Night Rain

Night Rain

Splashes and Rivulets.
The rain dances then flows
washing, cleansing the
streets and sidewalks
by lamplight
while the city sleeps.

The sins of Winter
washed into the gutter and
time moves slowly.
I stare impatient
by the window
waiting for repentant Spring.

… on… windows to the soul….

It’s been said that eyes are the window to the soul.  If that is true then the camera must be the tool that captures the soul.  There are still living people and cultures that do not want you to take their pictures because they are afraid you will entrap their soul.  What you see here is my soul.  Make of it what you will.  Like everyone I think you will find that it is filled with both darkness and light.  Brilliance and shadows.  Empty and full.  Forms beyond comprehension.  But there is always the hope that light will overcome the darkness.

Stuck In The Middle With You

This photograph is not a double exposure.  I was standing at a door to an abandoned mansion and looking through the glass.  I could see through the front room and through the room to the other side – looking outside.  In addition the glass on the door was reflecting the outside that was behind me.  So I was stuck in the middle – not outside – not inside – somewhere between.  And now that you are looking at this image I am stuck in the middle with you.   I enjoy your intimate gaze into my soul.  Whatever “it” is – It’s not what you think….

 

 

PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORIES ~ MARCH 2015

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