I had the great fun of getting to chase a hummingbird around my yard, and climbing through bushes and plants, being poked by twigs, and feeling like some sort of stalker paparazzi at my own house, tucked back in a corner within the bushes with my camera. I happened to be walking around the yard, with my camera, as I will sometimes to do, for particularly since I enjoy conceptual photography, one never knows just what they might stumble upon, and I happened to encounter this hummingbird. ...
Updated 11-11-2009 at 05:04 PM by Dark Muse
The Wist of Change Mists wrapt in solidarity That cannot break free. Clear blue sky dominates the horizon And pricks the stark tyranny Of the desert waste. Mist carpets the sandy border Over the dunes In a musical oasis Just out of reach But not out of mind. Seraphs coast high overhead Governing the course Of the swarthy day's progress, Clinging to each other's wisps And disappearing ...
Allusions in pastels and primary hues Guzzling up the merchandise And blotting it on the Permanent canvas. Factory work would be easier But it wouldn't appease the strength Of the artistic yearning Stretching its mystic quills. An image is an affirmation. It gives credence, It serves notice That an illusion is no more a possibility, A work in progress has been seen. Tow eyes, A blue chip investment ...
Heart in travail Risen in triumph Decision won. Appellant riveted Innocent dearth emeritus Righteous tone enshrined. Beauteous freedom renowned! Virtue in due sense Imbues its fair eloquence; Supremely innocent, Casually blameless, The truth augurs on... Uncouth matters tarry.
A hazard of halogens Twitching shrouds In the nether of yonder "Til the gleaming surrounds, A terraced libretto Undoes the shaft Reaching through image By the breadth of its haft, Starry and complex Real and abyssal Profound in its gamut Intrinsic and colossal Verging on the difficult To perceive and transpire Sensing in a lesson As raptures in-quire.