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In the house of snow

there are many ways to go.

 

Much like a house of mirrors,

one must find the right path

through the snow.

 

Left or right, around we go,

through the House of Snow.

 

In the forest's fun house its

good to know which way to go.

 

One dose not want to be lost

in the snow not knowing which

way to go.

Walking along life's path.

 

Finding new places seeing

into the world.

 

Looking into the forest as

if it were conquerable.

 

Walking along life's path.

 

Seeing truth and life in this world.

 

Nature itself being unconquerable.

 

Walking along life's path.

 

Seeking to see the true design in our world.

 

Knowing only life is conquerable.

 

Walking along life's path.

  

In this place there is a secret,

everything is echoed back in perfect reflection.

 

Beauty seen all around,

everything created with detailed perfection.

 

This view into a special place, was found through the use of photographic selection.

 

Echoed in the minds eye and carefully displayed as art for your desired election.

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If while wandering in the woods,

you came across the portal.

Would you get close?,

would you dare?,

to look into it with

a long deep stare.

 

This one lives forever,

so it seems and even darkness

is swallowed by the empty soul

of this wooded immortal.

 

Great Owl wise and blue.

watching, watching

over me and you.

How can something

linked to the wise,

be in need of such

big eye's,

for it isn't sight that

brings wisdom through,

but knowledge of all things

that are true.

 

Lilly's, mirrored, inverted, saturated with extra fisheye filters for extra wide eye's.

In my mind

daydreams and haze.

 

Seeing into

another's gaze.

 

Searching for

the inner maze.

 

With eyes that see

not the craze.

 

Look with eyes that

have no glaze.

 

Uncover the sight

that art sets ablaze.

  

Photograph taken of left over metal coil that covers and protects wires in lighting systems. No alterations to photograph other than mirrored only.

 

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Secret places,

I like to find.

The ones hidden

between your

world and mine.

 

Magical in every way.

Places where

fairies would

dance and play.

 

Beautiful doorways

such as this.

If I walked across

would it open to

my bliss.

 

Is the troll hiding underneath,

or the Dragon flying above

with large sharp teeth.

 

Why, when we grow up?,

do we stop seeing.

Is magic only for children

who's daydreams

are fleeting?

  

As the fall sun drifts

in and out and the

cool breeze finds

its way in.

 

Warm coco and colorfully

quilted blankets bring

the memories in.

 

Family's and loved ones,

laughing as the

stories begin.

 

Winter Holidays and cuddling

by the fire, count me in.

  

A little collage 9inch by 11inches titled: "Evensdroom"

Created by photographing fall leaves through the car window, adding drama and HDR filters and mirroring

Curling up in the cold of winter

is how we pass our days.

Wrapping up in the blankets for

warmth is all the craze.

 

The leaves however are

blanketed in the snow,

with little warmth to speak of

when the wind dose blow.

 

Curling instead the tips

of there being,

as the cold seeps in,

that here is what we are seeing.

 

Take not the warmth for granted,

as the weather outside is not enchanted.

 

Walking down my path one day,

I found the end of the road.

 

The hot cement just disappeared

into the grass as it began

to unfold.

 

What is this beauty, unforeseen.

My walk has lead me

to a place so clean

 

As I put one foot in

front of the other,

I saw the new path begin.

Now I am on a different road.

 

Elegant Elemental's

surround us everywhere.

 

We walk by so often

without even a care.

 

Elegant elemental's

surround us everywhere.

 

Perhaps an artistic peek

at the world around you,

will cause you to stare.

 

To stare,

at the

elegant elemental's

everywhere.

 

Photograph of coiled metal used to protect wiring. Mirrored only. No extra touch ups to this photograph.

 

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Even in winter the mind

seeks to find,

warmer places

to unwind.

 

The butterfly surfaces,

but can not fly,

daydreaming of the

deep blue sky.

 

It is far to unkind to

have to wait,

but soon summer

will be here,

as is the

seasons fate.

 

Reflecting in the water.

The tree's branch out.

 

Spanning across the

ripples, in a fancy route.

 

Looking into the reflected blue,

the bare fall tree's pout.

 

In the water beyond the reflection,

are their leaves,

no doubt.

 

Come spring the tree's will reflect again

with green leaves all about.

  

Photograph of water with the tree's reflection's, mirrored,

  

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The Universe created

a friend for you and me.

 

Its spirit entwined,

close as can be.

 

A bit of Star dust and soul,

that only the heaven knows.

 

Warm, soft fur and

a kissable nose.

 

My Universal friend and me,

spirits entwined,

so shall it be.

  

Photograph of my dogs paw in the snow inverted and color saturated.

Playing with light in

the darkness.

 

Changing shapes pulling

them from the void.

 

Colors dance in an

uncertain likeness.

 

As the butterfly emerges

from within, I feel overjoyed.

 

The light has changed

the blackness.

 

A light that cannot be destroyed.

  

Photograph of lights in the dark, mirrored, stretched with fisheye several times and inverted the colors back and forth a few times for the right color. saturated slightly.

The creatures of spring

bounce from out of the ground.

 

Thawed and warm they begin to

spring to life and abound.

 

The birds sing and the

bunny's hop all around.

 

Frolicking and making

a happy sound.

 

Mother Nature continues to astound

as the creatures of spring bounce

from out of the ground.

