Badlands no.12
the rains came down
for millions of years
washing away rock
(was sand, packed
hard and turned
to sandstone.)
memories stir
and i want to
return to a
place and time
a little beyond
my grasp.
beside me,
a small dog
sleeps in peace.
envy stirs, as i
fight sleep
like a tired
toddler.
rock never sleeps,
time's rivers
wash it slowly
to the sea,
one grain
of sand
at a time.
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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as I fight sleep like a tired toddler – yes!
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the young, and the profoundly old …
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Very beautiful poetry and a a sublime picture
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Thank you for the amazing words d.a!
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You are most deservedly welcome
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