once it was sand far as eyes could see no solid foundation for even a single thing we dream of beauty things seem all the same minds wide awake we see beyond our present and a plain here where it's carved by time and ancient rains weighty sand piled high will become sandstone over time over time eternal rains wash away grains(one grain at a time) pushing grains each day down towards the sea dissolving and dispersing sand stone sand stone once it was sand far as eyes could see no solid foundation for even a single thing
Author: murray robertson
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.
First Columbine
first columbine of the season something notable a thing of common beauty our world is a mess due to our actions (tiny old woman said) you give them guns they'll use them so we watch in horror as our neighbours shoot their children (and each others') none of your business they say if you mention questions arise considering bearing arms was it a good thing or a very bad mistake first columbine of the season
Blasted Rock
shattered by blasting the rock's integrity is dubious now will never be the same rough surfaces remind rivers and glaciers wear rocky roughness so gravel has no rough surfaces (nice to build with) this blasted rock i stand on every single day i cannot sculpt a blasted rock it always seems to fall apart it makes a pile of shattered rubble if i look i know i'll see my strong foundations are not quite what they could be
Tulip Season
Tulip Season after the winter snow has melted away hormones tell a bulb to send up glory wonderful colour to the lands above the surface warmth ends it (for tulips it is over petals fall until all that is left are stamens anthers) we too have our seasons a time of dubious glory a time inglorious and perhaps a time to prepare for other wonders but no clear end date we seldom know when its time to go
Looking Back
looking back at white and black and many shades between them without full colour it's some other kind of vibe we feel just watch this space (some other place) they love rich profit margins darker skies should not surprise clouds heavy with rain hail or snow part of the picture is very light and part is dark pictures aren't perfect images might have sharp contrast or some subtlety sharp outlines blurry shadows a little ambiguity like a good day
Purple Alium
Purple Alium larger than life closer than ever we want to know because we're lost this is a place we'll never understand ravens and crows from prehistoric days they sing their songs a raucous racket in nearby forests but here we see purple aliums in a garden that once was forest that time is gone the purpose of an alium we'd like to know but it is unimportant what we would like we are ignorant bit players in a universe seeming not to care
Red Brick
Red Brick for thousands of years red brick's been used building walls that stand for something it's red when baked all that heat creates something hard durable but even so easy to build with where did it end red brick remains a builder's dream old mortar fails they like to say rome's colosseum wasn't built in just a day old mortar in its walls hasn't fallen out two thousand years it still holds firm almost durable as brick for thousands of years red brick's been used building walls that stand for something
Another Fine Sunset
golden light over black streaks of light as the sun sets behind distant hills we watch that show in happy appreciation sunset is such a wonder maybe it's metaphor the way our lives may someday end great beauty as our own world goes dim all the day long we see colours in their beauty a world of rainbows until we find darkness golden light over black streaks of light as the sun sets behind distant hills we watch that show in happy appreciation
Walls We Build
piles of stone divide that was the plan and sometimes walls protected people not failing quickly sometimes we were barbarians were us walls fail sometimes keeping people out keeping people in protecting a city (imprisoning many) tear down the wall an old man said when a wall falls a kind of beauty to rubble left behind shelter is one thing (a safety of home) oppression another though we need each other there is no question walls divide us
Glass Chandelier
Glass Chandelier glass chandelier it makes a show hanging from a ceiling we've forgotten i've forgotten again so many things i never even knew and so many gone amazing bird song in the hedges unseen singers cheer our early day clouds cover the sky so we won't know the very moment the sun rises over eastern mountains today stock markets are doing crazy things and funny money may be worst of all who buys imaginary currency (for what) glass chandelier it makes a show hanging from a ceiling we've forgotten