poetprince

around

and around

and around

she grows

where she stops

nobody knows

 

~poetprince

the piling (or stump as it's been dubbed)is the perfect compliment to this story. it creates an implied line that can be 'clearly' seen. it gives direction. it gives purpose and meaning to the scene and the colours indeed are lovely.

 

almost home

no rush really

the night falls so quiet

close on the heels of the day

 

~poetprince

i do enjoy this picture, but it has very little to do with 'light'. in fact, i find it has more to do with 'weight', which you have captured well in the ever folding lines and the use of good composition in allowing just the right amount of pressurized sky to be strong enough to hold the hills from rolling away from me too quickly. the light does indeed play a part in this in the way the highlighted areas help to focus one's attention on the overall subdued tone of hills. this effect adds some nice texture and defines contour without any one thing in the photo actually being detailed. although your title suggests to me how you might have felt while you were taking this photo i am more aware of the physicalness of the space rather than the nature of the atmosphere.

lay me down

and guide me gently

into some new oblivion

 

~poetprince

 

there is a soft focus and slight blurring of detail around the edges that help direct my eyes to the smile(s). there is something inherent in the facial lines that becalm me and there is a simple oblique line overall that has a certain dynamic, albeit a real slow one. it is a quiet moment. it is one that instills that reverence for life when one catches a glimpse of an infant at peace.

my brother and me

running free

i was eleven

he was seven

and the endless days

of uour youthfulness

come rushing back

our discoveries realized

and embedded

in the structure of our memories

somewhere on the wind

my mother's voice beckoning

dinnertime or else

 

~poetprince

the scene is sublime

she is somehow ethereal

entering our world

from a far-away place

when she takes her next step

she will be a part of us

for now

in her final moment

her last personal

and private time

she is reflective

lightly holding a tree

symbol of strength

and support

her essence

her innocence

is greeted

by what can only be

the eye

of a sister

 

~poetprince

 

*i stumbled across this photo reading some comments from another member whom i thoroughly enjoy and i felt that you deserved more recognition than you received. i somehow knew that a woman had captured this moment and i was pleased to have that confirmed..i'd be there all day shooting umpteen rolls to get the same effect. there is a definite intimacy here and for a brief moment only the two of you shared that. the rest of us just get to see the after-effects. if this is your job then you have done it well. if this particular piece is also your art, then you have touched me with it. thank you for that.

i can see him coming

his arrival prompt

abrupt even

catching me off guard

pushing me to the ground

his presence

overtakes me

a cafe blurrs my vision

i no longer know

where i am

it is anywhere

in the american empirer

and i am swept away

by this creature

of the day

 

~poetprince

take me out

and reverse my view

let me know

what i know

to be true

 

it moved me

to feel something

and in so doing

i understood something..

something...

contextual

perhaps even

textural

 

~poetprince