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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.
What is that slithering into view,
there is not much one can do.
The ivy snake has seen you too,
you can hide for a moment or two
but the Ivy snake see's you!
Playing in the shadows of the yard.
The dogwood greets us with its
old familiar bark.
Inviting us to play is the st Bernard.
Frolic in the grass he barks,
just before dark.
When we see best, the magic of
the shadows in the yard.
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Photograph of the tree in the yard with the sun casting shadows.
Mirrored and fish eye filter added.
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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.
Lighting matters
in every pic
shadows dance
and the light is slick
find your vision
in every click
make the
impression stick
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 stairway, shines,
so sleek and high.
Once at the top,
the doors are
slightly ajar.
Whispering, calling,
from way up in the sky.
Any one can climb these
steps with ease no matter
whom you are.
Young and old near and far
any one can go when their
time comes nigh
Seeking the light and
reaching for that star.
Simply cast away the dark
and gloomy ties.
When you seek you'll find
the doors will open for all,
there is no set bar.
Photograph of Curved, glass staircase with blocked and cubed ceilings.
In the flowers, it does grow.
Watching, always watching,
knowing that we don't know.
In the flowers it waits,
waits while we sow.
Waiting, waiting,
for us to go.
In the flowers is the crow,
it thinks the flowers
don't know,
as it devours the seedlings,
so slow.
In the flowers though,
is a place where one
used a hoe to make a row
and it lays low.
In the flowers walks the crow,
walking along the fresh row.
as it rises from below,
ever so slow,
it eats the crow.
In the flowers it does grow,
that thing we don't know,
whoa!
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Pink flowers photographed, mirrored and a cartoon filter added with saturation.
In my garden the Lily's grow.
Beautiful blooms open for a show.
The petals open to an alien foe,
should I weed it? or let it go.
All life is precious though
so I will tend it until it dose glow.
Perhaps it can tell me things I want to know.
Since in my garden it dose grow.
Strolling along across the land.
A few marbles in my hand.
Looking for that glittering glass in the sand.
Green, blue and red to complete the strand.
Finding my marbles is grand.
Strolling across the sand.
Finding marbles is in demand.
Dig a little deeper into the sand.
Careful now, think like Ayn Rand.
Finding my marbles across the land.
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Photograph of marbles and tea lights in a glass jar. Mirrored and adjusted in a paint filter called Deep Art Effects, re mirrored and inverted colors on half the picture.
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.
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
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.
Photograph of the grass from the perspective from beneath its leaves looking up. #Mirrored, #flipped, #symmetrical
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In my natural sight I see
Leaves and colors
that delight me.
In my natural sight I to see,
Nature's eyes looking back at me.
In the natural world we often see,
many things around you and me,
that we fail to see.
In my natural sight I find,
a way to see that soothes me.
In my natural sight there is a
world beyond you and me.
Look deeper,
change how you view
what you see,
if not for you,
then do it for me.
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.
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.
In the shadows,
of a time off confusion,
Apples and candy sit in wait.
Sad and lonely,
waiting to be enjoyed
if not for the medias
scary illusion.
No trick or treating
No Halloween,
the children are all sad
and the parents annoyed.
A virus and politics
are a nightmare collusion.
Spirits in the dark
take a seat,
we all will need Dr Freud,
with our 2020 nightmares
in profusion.
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.
Filling up the sink again,
wishing I could be with a friend.
Staying home is such a bore,
time again for another chore.
Soapy, finds me standing in place
and puts a smile on my face.
Sometime soon we will all be free,
I will see you and you will see me.
Until then Soapy is my Friend.
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Photograph of dish water soap and dishes, Mirrored, inverted colors and an art filter added.
Loving Nature,
comes naturally
yet
A loving Nature
is nurtured to be.
Nature nurtures
you and me,
yet
we often forget
what comes naturally.
Loving Nature
the way it should be.
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Photograph of curly vines,
mirrored
There is in the garden a weed.
A flower no one wants to see.
It pops up in the most
unlikely spots
Stubborn and difficult
to remove like the flea.
