Tag Archives: Mountains

Photographic Poetry – “A Short Story of the Witness of the Rocks”

For eons long I’ve seen the stewards of the world live cruel, rebellious lives

The irony’s not lost on my as still I stand while all of they with good, divine responsibility have felt the weight of their rebellion claim the life that they were granted by their kind, Creator King

For me and all my brethren tall are groaning quite majestically as we experience effects of sins of little men although we try with all our given strength to sing the praise of He who fashioned us when life was young, before the birth of all humanity

But in the death of He who my Creator sent, the little men, my stewards small, have found the only hope to live for all eternity, when sky and ground are made anew, when wickedness has disappeared and they are free from sin’s effects, in sweet communion with my Good, Creator King

Photographic Poetry – A Short Story of a Snow

Blowing Mountain Snow

 

The crisp and cold air whips my crystalline frame all around and atop all the proud mountain peaks standing high, sitting tall


I soar like a bird or a cloud on the wings of the wind as I dance and I sing making art in the sky


My heart sings with glee as I look down below at the beauty of snow and of tall craggy hills ever cool, ever stone


“I live such a life” do I think as I fly all around in the swarm of my crystalline brethren in skies swirling ‘round and around all the tall rocky giants, aloof, ever quiet in calm, cold repose

Fotography Friday

I took this while we were on our honeymoon, on the San Juan Skyway between Silverton and Ouray, Colorado.

Wind-Blown Snow

Wind-Blown Snow

Fotography Friday, where Mis-spellings, slight mis-givings, and Fotographic Shenanigans Abound.