“Black and white are the colors of photography. To me they symbolize the alternatives of hope and despair to which mankind is forever subjected.”
-Robert Frank
Lake Mahopac in B & W
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Monthly Archives: December 2016
Running Errands in B & W
“To see in color is a delight for the eye but to see in black and white is a delight for the soul.”
-Andri Cauldwell
“Color is descriptive. Black and white is interpretive.”
-Elliot Erwitt
Renewal (3)
Rushing into the house just a few minutes ago after walking our elderly neighbors dogs, my daughter exclaimed, “Dad, quick, you have to get a picture of the sunset.” Walking to the front door, I was pleasantly surprised at the depth of the sunset that I saw before me. Most people think of sunrises as being a period of renewal, but after a morning of snow that turned to a drenching rain that lasted more than seven hours, the sunset today was amazing and a great way to end the day. To me, a period of renewal.
Renewal (2)
Waiting for the end,
When hope is still alive and
Our future seems so
Bright, Another year is done,
Renewal is the answer
Renewal
That time of year is here again, in just a couple of days,
When resolutions will define us, our minds are set ablaze.
But why do wait we to change, to make new amends,
When we have the entire prior year, I guess it all depends.
Lose some weight, be a little nicer, these are things to strive for,
But why doesn’t it ever last, despite the steady roar.
So here we are, and in this time of renewal,
All I really ask for, is just a little time, to think and to refuel.
So I hope that when I wake up, in oh so many days,
I’m still on a steady course, to mend and change my ways.
Whispers
Whispers in the dark tell a story of
Hidden thoughts cascading over silent screams.
Silent screams that mask the torment of cerebral chaos,
Chaos that teases reality.
Teetering on the razors edge, where is the sunrise?
Lost
Being lost they say,
Sand slips through empty fingers,
Recalling scenes of
Where we were and where we are,
Found in the grains of today
Secrets
Secrets
I have a few
And so do you, the truth?
Unseen mystery, the foe of
Progress, eating at my spirit,
A hidden void deployed,
Darkness, quiet
Wonder
Believe
Believe
Inspiration
Time measured in flashes,
Set in motion by memories
Of the sun, only wanting the
Safety of yesterday,
Potential is
Endless
Discover
Dreaming of another time,
Innocent lies smother the smell of deceit,
Sadness slowly seeps into a reflection,
Cowering, frightened
Of the inevitable,
Vivid images penetrate an otherwise
Enviable task of finding the
Reality of my tomorrow
The Zen Hiker 