Pushed Forward

Flying into an indistinguishable skyscape.

Far and away from a once shared reality.

Falling deep into an unrelenting landscape…

Something Of The Sun

Saying Nothing

Revealing everything.

Outside.

Standing still.

Something Of Its Flame

I admired her as she passed. Almost everyday like clockwork she went by – one foot keenly placed in front of the other, her body bent on moving as if it had some great purpose in mind, some place to go or perhaps an inborn determination not to give in to the hardships of life. Hunched over her walker, it seemed as though osteoporosis had taken its claim on her back, yet this did not deter her from taking great strides. This neighbour from a few houses down  was out there braving all kinds of weather, always with a smile on her face and a spark in her eye. I wondered what it was she might be thinking midst all those miles – something of her past, her future, or was she living within that particular moment, content with her mobility – her freedom still intact as the various elements beat down from above. Whatever it was within her spirit coaxing out this zest for life one could silently admire it from a distance away – feel something of its flame in all that it offered. A few days ago summer came and with it, her in a dress traveling again with one foot ahead of the next, her expression beaming there under the warmth of the sun. 

Along The Way

Along the way,


a moment shimmers into being,


frames itself


to image where you are.


You see it in an instant, 


set aperture and shutter to best expose


the secret unfolding in your lens


in clearest hues of light and shadow.



Some images are signposts,


a mark of where you’ve been,


and others, guides


to where you’ve yet to go.


Destination never was the point,


for any line is many points,


each an opportunity


to stop


and turn


and look at what you find,


and what finds you,


along the way.


It only matters how


—not when or where,


or even what—


you see.

With each exposure


grows an attitude of seeing


not the surface,


but the light 
which opens,


pulsing from the center.


These images together


make a luminous arrangement,


a constellation to brighten midnight skies


for those you’ve met,


and known,


and loved


along your way.

– Lenore Horowitz

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