Solitary Skeleton
under all the
conifers, i see
a lonely skeleton,
and understand
part of what i see.
i myself have
a solitary aspect.
my bones
carry my flesh;
my body carries me.
a day will come,
no doubt,
when i too,
am stripped
to bone,
like a mushroom,
which i still
don't understand
in full detail.
and though we all
want company,
my day will come:
i will be solitary,
and go meet the
beautiful light.
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 too.)
I use Photoshop cc and Lightroom cc. The result is not always what I saw, sometimes more 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.
I have shared poems on the internet, to an audience with more than 150 million views and I'm considering making a selection of poems, in a book or books.
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We select what we see. Another photographer and I were walking through a patch of forest when I shot these mushrooms. He didn’t want to stop. He wouldn’t see them.
This is another of your exquisite evocations, Murray, that I want to include on my writing-for-welbeing blog. There are many starting points here for musings of my own, particularly with respect to a partial skeleton that I found up on the high moors some years ago, and was in awe of.
It turned out to be the remains of a Brown Hare, whom I had recently “met” as my Power Animal during a shamanic drum journey within the context of a dance workshop.
Thank you, and may you have many years of musing on this Earth, before you “go meet the beautiful light”
Murray Robertson (photography & poems) 
That’s so ethereal and interesting
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We select what we see. Another photographer and I were walking through a patch of forest when I shot these mushrooms. He didn’t want to stop. He wouldn’t see them.
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That is exactly right
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Beautifully evoked poetry and a gorgeous photograph too 💝💖
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Thank you for the kindnesses d.a.!
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You’re very welcome indeed
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This is another of your exquisite evocations, Murray, that I want to include on my writing-for-welbeing blog. There are many starting points here for musings of my own, particularly with respect to a partial skeleton that I found up on the high moors some years ago, and was in awe of.
It turned out to be the remains of a Brown Hare, whom I had recently “met” as my Power Animal during a shamanic drum journey within the context of a dance workshop.
Thank you, and may you have many years of musing on this Earth, before you “go meet the beautiful light”
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Thank you for the kindnesses and the interesting thoughts writingpresence!
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Ah! The journey! Enjoyed , eco 🌱
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Thank you for the kindness ecopoet!
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