A Powerful Image

I’m facinated with photographing power lines and poles. I love finding a series of lines that follow the natural flow of the land. Or a transmission tower against a blue morning sky. There’s something about the man-made vs nature aspect of electricity transmission that draws me to it. That’s why I was happy to find …

Laborious Poetry

From throngs of angry communists
who longed for Bar-B-Ques
we’ve been gifted something dear
though I’m not sure of its use
A “holiday” devoid of fun
Lacking gifts or songs to sing
ironic that on Labor Day
we sit home and do nothing.

The Meaning of Lines

The consequence of
a painting I
observed in a book
is this poem.
 

With simple strokes it
came to life and
in my mind
set its hook
 

Light and dark play
havoc with my
sense of depth and
understanding
 

Can meaning lie in
unplanned lines?
If none is found then
art is maddening

The Human System

Human vision is amazing. Standing in my kitchen early one morning my eyes picked up the tiny, jerking movement of a very, very small moth. But my first thought was not “this is a moth”. Rather, it was “this is not a mosquito”. Right now we’re in the middle of mosquito season and I’m always …

Through a Fence

I always see interesting things when I go on my morning walks. This time it was a vine growing through fence slats. The vine had produced this beautiful purple flower and the fence was a stark background for it. The scene offered brief enjoyment but I decided to stop and capture an image of it …