it feels like shelter,
nestled there,
under the mountain.
no ashes in the picture,
the land is sunburnt
short of ashes.
here we see what seems
to be a farmyard, nestled
under the mountain.
birds in their nests,
wolves in their dens,
lhey seem so safe,
cosy and secure.
cattle and horses
seem oblivious
to unseen dangers,
under the mountain.
nothing and nobody
seems to see it coming,
if it ever comes at all,
a distant future or
unreachable past,
never threatens us
if we are not looking,
unless maybe,
things are not exactly
what we expect.
under the mountain.
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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Murray Robertson (photography & poems) 