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Haven’t Met You Yet
July 23, 2010This Bee Kept Looking At Me
July 17, 2010
Sunrise Over The Shawagunks Mountains
July 17, 2010I decided to take a trip up to the Stone Church in Cragsmoor and watch the sunrise.
I felt I needed some time alone but my Canon 50D thought differently.
As I was getting ready to leave it wrapped itself around my leg and said “where you going big boi?” One looked at that body and I was just as gripped as the grip it was sporting.
Of course I caved and away we went up route NY 52 about 7 miles up the mountain.
The deers on the side of the road looked at each other like wtf? Where is he going before 5 am.
I have lived in Ellenville for six years and that was on my list. I have some from the other side by New Paltz also.
Hope is the thing with Feathers
May 15, 2010Hope is the thing with Feathers
poem by: Emily Dickinson
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune with out the words,
And never stops at all.
And the sweetest in the gale is heard:
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
© Emily Dickinson
An Andromeda Flower
May 1, 2010From my backyard
Ying and yang…Milk Thistle and a Butterfly
April 23, 2010
Jaden and Gramma
March 18, 2010Test Post
Thank You Pamela
March 11, 2010For taking the time to view my images.
This an experiment with Bokeh
Heavy Thunderous Beats/Beast In A Vacuos Heat.
March 5, 2010I live alone and words are my friends and they are my currency the only things I have of value, to some.
This from am email this morn, related to blog design of all things.
A photographer without a muse is like a mirror without a reflection. With light as a medium they see and complete each other.
A teacher without a student is akin to fountain without water…The beauty of the fountain is brought forth by the dispersion of the water/knowledge.
I am nursing a broken heart so words are my Art Therapy along with my Lil Rebel XT.
Heavy thunderous heartbeats…sans echos in a vacuous heat…my earthen locks keeping time with every beat…brought to my Lord feat…like Mary and Martha that is where I belong…and where I will stay…the mountains and valleys that are created with each melancholic beat…remind that I need to breath…love to me is the air that we breath…necessary for our very survival but not in the sense that others have inhale what we have just taken and let in slow tempo or a fractious staccato…but since I have fallen and I know that I have move and am going somewhere…if even though crestfallen…I am my first true love and the cornerstone to my life as my God is the cornerstone to my faith…that whispered goodbye to arrogance as she picked me up and embraced me even though I shunned her…she carried me and no can one put us asunder.
Live in Ellenville
February 23, 2010Take off with a patient going to Catskills Regional from Ellenville Regional.
Still Life at a health Fair.
A plant past it’s prime but still attracting attention, like some people I know.
