Fire pink my native child

Firepink my native child
my fervent though of thee,
flying down the lane so wild
on my bike to see

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Diverging paths

Land's end - the end of land.
What's left - the sea.
Limits beyond our imagination
verging on limitless, that mass of ocean free.
When it is soiled we are roiled,
yet barely a prick upon her knee,
that beautiful sea.
And she will return to thee,
unscathed, you'll see.

To each other were are but masks,
not seeing the real visage behind,
not knowing each other, really.
What is there we don't see?
Beneath the mask is a person,
the person we may never see.
Why not reveal what lies beneath?
Why are we always hiding.

Divergence, it begins at birth.
We start out alike, we see others,
we make friends easily.
Then we form clicks, groups,
or we hide from the world in
our own individualist hibernating way.
We diverge, until the time we realize
the folly of our ways.

Fair voice ensure

Cite vibe demure
Note ring allure
Fair voice ensure



Sibelius Concerto played by Hilary Hahn:
blogs.pittsburghsymphony.org/2010/05/preview-hilary-hahn-...

Vast woods of green

Lush meadows immersed beside vast woods of green,
spread flowers forth through fragrant fields pristine,
enchanted trees in nature's realm,
where fairies dance on limbs of elm,
and forest land to breath the air so clean

The Mermaid

Vast oceans of written words are scribed with kindled passions running through the veins of inquisitive souls -- vivid passages glisten with the sweet love revolving in one's sphere of influence whence the thoughts and senses acquire a greater dimension of fluency. When I strive to extol vast hemispheres of new worlds yet to be experienced, I feel the exhilarating essence of induced feelings of gleeful anxiety. And I, the lowly observer, listening to passages of music made bare before my ears, often find instances of interlude yet to be savored, sometimes conjuring before my mind's eye an adventure to taste and to grip in ones own two hands, an affair to remember and a new encounter to thrill the heart in barely veiled anticipation. Yes, these are the events that drive fresh adrenaline to stir my interests, and as the senses stir, progressively the concert becomes my intimate and the venture is complete.

Recognizable bits of beauty

Happy to ride my bike
and listen to the sounds of nature:
spring peeper frogs far off in the distance,
yet distinctly recognized,
woodpeckers making commotion,
sweet song birds singing and
various sundry other recognizable bits of beauty,
sights and sound,
with the fresh Spring wind blowing
refreshingly on my face as I ride.

Observe the patterns and reflections in the water.

Floating along the calm surface of the creek, every Spring these water skimmers are mating.

It was about 45 minutes of lots of photos.
After a little while I found the perfect spot for the blue reflection, then I kept my eye out for them to float through that spot, and kept snapping.

Spring Colors Spring Forth, yet

The anointed ruler stumbles on,
trampling subjects 'till he's gone;
the governed rise against the fool,
that dimming luminary unfit to rule.

Written in my perceived fashion after Shakespeare's style, as per my daughter's invitation to aid her in her Shakespeare homework assignment :)

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once chance

Dreams and aspirations roil delinquent time,
but idle consternation is sure to set the crime.
Delve deep, once more, beneath the scarlet sky,
one chance, now lost, has welled the azure eye.

Empty Embrace

I reached, but she was no longer there,
and as my reward 'twas an empty hollow embrace,
these fragile hands no longer feel her supple silky hair.
Would I awake from a dream bereft of her sweet grace?

Alone, like the planets that revolve around the sun,
some with moons, some with none,
yet all alone are they in their darkest void of space,
never slowing, never yielding, till their path is done.

Lost souls wandering, connecting with only means
of simple communication, like light beacons between the stars,
some understood, others pass us by, missing our horizon,
until the heavens unite our worlds, a journey ever far.

Fräbel Glass at Phipps Conservatory

Holst: Venus

Woven Aural Shades of Green

Aural shades of recumbent visions never seen,
mix the message of my mind between white and green;
Will she remember my thoughts never had,
perplexed as I am, uncertain when I'm glad,
surreptitiously inventing notions of thoughts foreseen

Creatures of impetuous flavour

This is the place of the wood anemone,

yet their time is not ready to go,

they are under the snow.

Perhaps a season of Spring,

patient in its deliberate temporal positioning,

our bright, airy delicate flower will bring.