In the fields of grassy green,
it sprouts out of nowhere,
like garbage in the sea.
Poor thing has so many uses,
from wine to color pigment,
Yet, still its discarded with the debris.
Its seedlings are loved
by the young and old alike,
for the whimsical way
they take flight,
as wish's are set free.
The little weed seed
that nobody wants to see
Having fun doing the dishes
Soapy bubbles in the bottle
Daydreaming while working
Making fun and wish's
Playing with the camera
while cleaning house
and doing dishes
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Mirrored photo of soap in a bottle
In the grass I see
a fairy's wing.
Dreaming like a child
I look to see.
a broken toy wing.
Washing it makes it shine
like new I see
So in the sun with ideas
goes the wing.
Out comes the camera
for pictures to see
The shine and shadows
of the toy wing.
A new life,
it had,
for but a moment
I cold see
The beauty that it gave,
this little broken wing.
Mirrored into a butterfly for all the world to see
Inverted, changed, and rearranged that tiny little wing
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Photograph of a found broken toy wing, shadows cast from the sun, inverted colors. to create the butterfly.
Through natures eyes, I see.
A distant place,
I want to be.
Living, loving, as it should be.
Through natures eyes, I see.
all that we should be.
Through natures eyes, I see.
a place so free,
naturally.
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.
This is a photograph of a coffee filter after water was strained through it. It dried with the water ripples still visible.
Mirrored and inverted color.
The Life
The life of a tree
starts with a seeds
sudden fall.
Stranded in unfamiliar places,
growing through the opposition,
strong and tall.
Leafing out,
budding branch's,
winds that blow
through it all.
Children swinging from a branch,
lovers tattoo's in the bark,
winter's chill,
its growth dose stall.
The life of a tree
empresses us all.
From birth till death
it takes on each obstacle,
strengthens and grows
but not dose it fall.
Producing and giving
for more years than
I can recall,
The Life,
The Life
The life of a tree
impresses us all.
In the shadow of
the mirror,
a person is looking
back at me.
I often wonder,
if he ever got out,
how would life be?
It looks today as if by
chance the mirror is
a doorway enhanced.
Could he slip into
our world unseen,
from the doorway
in between.
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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.
The Egyptian sun god rises in the sky
Making the pyramids look like toy blocks
in contrast to its size.
Like the lion, it has a wild look in its eye.
To anger it many think unwise.
For me I have to say that religion is a sty
It seems unnatural and unpleasant to make Gods others despise.
Nature rules this place, even the sun in the sky.
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Photograph of the setting sun from under the corner eve's of the house. Mirrored.
What do we choose to see beauty in?
Ceramic and clay and glass and gems yet mud is not listed with these beautiful buy's.
Ash's to ash's and dust to dust reminds us of what we should see beauty in.
The most basic of elements seen here, mud and water form beautiful eye's.
What do we choose to see beauty in?
In the darkness an image
floats into sight.
The blue figure moves
through the air like light.
Magically, darting
through the night.
So deeply enthralled
by its flight,
we are lured to
the edge of the night.
Leading us to
our plight.
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Photograph of a Tiger Lily mirrored, inverted the colors, and vignetted the edges.
In the pale white light
of a cold, windy day.
Daydreams set in
of a time far away,
when the wind was warm
and the flowers came
out to play.
Warming myself
sitting by the fire,
I sift through the
memories of
a summer day.
Winter sets in and
the snow begins to
drift and stay but the
summer memories
warm me today.
In the snares of the tunnel spider
I see the struggling wings beating
against the rocks deep red surface.
Wrapped in the webs of the tunnel spider.
The slowing of the wings takes place.
In the trap of the tunnel spider
The day dream die's, as it ceases
to keep pace.
In the clutches of the tunnel spider.
One last strong beat of the heart
and
release,
as the butterfly escapes
the tunnel spiders face.
Photograph of a Tunnel spider web under a deep red Lava rock. Mirrored and Fisheye filter used to stretch the image slightly with some saturation for a little deeper color.