Heliconia Seven

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   a favorite, it 
      grows in a
warm place,
   somewhere
i've never been.

      several years 
have gone now
   and there may
be no way back.

exotic and bright,
   it pleased me:
   something so 
strange and
      wonderful.

   tropical sun
powers colour
to overwhelm

my temperate
   vision, and
i am almost
      blinded.

Published by murray robertson

I make photos to make myself feel good; I share in hope of making you feel good. I do as much as I can in the camera, but it does not always end there. Part of making an image in the 21st century is processing a captured image in the computer. This is like dodging and burning in the darkroom of yesterday. (I've done that.) I use Photoshop cc and Lightroom cc. The result is not always what I saw, maybe what I wish I saw. Sometimes, the resulting image is a creation more than a recording. Most of the time, I keep it believable and realistic. I have a Bachelor's degree in Creative Writing and my family has had writers in the family tree. My dad loved to tell stories. But I don't think that he made them up. I have shared thousands of my poems on the internet, to a considerable audience and I'm considering making a selection of them, in a book or books.

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8 thoughts on “Heliconia Seven”

  1. I love the way you describe your direct experience, Murray, and explore some of the places in your heart yoo. Very Buddhist…
    Thank you for all the pleasure you share with us, and the sadness and wise reflections too. May 2021 blossom and flourish for you and for us all xx

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