| This is a perfect example of the elements that I'm looking to capture with my photography. The composition is fairly straight forward and the subject isn't unusual. It's just that one crisp moment when your breath catches and you forget all the petty stress and drama of your life and just appreciate the splendor of our world. |
Sun reflection in the beach
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Love in StoneLove in Stone:Love in Stone
Oh lamented cement is my heart; that which drinks the water of your presence.
The lifeless pulverized stone is brought about and lent breath by your deluge.
As the cement is given structure in bathing so my heart solidifies and strengthens bathed in your beauty. So again is my love as such in your absence. The powder, so brought solid by moisture, cracks and dulls as it dries.
This waxen spirit mine burns calm and slow in your cool embrace, then melts and gutters as you disengage.
My heart, so emboldened and nurtured by your adjacency, is brought to ruin
by ~kasmel
Living LieLiving LieLiving Lie
Alone, eight years old. listening quietly to the rages of his parents Their voices resounding off the walls like the yellow ball he smashes
against the play structure at school. He is a symbol of their love for each other, he tells himself, though he can barely hear his thoughts above them in the other room. He represents their devotion, their caring, their understanding; the reason they stay together. Doubts play through his head, like so many seagulls dancing in the wind. Pirouetting around the gusts of justification. &nb
by ~kasmel
Of Space and DreamsWe are battered by soliloquies of song and sonnet and psalm proselytizing, advocating, marketing fear as a commodity, amassing a supply that far exceeds demand proving only to devalue all emotion and delivered with fervor unmatched by whispered pleas for justice or reason. These profiteers and prophets feed on the stew of madness while brewing larger and stronger batches of hatred and xenophobia as a layer cake iced with nationalism, and seasoned with blood.Of Space and Dreams
Offering tears of solace in one glass and the blood and wrath of vengeance in another they approach us as saviors, asking only for our consent to be saved from the bogeyman,
by ~kasmel
Never till the endAnd in this our world we spy the words and images that make us who we are. While gorging our minds with media and news we don't notice reality pass us by on golden wings calling to us from afar. So for this day this hour this minute we have a truth to tell the world that might listen, may care, could see, what would be if our imagery could reflect the scope of our thoughts.Never till the end
The clouds tell more than the sun as it burns our days to dust and ruin, etching its radiation into our souls and coming out of us in each exhalation of air to be eaten by plants and
by ~kasmel
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