
walking through this park
with a gentle rain falling
filtered sunlight's grace
poetry, prose, and photography

walking through this park
with a gentle rain falling
filtered sunlight's grace

a winter walk
calmness amongst the trees
crows chattering

my movement is life
concrete underneath my feet
sunlight through the clouds
Shot the photo while on a walk near home, then edited in Instagram. Original is color, but black and white just felt right.

Winter’s sunlight falls
Boldly matching across sand
Kingfisher glides past

Walking in the cold
Wind biting through the sunlight
The finch’s motion


along the water
the breeze carries the salty air
my grandfather’s voice

along these old streets
with memories of my youth
restless trees staring

A half moon
Above the red and orange
Stillness in the night