something has been
eating these
mushroom tops,
underneath
cedar trees,
beside the creek.
gently tickling
meat from bone,
so gently, no ribs
are broken.
so, when i look,
i see structures,
skeletal fungi,
now merely bones,
speaking of beauty
that was, now gone.
remember
those good
times, try to
ignore the lost.
we would miss
nothing if it
wasn't sweet.
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 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.
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Sometimes I know the words work. Or, at least I like to think that they work.
That only means that they work for me. And I never really know how they
work for other people.
wow!
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Thank you for the kindness writingpresence!
I made a series of these photographs. I will probably fit some of them in to my postings.
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amazing poem! Loved it! â¤
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Sometimes I know the words work. Or, at least I like to think that they work.
That only means that they work for me. And I never really know how they
work for other people.
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Thank you for the kindness Carol anne!
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