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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I find this poem rather profound, in a personal sort of way, because it incorporates – how could you every know? – several themes that are fundamental to my life. Biology, crops, weeds, nature, beauty, classification systems… and the fact that you ascribe it to October, often my “darkest” month… Thank you Murray for this beautifully fletched arrow, hitting the target again. I look forward to linking to this on my blog in 2021. Meanwhile I send you and all your followers a heart-hug and courage as we stride, sing, or shuffle into 2021 â¤
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Thank you very much for the kindnesses writingpresence!
All our best wishes for now and the future.
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Beautiful poetry and photography â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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Thank you again for the kind words d.a.!
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It is a pleasure always
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I remember as a child, my cousins laughing at me because I brought a chicory bouquet to my great grandmother. They said it was a weed. I just thought it was beautiful…the same blue as the summer sky! Nice post, Murray. Happy New year!
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Thank you Cheryl!
(For the kindness and the anecdote.) I’d say you were right all along and your cousins were mistaken. I am guessing that they were older and had forgotten how ro truly see.
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