Year 2015 365 Photo Journey (Mar. 16th – Mar. 21st)

Hello, dear readers. Please enjoy this fresh round of pictures. Spring is here!

March 21st: Comics.

March 21st: Comics.

March 20th: Courthouse.

March 20th: Courthouse.

March 19th: Bicycle store.

March 19th: Bicycle store.

March 18th: Used bookstore.

March 18th: Used bookstore.

March 17th: Used books and gauges.

March 17th: Used books and gauges.

March 16th: Mouse is haunted by the demons in her mind.

March 16th: Mouse is haunted by the demons in her mind.

Apparently, this is a thing. Consider it a challenge, a journal, or a journey (I prefer journey). Take a picture a day and post it to your blog. Here are some reasons why you should try it, too.


Year 2015 365 Photo Journey (Mar. 6th – Mar. 15th)

Did you think I forgot to post more pictures? If so, you were wrong! Here is yet another rather large installment to my continuing 2015 photo journey. Enjoy!

March 6th: Magnets on the fridge.

March 6th: Magnets on the fridge.

March 7th: Happy Sun

March 7th: Happy Sun

March 8th: Monument (Miller Park, Bloomington, IL).

March 8th: Monument (Miller Park, Bloomington, IL).

March 9th: WWI Gun.

March 9th: WWI Gun.

March 10th: Turtles.

March 10th: Turtles.

March 11th. Painter (Urbana, IL).

March 11th. Painter (Urbana, IL).

March 12th. Painter (Urbana, IL).

March 12th. Painter (Urbana, IL).

March 13th: Fog.

March 13th: Fog.

March 14th: Hammers.

March 14th: Hammers.

March 15th: Library Books.

March 15th: Library Books.

Apparently, this is a thing. Consider it a challenge, a journal, or a journey (I prefer journey). Take a picture a day and post it to your blog. Here are some reasons why you should try it, too.


Old Man

I want to see what you see, old man.
A white like milk through frosted glass.
Where does God lead you?

There’s no fear in your eyes,
But resignation.
Not despair,
But wounded sadness.

You were born wounded, old man.
You set foot into the wound, lightly over vapor,
With your walking stick,
Searching tops of mountains
For your healer.

Old Man

Old Man


Spring

Snow melts in giant gunpowder mountains,
Unevenly arrayed trumpets of—
A locket from which summer will—
spring.

I’ll swear not
To drop it.
But I will.
And it’ll fall
And I’ll try
To catch it.

But the golden locks of summer
Will pass between my fingers
And I’ll be left holding
A past half-lived
And half-remembered.

Snow

Snow


Year 2015 365 Photo Journey (Feb. 25th – Mar. 5th)

Well, this is catch-up time. I set a rule for myself for this challenge that I would not use images from past shoots previous to those that I’ve already posted. However, I decided to break that rule because I’m quite behind. Hopefully, I won’t have to do that very often. These are images that didn’t make the cut the first time around. Nevertheless, you may find them interesting. Enjoy!

February 25th. Cityscape.

February 25th. Cityscape.

February 26th. French press coffee.

February 26th. French press coffee.

February 27th. Community center in Columbus, IN.

February 27th. Community center in Columbus, IN.

February 28th. Me and my kitties in the morning.

February 28th. Me and my kitties in the morning.

March 1st. Swampy area in Columbus,, IN.

March 1st. Swampy area in Columbus,, IN.

March 2nd. Pig crossing.

March 2nd. Pig crossing.

March 3rd. Bridge and broken stool. Indiana University.

March 3rd. Bridge and broken stool. Indiana University.

March 4th. Opened piggy bank.

March 4th. Opened piggy bank.

March 5th. Chess set in window.

March 5th. Chess set in window.

Apparently, this is a thing. Consider it a challenge, a journal, or a journey (I prefer journey). Take a picture a day and post it to your blog. Here are some reasons why you should try it, too.


Year 2015 365 Photo Journey (Feb. 21th – Feb. 24th)

Well, another week has past, and the weather remains miserable. The upcoming weekend should be quite nice by comparision. I’m hoping to catch up then.  In the meantime, he are a few random images …

February 21st. Remember the next time.

February 21st. Remember for next time.

February 22nd. My fingers.

February 22nd. My fingers.

February 23rd. Poem and clever saying on bathroom wall.

February 23rd. Poem and clever saying on bathroom wall.

February 24th. Pie-flavored whiskey.

February 24th. Pie-flavored whiskey.

Apparently, this is a thing. Consider it a challenge, a journal, or a journey (I prefer journey). Take a picture a day and post it to your blog. Here are some reasons why you should try it, too.


God the Man

God the Man watches his children.
“She is alone.”
“He is alone.”
“That one, too, is alone.”
“There is no comfort for my children,”
He thinks.

It is the time of no time
For God the Man.
He is the city and its people.
Its elders, ruddy young men,
And budding women. Kiss, smile,
And play, his children.
All that is good is God the Man.

Children

Children


Year 2015 365 Photo Journey (Feb. 15th – Feb. 20th)

Well, the weather has been horrible, so I haven’t had the chance to get out much for picture taking. However, I have culled a few photos from the past week or so from my camera. Enjoy!

February 15th. Zen Cat likes tuna.

February 15th. Zen Cat likes tuna.

February 16th. Closeup of jelly beans.

February 16th. Closeup of jelly beans.

February 17th. Kitty stares out the window.

February 17th. Kitty stares out the window.

February 18th. Closeup of Kitty.

February 18th. Closeup of Kitty.

February 19th. Masonic Temple.

February 19th. Masonic Temple.

February 20th. Brick head with snow hair.

February 20th. Brick head with snow hair.

Apparently, this is a thing. Consider it a challenge, a journal, or a journey (I prefer journey). Take a picture a day and post it to your blog. Here are some reasons why you should try it, too.


Letting Go

There is something like death in it.
… and the gift of new birth wrapped in ribbons of a waking sun.

There is sadness.
There is redness.
When the heart grasps at empty air
Like a forlorn babe.

Finality was a face once like ice.
It will melt into grace.
It, too, sheds cold tears.

I cup my hands like a bowl for its water.
And wash my eyes with it.

Dawn

Dawn


Lost Poem of a Young Man

(He wrote so carelessly)

You are the parched breath of my lonely desert
And the sand that cuts like broken crystal
And the blinding empyrean.

The denizens of the village deride my wandering.
I bear no witness to their pale mockery
Filled to bursting as I am with your emptiness.
Your mute song fills my ears
With flute and tambourine.

Only when I thirst
Will thirst become my compass
And your oasis will I chance upon
And suckle on your nothingness.

The Desert

The Desert