The Tech Savvy Admin
My interest in photography started back in elementary school, and I studied it all through high-school. The shift from analog/film to digital changed so very much, yet so much remains the same.
freshest morning light
brightening the clouds at dawn
puddles of songbirds
Watching dawn move on a cloudy morning, light comes through the clouds slowly, gently. The firs brighten, birds wake, yet humanity’s quiet.
The world still convulses, desperate for justice. A new day, an opportunity for change, for hope, for peace.
empty, hollow words
unable to find healing
trust that’s been trampled
rain atop the roof
calm, staccato memories
droplets of moonbeams
fresh spring rains
glistening sunlight
bees hidden
blossoms falling
bees move to the next bloom
my feet on concrete
blossom petals fall
with their vibrant, violet hues
hinting at summer
Against all odds, I hold onto hope. Hard in this mad , rage-filled world.
the sun through the trees
lovely warmth upon my skin
while junkos fly past
My evening walks have been a key element of my sanity during these trying times. The weather’s been lovely, so this walk has been truly wonderful.
in this time of rage
invective traded like cash
poetry’s my peace
Checked Twitter this morning. So much rage. I’m not sure there’s not anyone without veins bulging nor invective dripping from their lips, a poison so sweet, so deadly.
I’m glad I have this little garden on the internet, where I can delight in life and growth, not what’s been burned beyond recognition.
My contribution to today’s Word of the Day Challenge: Sand. I, being me, opt for a haiku.
memories of sand
I love the smell of the beach
the winds from the west
raindrops on petals
the bees now seeking shelter
spots on my glasses