into the unknown,
we venture,
each day.
some things are
discoveries,
pleasing
in every way
flowers in
tropical gardens,
brighten memories,
of a time before
today's plague
descended on us..
whatever disaster,
things can be
much better
than we want
to admit.
our thirst for
knowledge is
like orange juice.
we can only
take so much
after all.
so there we sit,
feeling a little
bit foolish,
with a two litre
jug, barely touched.
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.
I have a Bachelor's degree in Creative Writing and am related to an important nineteenth century poet. I have shared more than a thousand of my poems on the internet, and I'm considering making a collection of some of them, in a book.
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Ha! Yes, feeling rather foolish with a two-litre jug, barely touched. But what cheers me is the taste of that drink (or experience) that I did choose, that I did dare to pour out and sample … Today it was being rubbish on Zoom with my dance group (poor connections today) and then FINDING rubbish – a huge piece of old carpet – during my beach cleaning outing. So now I have “rucksack shoulders” – and a glow of pleasure at having helped a seabird or two from strangling themselves in nylon fibre mesh. And now I need a nice mug of tea.
Murray Robertson (photography & poems) 
Ha! Yes, feeling rather foolish with a two-litre jug, barely touched. But what cheers me is the taste of that drink (or experience) that I did choose, that I did dare to pour out and sample … Today it was being rubbish on Zoom with my dance group (poor connections today) and then FINDING rubbish – a huge piece of old carpet – during my beach cleaning outing. So now I have “rucksack shoulders” – and a glow of pleasure at having helped a seabird or two from strangling themselves in nylon fibre mesh. And now I need a nice mug of tea.
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Thank you writingpresence!
I hope it was nice tea. I think I’m ready for an afternoon nap.
🙂
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