiss

  There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell. And the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling. At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press

Sea Painting

  We are not separate even when the mind believes it to be true a blind-spot – forgetting we are nature too a sea-piece of art an expression of Life’s free heart   WPC – Family  

Silver Shadow

  On the edge of crashing waves and solid rock of sanity or perhaps yet a paradox? Subtle whispers from the primordial sea briefly lifts the veil to life’s mystery silver shadows in a playful dance whisking me away to a magical realm a world of dreams an honest home

Flow

  Listen deep below a river flows invisible, quiet and strong following the rhythm of a soundless song Listen to the flow it will show a life No-one seems to know Listen…   View: Drawings  

Catching The Waves And The Wild (VI)

   

Catching The Waves And The Wild (V)

   

Catching The Waves And The Wild (IV)

The roaring Sea it’s like music to me…        

Catching The Waves And The Wild (III)

     

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