  

This is a Photograph of the spring leaves on the ground, inverted saturated and mirrored for effect.

  

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Puppy in the garden,

bouncing all about.

 

Playful little puppy,

popping up and out.

 

Playing in the garden,

with that cute little pout.

 

Puppy made of Lilly's

makes me smile as it

prances all about.

 

Dancing in the wind,

with a barking shout.

 

Smelling the beautiful flowers,

sniffing it up with its snout.

 

Puppy in the garden,

bouncing all about.

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Sunshine in the pines in my hometown,

lazy days and summer haze fill the air all around.

  

Many fence themselves

into places they do not

want others in.

 

Keeping out unwanted

influence and providing

themselves with false security.

 

On the other side of the fence

is a presence, waiting, wanting in.

 

It sees all, knows all and is

waiting for human maturity.

 

Waiting for when we do not

fence ourselves in.

 

Deep inside the grassland worlds

are the little things we dream of.

 

Looking out into the universe it seems

the inhabitants of this place can see

more than time and space.

 

Large and small alike no matter where we are,

the grasslands people can see into this world.

 

Deep into the tiniest of things and even,

perhaps, into our thoughts.

 

Perhaps they are the time weavers spoken

of in the story's of old.

Writing for us a place in there world,

as they watch the story unfold.

 

So many thoughts come together,

dreaming in colors and light.

Waiting, watching for the story to

change as day becomes night.

 

What will the little creatures

unknown foretell,

of the lands that are sown.

Deep are the seeds,

tall are the tree's and every days

new dreams are grown.

 

Deep inside the grassland worlds

are the little things we dream of.

  

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This is a photograph of the green lush grass as it grew back after the Meridian fire in Grayling MI. The color of the fresh green grass against the burnt out landscapes was a pleasant site. Some HDR filtering added to help bring out the green color we enjoyed seeing the day I took this.

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Evil face's peek

through where we

least expect it.

 

Often looking for

a way to make

you troubled.

 

A Surreal life when

you least expect it.

 

Looking for faces

in the earth when

its tumbled.

   

Squash bud

tightly wrapped,

kinked and twisted.

 

A plant's way of warding of

bugs and cold unassisted.

 

Surreal it looks when

at first glance you see

a Squash Bud

tightly wrapped

kinked and twisted

 

We all have that fear,

that beautiful fear of

the end.

 

What is the end though,

it differs for us all,

for some there is nothing,

nothing at all.

 

For others though,

that beautiful fear,

is ceased by the

thought that eternal

life is near.

 

When dose the fear subside?

That too is up for interpretation,

as a life force of mass and energy

has no end.

 

For me it subsides,

when my soul inside,

I tend.

 

We all have that fear,

that beautiful fear of

the end.

 

Photograph of a plant frozen in an icicle, mirrored.

The rose of Sharon smiles,

even though it is not a Lilly.

This one stretched out on

the counters tiles.

Smiles at me as I arrange

it to meet my wiles.

Photographed like a model

and by manipulating the

image in different styles.

Now we can see,

the Rose of Sharon smiles.

In the middle of nowhere,

I can see it all.

The sun, the sky, the trees so tall.

 

In the middle of nowhere, nowhere at all.

In the darkness of nowhere is a

strange illuminating nightfall.

The power of nowhere begins

its strong, deep call.

 

In the middle of nowhere, nowhere at all.

Walking towards the center of it all.

I can look into somewhere and see a waterfall.

 

In the middle of nowhere, nowhere at all.

Through the portal in the middle of it all.

I step into places that are somewhere,

anywhere at all.

 

Then again, I here the call of nowhere,

nowhere at all.

The sun burst in through the windshield.

Blinding in its beauty as it danced across the dashboard.

Brilliant colors and streaks throughout the vehicle as it played leap frog with the dust and dirt on the glass.

So much beauty in a simple drive through town.

Things we miss as we stop looking around.

Slowing down enjoying the moment.

No longer worried about where ones going

or when to get there.

Beautiful.

 

Sunlight of the dashboard, mirrored and enhanced for extra color.

Shadow faces on the fence,

light and dark with a touch

of suspense.

 

Chasing sunshine from one

position to the next,

makes them a little tense.

 

As the dark sets in their

faces lose their shape,

changes commence.

 

When the sunlight returns,

the shadow faces again will

dispense across the fence.

  

I count 13 faces, how many can you see?

The trick is to look for the eyes first.

Neon roses

blue and bright,

casting shadows

in the night

 

Somewhere in the

delicate folds are

an entrancing insight.

 

Petals wrap up tiny

secrets in a display

of soft blue light.

 

Wonders of the

natural world

continue to amaze

and delight.

  

In the glass the reflection cry's.

as the Lilly face looks surprised.

It dosnt feel the least bit sad

but its reflection still cry's.

 

In the spring before

the new growth

fully starts.

Dried branches and

lifeless earth,

experience its

awakening state.

Hibernating in the cold,

slow growing

winter earth.

Mother nature opens

her eyes and blinks,

slowly awakening and

with her conscious

memories flooding in,

we once again

experience

spring.

 

Hypnotized by the

memories of the past.

 

The dreams of my

ancestors passing

through my mind.

 

Lines and prints bring

back a sense of being.

 

Many moons have

passed since primitive

thoughts seeped in

to bind.

 

Thoughts

of

the

native

kind.

  

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