Day: September 6, 2018
Big Sur: The Magic of Light
Don’t Miss Jane’s Photos of California’s Big Sur coast!
“Wherever there is light, one can photograph.”
~ Alfred Stieglitz
Good Night, Big Sur
Elements
Cliffs and Fog
Our Tree
“Light makes photography. Embrace light. Admire it. Love it. But above all, know light. Know it for all you are worth, and you will know the key to photography.”
~ George Eastman
Fog Blanket
Blue Hour
Last Light
Fog and Fishing
“Photography is a love affair with life.”
~Burk Uzzle
Headlands
enigma
Denouncing
It is easy to denounce someone
For his or her shortcomings
Then why not dencounce
Ourselves for our shortcomings?
But obviously we are using
Double standards…
DidiArtist, 08.01.2017
Curbside Sessions
Roaring parking meters
Stoplights slurring
Traffic jams sound like an arcade
Vendors flipping dollars
Counting change in thin gloves
Smiles parading like a festival
Inhaling the scent of hot dogs
Car doors slamming
Taxi cabs galore
Newspaper stands hand shakes
Concrete greetings
Tap dancing on pavement
Bartenders barking like a pit bull
Candy shops humming sweetness
Downtown in a ornament
Brick walls glaring spray paint
Little Anthony circling fire hydrants
Simone shouting obscenities
Dimes shoved in a jukebox
Ingredients of simplicity
A Six-Word Story
Photographers Have It So Easy
Photographers have it so easy
A picture speaks a thousand words
I’m struggling to get to hundred
So I’ll drop my pen for a camera
Click several fine pictures
And there, my very first novel
A Poet
A family together
Tuesday 4th September
.
I seem to make through each day
Though it’s the nights I find hard
Many thoughts and images of you
Leave my heart broken and scarred
.
Knowing that you won’t be there
When I wake up every morning
It’s as if it happens all over again
That you were gone, without warning
.
My precious, sweet and loving boy
Such wonderful memories to treasure
A time of innocence and freedom
When we were a family together
.
Love you sweetheart
Beloved Angel son
xxxxxx
Blanket of Snow
The sun lit skies,
Glittering the season’s first snow,
Spreading over the trees,
Beyond the hills,
And by the prickly briers.
Sheets of white,
Draping the world,
With its ivory shroud,
And the shining graupels,
Discreetly escaping,
The soft grip of clouds.
Such is the nature’s caper,
Dancing in tandem,
As if set in some perfect harmony,
So hard to decipher.
And I sit by the windowsill,
Observing the quietude,
And though there is calmness,
Yet I hear nature’s sound,
Leaving me agape,
Dazzled and astound.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
The Reluctant Poet 