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Sep 232015
 

I arose early, before the sunrise.  It was a short 2 minute walk through the bush to the edge of a very steep cliff drop and a panoramic view of the mountains and horizon beyond.  From there it was just wait and take in natures show.  A magical morning in the Leshiba Wilderness of South Africa.

mountain-dawn

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 Mystic Dawn  September 23, 2015  South Africa Tagged with: , , , ,  No Responses »
Sep 172015
 

Wandering the neighborhoods of Seattle I happened upon the lovely Gas Works Park on the shore of Lake Union.  Such a beautiful place to while away the time and let the day turn to evening to night.  Directly across the lake lie the buildings of a clustered downtown.  I stood around for some time and let darkness creep in around me.  A peaceful evenings meditation.

lake-union-skyline

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Sep 082015
 

I wonder who lived here.  I’m always wondering about the subjects I find myself shooting.  There’s such an abundance of remnants of things that were once used in a very different way than they are now.  I suppose it can simply be idle chatter of the mind; wistful fantasies played out amidst present day realities.  But, I like my fantasies.  There aren’t many who would venture building a house like this these days.  No vineyards.  No crops of any kind near any more.  This sits in the middle of Magnolia Plantation near Charleston, South Carolina.  I wonder what they planted.  I wonder who lived here.

magnolia-plantation-house-2

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Sep 052015
 

Up the lazy river.  Around here, that’s what the Atchafalaya is.  Slow moving.  Without a ripple, she moves with nary a care as mosquitoes buzz above the catfish waters and bugs of an unknown origin call out, breaking the silence of the moment.  I can almost imagine a log raft floating into view with a young boy or two doing some fishin’ with their stick poles, cut off pants, bare feet and straw hats.  Makes me pine for a slower world where I can throw my cares into the river.  Just let them float away on their own time and leave me to gaze out at my dreams, feel the freshness of the evening, watch the fish jump.

river-sun-glow

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