Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

What happens when the singing brook slows to an alto winter, When fall dips into the frozen places? How do I fill the space between those temporary satisfactions, Those amorous sauces, dripping from fragrant cedars? How do I keep old reeking thoughts from sneaking into the intervals? Do not think back to the bygone days of ho ho ho’s and turkeys, Do not go charging in between the status and the quid pro quos, Do not be trapped in that gnarled landscape, Bitten away from the valves of life, Take care! When life is sailing along in the straits, When the winds sing out through the rigging, When honey flows into the pantry loaves, When today’s new ghosts haunt up the holds, When the day is alive for the living, Abandon your cares to the wind and the fates, Abandon the helm to the life it creates, Take care! William Glackens, American, 1870-1938, wash and graphite on paper:Fleet of Transports just before the start, Tampa Bay, June 13 1898--Prints and Photographs ...

One sky looking down with clouds missing, Spirit winds blowing in the empty spaces, No hiding behind, no holding back, no letting be. Listening for old sounds in the waters, barely hearing the here and now, Cutting away at the stains of memory. Mama Nyaah * https://www.eventbrite.com/e/24th-annual-tribute-to-the-ancestors-of-the-middle-passage-tickets-6484813251

These days I skim along the surface floating and swimming in the upper inches no snorkel and of course no weights and tanks. No clever bottom views for me, no sneaky stinging jellyfish no broken veins and vessels just below the surface of the matter. Floating along beneath the heady balmy moist warm sun I hear splashing out beyond the breakers. Do not drill down through soft torn pieces. Don't you touch that swollen, stick-like thing, tucked in the muddy bottom feeding maw; I said don’t stir it up! Silty billowy mud-swarms up like acrid dirty arson smoke, Spewing fires at the ragged edge of town, Freight train blowing, parallaxing paraphrasing paralyzing Hush! Soft waves lapping like they said they did. Skimming Along Lexington Avenue

Did you ever have a time in your life when the ages of your life were switching back and forth, oscillations all over the place?  I have!  Past returning again and again, mid years tumbling over each other, today a sort of happenstance.. Time circling, head reeling Panoramas bending in Where did I lose my timing? Before, after, synchronize! Spinning in a daze of might-have-beens Where is the middle way? Years flashing, streaking, blurring Over and over, one more time Pennies dropping, arrow hovering Lead ball closing in. Sea grass tumbles in the evening sun Wet roots, clammy with potential. Shall I double down on the red today Or hope against hope for a black? The colors are running, the dye is cast Just one more quarter turn! Atlantic Ocean at Sag Harbor

Serious Photographer trying out the New Media on the local Ocean and Moon Edith on the Beach