under the cedars
BX creek washes
a very tiny world.
we step carefully,
leaving no
footprints,
witness to
our passing.
like ants, we
walk our
pointless paths,
insignificant
in many ways,
and like to think
ourselves so
important.
but we are not.
a lttle water
washes
rounded rocks,
the cedars know.
that water is
essential.
we need it too,
cleansing and
refreshing,
some kindness
to our souls.
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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Murray Robertson (photography & poems) 
A lovely poem and picture
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Thank you again for the kindness d.a.!
🙂
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I liked the fantasy in this poem
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