Colors quickly fading
Life turning into black and white
Spontaneous responses denied
Rules of engagement fall apart
Unable to hide in distractions
Holding onto rare moments of peace
Yearning for the normalcy of habits
Psyche entangled in fragility
Ebb and flow of life force distracted
Pain an unwelcomed visitor
Unraveling quality of daily life
Healing stands elusive
Photography sits in the freezer
Waiting to unthaw
A visit to my chiropractor in early November, 2019, altered my life unexpectedly. Something he did to my lower back, opened the door to unbearable pain. Once considered a man of healing, now the unwitting antagonist.
V.J.’s theme: Subtraction
Never hesitate to open new windows in your life.
Mehmet Murat Ildan)
Scenic view from Curious Thymes restaurant, Sudbury, Ontario. A foggy, drizzly autumn day a few years ago. Sadly it no longer exists.
The view outside a lounge in our hotel in Honolulu.
Aquarium window also in Honolulu.
Looking out the helicopter window overlooking the scene above Kauai, Hawaii.
Rare, vivid, winter sunrise looking out my sunroom window.
A Window with a View https://shareandconnect.wordpress.com/2020/01/11/a-window-with-a-view/
“Mistakes are the portals of discovery. ” (James Joyce)
Candle in a mirror
Entrance to possibilities
Creative energy surges
These images were created by using my sectional mirror (below) and a candle.
Frank’s theme: Portal
V.J.’s theme: Action
I see my thoughts reflected in the open w aters
Accepting the illusion of warmth from the cold, setting sun
My heart is tranquil in this frigid moment
Knowing that transformation is inevitable
Happy New Year to all those who have supported me on WordPress.
Cee’s theme: Hot of
Cold Things https://ceenphotography.com/2020/01/02/cees-black-white-photo-challenge-hot-or-cold-things/
Embracing cycles of life
Pausing to feel grateful
That I’m still here
V. J.’s theme:
Fingers discovering keys into another world… Child’s joy in music and developing skill cut short by rapping on knuckles from harsh teacher, demanding perfection. Told mom at nine years old that I didn’t want to go back. Piano gathered dust. Child’s mind tuned-out to music, until the Beatles and
(1964) appeared on the magic box. I was ten. Sound of Silence
“Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again…”
Poetic lyrics with a message drew me in.
The world showed another layer
Colors came back
I started expressing myself
In the poetic mode in early years
Then drawing and painting joined in
I had started my journey
Where creative acts fed the soul
Then life happened…
After forty years of ‘adult reality’
Creative spark still waited patiently
To befriend me again