Today I will first just share a few pics, and then some “rhyme or reason” from others.

The first two images below are that of a winter sunrise in Wisconsin. Such imagery provides a nice mixture of cold snow and warm sunrise colors.

I love photography as a dichotomy. Opposites attract.

This next one is an afternoon image of a ‘stone canyon” if you will, in the Colorado Rockies.

This shot is a bit different in what you normally see from Monument Valley Arizona/Utah. The iconic rock forms are underplayed in favor of some desert plants and a gray ominous sky.

This is a mare and foal in Monument Valley. They are part of a herd owned by the Navaho Indians.

Male Bufflehead. One of my favorite ducks. I liked the way the water appears here, as much as I do the duck.

A couple of White Pelicans at the Gulf of Mexico.

Just some planted Tulips. Side to side and top to bottom. Sometimes there is nothing like edge to edge jarring color, even if it is just a bunch of domestic, planted flowers. I think I can guarantee that this is the image to which most eyes were initially drawn to on this page.

Poetic License

I might have the heart of a poet, but that does not translate to my brain and my typing fingers. I will leave actual poetry to the minds and hearts of others.
I do not to pretend to understand all of it, but I am grateful for the poems that inspire me.

Poetic license, to me means we all have the right to say what we have to say, and in the method of our choice. That does not mean that our words do not have consequences or that we have the right to instigate violence. The best poetry in my opinion makes us think.

by Paul Laurence Dunbar
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile.

by Edgar Allen Poe
Deep into that darkness peering,
Long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals
Ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken,
And the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken
Was the whispered word, “Lenore!”
This I whispered, and an echo
Murmured back the word, “Lenore!”
Merely this, and nothing more.

by Ogden Nash
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Their bedroom is full of conducted tours.
Their radio is louder than yours,
They celebrate week-ends all the week.
When they take a shower, your ceilings leak.
They try to get their parties to mix
By supplying their guests with Pogo sticks,
And when their fun at last abates,
They go to the bathroom on roller skates.
I might love the people upstairs more
If only they lived on another floor

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Eternal

When you look at eternity, the time we are each granted here walking on this earth is pretty short. We squeeze the moments out of the time we have. I have sort of wobbled back and forth spending my time in meaningless pursuit of things that do not matter, and then grabbing every second from the things that do matter.

The good the bad and the ugly, are all a part of the lives we lead.

God Bless,
Wayne