Posts tagged Landscape photography
Photography Thoughts and Impresions
Composition
“Life is your art. An open, aware heart is your camera. A oneness with your world is your film. Your bright eyes and easy smile is your museum.” ― Ansel Adams
To always be grateful for the opportunity to express the heart’s intent through a creative medium - no matter what that medium may be. What’s important is to base that intent in the courage of honesty and in a love for life.
“Some people walk in the rain; others just get wet.” - Roger Miller
Tideland Journey by Jim Crotty
Pondering the Grace of the Live Oak
Out where the heart wanders. Near the Texas-Oklahoma border.
Whether it be physically, geographically or spiritually, move in faith and with gratitude.
“As I look back on my own life, I recognize this simple truth: The greatest opportunities were the scariest lions. Part of me has wanted to play it safe, but I’ve learned that taking no risks is the greatest risk of all.” ― Mark Batterson, In a Pit with a Lion on a Snowy Day: How to Survive and Thrive When Opportunity Roars
“Do anything, but let it produce joy.” - Walt Whitman
The opportunity to try again. Always thankful.
Winter Summit. Somewhere up there, grace. Scout’s Lookout on the trail to Angel’s Landing in Zion National Park, Utah.
Forever
Memory, like a root in darkness,
piercing light with its stem has found me.
Ordering my world
like architecture of feelings
bound to you,
held for you as shields of hope.
In the dispersion of love,
identical throbbing
has been our call
answered in the sweetest caress
two can share.
And you wonder if ecstasy will diminish us
like rain the sun or
wind the calm.
When we know one another
in the deepest channel of our hearts
we can only utter one word
cast from this stone’s mind: forever.
Forever.
When winter calls my name
in the highest desert of light,
I will not despair because I know you
in the deepest channel of my heart
where I understand the word, forever.
Instantly healed by your caressing lips
that unmasks all that has tortured me.
The panting of mouths
tired but astir in passion’s flame
can only cease when I have entered you
forever.
I carry you in this flame,
emerald-colored from my dreams of you
beneath the trees within
where your beauty consumed the sun
and snared my soul so completely.
I cannot truly know you apart
from a throne.
Spirits made to shine beyond the din
of boorish poets
that strike flint below water and cry without passion.
I have known you forever
in lonely streets
and the thundered plain.
In wilted villages and cool mountain terraces.
I have watched all of you
torn open to me speaking like a river
that moves on forever.
And I have waited
like the greedy mouth of an ocean
drawing you nearer to my lips
so I can know you forever
as you empty into me abandoned of all fear.
Grace in a Winter Sky. Approaching Zion National Park from Kanab, Utah.
