Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Suwannee River FL. & St. Louis MO.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
night on the sun.
soft lips sit--
a patient smile
makes them smaller
than those that open wide
to shout some stream of babble…
speaking to fill any awkward silence.
or perhaps they thirst speech to such extents
as to have no honest prerequisites of their partners.
makes them smaller
than those that open wide
to shout some stream of babble…
speaking to fill any awkward silence.
or perhaps they thirst speech to such extents
as to have no honest prerequisites of their partners.
but strong voices cannot be contained for long
and, oh, how I crave your conversation!
fingers and gestures, too, can be nice,
but sign language is no substitute
for those who say ‘I love you’;
a phrase with importance
perhaps only when
imparted betwixt
two pairs of
willing lips
fingers and gestures, too, can be nice,
but sign language is no substitute
for those who say ‘I love you’;
a phrase with importance
perhaps only when
imparted betwixt
two pairs of
willing lips
Sunday, September 26, 2010
"the true delight is in the finding out rather than in the knowing" - Asimov
new puppies make you feel like a kid again.
found this little guy on my wall the other day.
he let me take a few soft light portraits before I let him outside.
almost ambidextrous...
random but totally necessary Isaac Brock picture
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
let sleeping dogs lie.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
escaping the grey area hysteria.
Dreaming in Color
The winding, weaving greys of truth
Ensnare me within their eternal tangle.
Blinded in the haze of insipid deception;
Paralyzed in the blaze of periphrastic perception;
I've been lost in this merciless maze since conception.
Formerly betrayed by the rays of gilded reality,
I now thread instead with the seams of fervid dreams,
And inhale the rich woven whispers of willful illusion
As truth’s beginning is born from truth’s conclusion.
Ensnare me within their eternal tangle.
Blinded in the haze of insipid deception;
Paralyzed in the blaze of periphrastic perception;
I've been lost in this merciless maze since conception.
Formerly betrayed by the rays of gilded reality,
I now thread instead with the seams of fervid dreams,
And inhale the rich woven whispers of willful illusion
As truth’s beginning is born from truth’s conclusion.
peace.
-lise.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
third planet.
"Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself."
~ Leo Tolstoy
~ Leo Tolstoy
If we all did a little bit each day to help out the third planet, it would be a better world. So why don't you get off the computer and go eat some organic trailmix or something.
peace.
-lise.
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