With the desert soil between her barefoot toes, and a Beatles tune stuck in her head, she escapes from the chatter of bustling world and talks to the glowing moon instead. She wanders through the trees and as the darkness draws nigh, she tilts her head to the heavens, and she photographs the sky. Painted clouds cover the mountain tops, and oh,the shadows they cast, then with her shutter she ceases the moment, before the beauty has passed. in awe she stands, savoring it all, in the winter and the spring and summer and fall. Stars are her diamonds, giant boulders her chairs, she sits out with her lamp, Luna, and at the heavens she stares. She ponders and she questions, dreams big and thinks long, and through the valley the wind whistles its magnificent song. To capture these places and share them with a friend, is her way to be certain that these moments wont end. So to home she then journeys, her art in her hand, no words are muttered, but the image you understand. Her friends, each one special, they are loved and adored, through her work she shows her real self, and those friends never seem bored. Thank you for looking, what your seeing is me, the landscapes, and the hilltops and the flower fields, and the sea. They are part of my journey, and when you view them and smile, I know I have touched you, at least for a while.
Posted on: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 08:30:30 +0000