Favorites of 2018

Come and enjoy Jane’s beautiful photo gallery – FAVORITES OF 2018

Jane Lurie Photography

On the 7th anniversary of Jane’s Lens, I am grateful to my family, friends and the blogging community for your continuing support of my work. Your response to my images is encouraging and I appreciate the inspiration from other photographers around the world. 

A special thanks to my husband, Bob, whose enthusiasm and keen eye has fortified me. We sure have fun together.

I hope you enjoy my collection of this year’s favorites.

Wishing you all a terrific 2019 filled with happiness, inspiration, kindness and hope. 


A 4AM alarm was fine with me in order to see the phenomenon of the Super Blue Blood Moon and Lunar Eclipse. It was exciting to photograph the changing color and light of the night sky with the grand finale of the eclipsed moon setting behind the Golden Gate. 

Nikon D800, Nikon 70-200mm f/2.8 lens, 0.4 sec @ f/20, -2/3EV, ISO 80. Feisol Tripod. Processed…

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The Gift of Family & Friends

Savvy Raj

Your true source strength in every living moment!
Friends and families are your circles of protection

What is family?
Relationships that bond through a lifetime
Through the winds of changes
In hopes and hurt
In challenges and conflicts
In confusion and chaos
In the circumstances and consequences…

Healing and helping
Caring and consoling
Being there throw the thick and thin
In support and encouragement
Amidst the pain and pleasures
Of life and living

Families and friends are strength giving
Value and nourish them
Through attention and time.
For only they will stand the test of time
In moments of despair desperation.

And after all what use is happiness With no one to partake the joy?

Keep your friend and families close to your heart.


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Don’t Miss this Brilliantly Clever poem – RUINED

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

You have ruined

my box of words.

None of them

are good enough.

None of them

are adequate.

None of them

can do you justice.

My nouns

are neutered,

my adjectives

are absent,

my verbs

are without value.

I have run out

of metaphors


and superlatives.

You have ruined

my box of words.

How can I

describe you now?



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but probably relevant.

Art by Steve Hanks

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Follow… #Poetry

Come and read this entrancing poem of love and yearning – FOLLOW

Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie



She grows wild, alone, unafraid

Like a rare desert orchid.

She cannot be contained

If you dare, her colours fade

Her petals fall.

The remains of your heart tell you

To let her go, to never look

In those eyes that strip you of

Every fiber of your senses

Would be unbearable.

To never feel her touch

Would be like death itself.

Yet your hands cannot hold her

She takes root where she will

The open road is her master

Take the love she offers when she rests

She needs more than you can give.

Can you live the life she offers?

Can you bear to see her disappear

For days with others that touch

That silken skin that wraps around your mind

With the sweet scent of your love.

The taste of her lips that sends

Your mind spinning until you feel

The edge of the earth beneath…

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For Ada – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


Hospitality – RDP Friday


Photo: manhattanmoversnyc.com

For Ada, who we laid to rest today after a wonderful life lived for others, a friend who was more a true mother to ours and other families who were ever welcome in her home.

For Ada

No matter who came,
or how,
your door was always open,
nothing and no one was ever too difficult for you.
There was always a welcoming smile with a hug,
and a bottomless pot of tea,
a generous listening without solutions,
a love all embracing,
no judgement or guile lurked there.
You were stardust, magic, gift,
a welcoming warmth,
as mother to all,
you held us in your compassionate embrace,
while your life taught us unconditional love,
and gratitude for all that lives;
in you we have been truly blessed.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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