Until then we creatures of impetuous

flavour of sight and sound, and even mind

may frolic

on top of the snow in our winter's playground,

to every season yet may we dream and grow

Art with PS

by Tracin

Conjure forth a theme

Conjure forth a theme

Sweeping of arms and lunging of motion
evoke in a word a sense of commotion,
similar phrases conjuring theme
this sequence of notes just aren't what they seem.

Then did arise adroit hands on the keys
with a melody scored like a spirited breeze,
or cascading like water tinkling on stones,
or songs of the birds amongst all the trees.

Flourished embellishments contrasted in time
keenly epitomize this favorite of mine.
Harmonious development continue to grow
into more than you hear, but not less than we know.

splashed

strikingly splashed globules of paint

alien friends

Entangled in my art

Entangled in my art as I appear
ensnarled, I've bartered with the sun
for contrast briskly clear.
Textured composition
as roots of trees cohere,
my camera in position
I'll meld within their sphere.

But soft!

Manifold color with this blue Frabel glass statue.

--JULIET appears above at a window

"But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

JULIET
Ay me!

ROMEO
She speaks:
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.

JULIET
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet."
-- Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare

Old man of the woods

The old man of the woods reached his frothy arms way high to the sky
They say I am a white oak, but at my age I feel more like gray
He stretched so high above the highest competitor of the canopy
And halfway down, illuminated greenery surrounded his pealing fray

When I grew up, there was a small lane, called Twin Oaks Lane.
Twas a very secluded lane rarely traveled
of course I used to ride my bicycle there whenever I could

Certain parts of the hilly lane were lined with Pennsylvania mountain
laurel, way up on the steeply inclined ridges on the left
On the right was a beautiful little stream stretching off into the
deep dark woods. So many birds and so much fauna and flora
climbed over my head and around my way -- the sights and sounds
brought secluded joy to my young heart.

Twin Oaks Lane led to a park, beyond tree lined meandering section,
just adjacent to a field, a farm, a different habitat.
The park was a wondrous destination, a place to ride to, a place to
stop and hike and see the various sights. One section was covered
with a whole set of pine trees, I'm told were planted in the 1930's.

Eventually, when I was just this youngster yet, but beyond the teen
age years, by a single year, I met another, who's heart was enthralled
by nature. But that is a whole other story.

My glorious white oak tree, I've seen you yet again.
Stand ever so tall for me, don't abandon me.

www.westmorelandconservancy.org
I'm a member of this organization, also on the board.
We are trying to acquire the land where this particular white oak tree stands.
I took a stroll in these lovely woods. And this photo is my keepsake.

Ninja Frosty and I

I'm posing with Ninja Frosty.
He may not look like much, but watch out for those hidden moves.

The miracle of creation

I created Frosty, and it is a miracle!
Frosty's hat is completely covered with snow, yet he looks happy!

This is my daughter's poem for school:

The joys of God are seen in his creation,
Which fill the world with life and elation.
They are shown through the sky and seas,
and through the miracle of the land and trees.
We ponder on why and how they got here,
and wonder if creation just did appear.
God's creation expresses his abundant love,
while he watches us from heaven above.

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upsidedown underneath

upsidedown underneath stood the smiling shutterbug,
for art as perspective was the primary goal,
place the camera on a step of a children's sliding board,
then dash around and stand as steady as a pole,
the trees are upside down,
I'm lying on the ground,
said first glance as proper frame of reference stole

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Tiny Mushrooms on a Tree

Tiny mushrooms on a tree,
Hide your angels under thee,
When the snow does hide your wealth,
Then no longer need to stealth.

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Skeletal Grain

Apparently I purchased Photoshop Elements, not knowing the difference between that and the regular Photoshop. Elements doesn't have a 'Pen' tool, which was in the tutorial I was following. Well, without the Pen tool I wasn't able to accomplish what I set out to do, but rather instead, I played around with layers, and made this funky layer then did some funky 'toy' effect. Oh well.

It kind of reminds me of the segments in a dinosaur display at a museum.
Call it: Skeletal Grain

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Original:

Diffracting waves

Diffracting waves encircle tiny tufts of grasses puffed with shiny glare,
Sun sets beyond my reach where dreams lie idle beyond my grasp,
Resuscitating instances of future glow and color lapse,
it would be mine if I've tempted fate and braved my fears,
but do I dare?

It's out there...

Perchance it's what I've been waiting for.

Solitude

One lonely leisure afternoon the trail laid bare before my way,
remote seclusion summons hypnotic spell I must obey.
Subtle solemn silence set amongst the shiny snow
is sure to rip this emptiness from my soul whence it did lay.