We couldn’t resist taking a snapshot of the street sign near our bed and breakfast in Sante Fe, NM. There’s no question that the irony of the sign should have occurred to the sign makers, but what’s even more ironic and hilarious is that the referenced intersection bounds one corner of the local Presbyterian church.
humor, photography
Is it possible for a photograph to actually capture part of the soul of the subject? Certainly some aboriginal cultures have a very clear answer to the question: Yes. Yet, the immensely beautiful portrait above, appearing here courtesy of Benoit Paillé, may actually have a different effect, causing the soul of the viewer to slip […]
humans, photographyI swallow summer, whole, like a wild, sweet berry. You shine verdant, sunlit, fruit on a sacred tree.
photographypale feathered lace blossoms blooming mats of buffalo grass roots so strong as to build houses on the plains grim faced women with grass grown roofs and walls imagine the sweet earth smell of it like the bed of a burrowing owl all roots down and flowers up
photography, poems, poetryThe cool mist of this evening’s cusp, shrugs against the blazing heat of yesterday. My body bows in gratitude for each new drop.
photography, poetry