B&W (& 1 C)


Everyone’s doing this black and white photography challenge…no people, no explanation. Well…I kinda hate rules, but I mostly stuck with it. 

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Haiku

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Color catches eye

Autumn takes center stage now

Slipping summer’s grip

 

~ Emily C.

10.4.17

 

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All photography mine. Took my Rebel to the lake today for some “real” photography, in part inspired by Meg’s earlier post. I had been neglecting my camera camera. Beautiful day for it.

And of course, there would be a flamenco couple dressed to the hilt having their professional photography done on the dock. Stunning garb and so beautiful when she spun her skirt.

Tombstone Soldiers



Mourning tombstone soldiers 
dressed in finest sundial hour hands
march across dewy emerald time

Under morning light of present day,
sleep wars in history’s cold tomb,
tears long dried on granite stone

Cannons guard chime tower door,
stained glass tribute to heaven’s gate,
while bones retreat in honored decay

Only visitors: a flock of geese,
a crow perched on carved marker,
on distant hill, a gravedigger stirs

The bloody battles long resolved
for these heroic souls of yore,
stories buried along with wounds

Volunteers, conscripts, nurses,
some far too young for their fate,
in death: silence of peace screams pain

Tick tock, ethereal boots walk,
history wise to be remembered,
alas, too easily repeated, forgotten

 

~ Emily C.

9.28.17

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All photography mine. Spent my morning walk at the cemetery today. I pass it frequently and have noticed how beautiful it is in the morning so I thought I’d change up my routine a bit. Peaceful, quiet, solitary (well, not quite).

I even stumbled upon the burial plot of the Denny family, the original founders of the city of Seattle. Big name around here…there are major streets and park named after them, but I didn’t know they were buried here, so that was a nice surprise.

Paid my respects to the veterans memorial cemetery. And probably have a decent supply of inspiration just from spending about an hour there today. You may get more cemetery-inspired poetry.

 

Cherry Pie ~ Haiku (& an update)


(All photography by Emily C.)

Red orbs shimmering,

Whipped cream art swirling beauty…

Sorry! Just one piece.

~ Emily C. 9.2.17

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Hey guys!

I’ve not been around much as life has been busy on many levels. I haven’t been writing a lot, and I haven’t been reading on WP. I’ve been trying to squeeze the last few drops out of summer, while still managing my vestibular therapy needs.  I’m probably overdoing myself some, but soon will be back in a rhythm, I hope. Having to keep moving for my brain to compensate, and spending 1.5 hours a day on my therapy exercises, means I have little time to sit, and reading and screen time are not comfortable on my brain.

At least a few times a day, I get a first line for a poem popping into my head. I haven’t been listening much, nor writing them down.  My attention has been on friends and family, summer, and my health.

I do hope that I still have the words and that when I listen, I will be producing more like I used to.  Right now, I’m filling my real life with memories and moments out in the real world to sustain me through the upcoming year.

For example…spent time in North Bend recently, an hour from Seattle where they film Twin Peaks, both the original (which is on Netflix) and the new season (which I can’t watch since I don’t have Showtime).

The Salish Lodge at Snoqualmie Falls is always beautiful. It’s long been a staple day trip for me growing up, and just happens to be where they film for Twin Peaks but in the show it’s known as “The Great Northern Hotel”.  They have luxury world class accommodations and dining, and while I’ve never been able to afford staying there, I’ve eaten there and it’s amazing.

Then there’s Twede’s Cafe, or in the show it’s known as the double R, or RR2Go.  Been coming here my whole life, too, for some diner fare and a slice of cherry pie. If you know the main character, Agent Cooper, his tagline is that he loves the cafe for it’s “slice of cherry pie and a damn fine cup of coffee.”  Well, it’s true.

It’s a beautiful area and I’ve spent many a summer visiting. Snoqualmie is a neighboring town with quaint shops, the oldest operating train station in the country with a charming museum, and a backdrop of the foothills of the Cascade Mountains. Picturesque and charming.

Many a time I have run up Mt. Si in North Bend, the foreboding and dominant peak that is so prominently looming over the town. It’s a beast, but provides an amazing view.  I like the way down better. Takes a couple hours to run up, practically 45 degrees, while other hikers look at you like you’re crazy (you are), but the way down is like 40 minutes. Just don’t slip and fall in the snow like I did once. That hurt.

Thank you for your support as always, and I will check in with your writing when life returns to more of a normal pattern.

I hope YOU are all out and away from the computer for a bit and taking in your summer sustenance with nature and people as well.

Much love, always!


Wonderwork

A new old bench I’ve never sat on before
Hugged the creek in bare wood and lore
Worn plaque engraved in memory of Jared
Overlooking the meandering water

He must have loved this spot, like me
His family loved him, clear to see:
“We love your spirit, with wings and winds
Of wonderwork — June 26th, 1971”

The water ripples in dancing silver streamers
Lit under the same sun that has always shone here
The same rocks cradle its flow
To an ocean open to catching below

Rushing — in no hurry — takes its time
Always and never the same
Constantly replaced by new molecules
Mistaken as static and standing still

I am Jared now,
or is he me

Pausing a moment,
we two breathed

I am the river,
or is it me

In tracing trails
forever is revealed

I am the bee
I am the sun
I am the fallen leaf
I am the ocean

~ Emily C.
8.26.17