Middle TN Photographer -Specializing in Portait, Maternity, Newborn, Children, Bridal, Family
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
His Longing
Content to absorb the stillness of complacency.
Unrepined to bend my back
to the breaking point
To heave n' ho
Next to my blue-collar cohorts
Our arms casting up & down, to & fro
In unison as we throw
the hammer and turn the wrench
To the sound of Led Zepplins and CCRs,
The working man's song.
Each gear adjusted to perfection
The smell of salty sweat pouring from
our silky leather skin.
We smile as our fat satisfied bellies
Drape across the hoods.
I looked out the bay door
At ease, to see a finished lot.
to lay my weary eyes
On the sight of the ocean tide,
Me, sitting on the sand, toes not daring to be
touched by the wayward waves
Joined only by the sunset
And the note of The Waters shaking hands with The Sands.
Suddenly-
LIGHTNING! strikes the rippling tide
A fire burns inside me.
Lunging to my feet,
the water rapidly covering my toes, ascending up my thighs.
I am compelled to surf the waves,
Stand next to the captain, as I
turn the wheel and guide the ship,
Life is a Highway and Journey alternating on the am/fm radio
Anticipatorily resigning to parasail the skies,
In the freefall of the wind as
I look down on my new found friends;
The glowing jellyfish as it smiles back at me
From a mouth I cannot see,
The silver dolphins who rush from the depths of the sea
To eagerly wave hello,
My eyes look out to see
The seagull silhouetted by the sun,
Floating next to me as I sail the clouds
And scan the endless seas.
Ordinary gone . . .
Time to move on . . .
Written: Sept. 9th , 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Ok, to all my fans out there. The few and far between. haha. I promise I will write something soon. I have been busy with photography and life in general so do not despair...... Oh, also been reading thru my John Grisham books. While, he is an excellent writer, I am tired of the theme of most of his books. I will read "The Painted House" next just b/c it is diff from his usual. I am on the last pages of The Testament which is my fav in the last 4 I've read in the last 4 weeks. These John Grishams were given to me as gifts ands I have been meaning to read them for years. I became a fan in college when we had to read A Time to Kill which was awesome, but many years have passed and I am looking for a different kind of story to engross myself in. BUT right now I must finish the John Grisham novels so I can say I finished something. And I must educate myself thoroughly on photoshop. That will be my next 'book'. UGH!!! IT will be a trial to drag thru the pages but once I am thru I will be beyond adequate at knowing how to use photoshop. Thank God for tutorials! Can I get an AMEN?! ok, LOve to my friends and family.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
My Photos
Ok, it was time for me to post some of my recent photo work. . .
Some are titled and some are not. Guess that's obvious, huh? Well can't wait to get some feedback ...as usual. Thanks to all.
Some are titled and some are not. Guess that's obvious, huh? Well can't wait to get some feedback ...as usual. Thanks to all.
Curiosity
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
#8 - Joy of Misery
Written on the blank white
In ink of feather-lite
You saunter slowly
in the flowing teal dress
with trailing scarf of silk jade
Reflecting in your eyes
The joy of misery
So mysterious & uninvolved
Secluded as you dance
barely on your toes in the sand,
on the boardwalk
Spreading wide those velvet arms
across the auburn skies
Reaching carelessly into the wind
To find a silent, bursting
Peace within
A smile broadens across your
uncaressed face
You hold the invisible hand
as the music plays
Swinging your hips behind
the skirted veil
Your eyes glossy from
the dreamy state of
illusionment of thought
You float in the air
from left foot to right
Out of the corner
of your mind's eye
You remember. . .
What, for an infinite minute, wasn't there.
Lightly, lays your heavy heel
to the grained golden ground
as you come back down
Dreams no longer forefront
in the cloud of swirling hips & skies
But back to earth
to live your life
The bare legs of a skirted dancer girl
become basic blue-jean covered
As you take your practical place
now on the hard, planted concrete.
No more time left to dance the
carefree weightless dance.
Back to earth
from one blank white page
to the next pixeled black
Where letters of neon green
are keyed in one by one,
You are back to
the ole' hum drum.
Written: July 21st, 2008
# 7

AM SUNSHINE
The sunshine of the afternoon
is not the same as
the sun of the morn'
A golden hue lays gently
across the mountain top
Glowing green and bright
as if to say,
"GOOD DAY!"
Just after the early morning
mist dissipates
As the soft dew
ever so carefully
caresses the grass & flowers
Glistening....
The whole world
Shines bright
as if our sleepless God
raised His head from
His pillow,
Spread His arms out wide ,wider, widest,
and yawned with a big grin,
opened His twinkling eyes,
and exhaled.
A new Love for a new day.
Each shining breath better than those
that have come before
Brighter, bolder, closer....
There is a stillness
among the silent noise of
the glowing trees,the
scattered dew, and
the beaming buds...
A time of quiet inspiration
that desperately wants to be
seen....
to be found.
Aww......
To arrive in the
golden glow of a new day.
Written: July 24th, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Poem #6

Different Colors of Me
Colors of Life
How do you compare...
Moments of Purple Orchid Bliss
to those of Lemon-Sour Yellow Remiss?
Blue is sky-up
Blue is sorrow-down
So out of the green greed
in lukewarm confusion and hazy
orange doubt
I sometimes frown.
If I were a color
what would I be?
Sandstone or burnt sienna
to wear over me
Maskin' me into the background
Surrounded by Periwinkles of Bright Red.
Or should I bold be
in Platinum Copper Gold
you silver-lined for me?
Different my reflections
in the aqua pool, I see...
Eyes of Forrest, Sepia-Fleckled Green
Cheeks of rose pink
A nose of point peach
Mulberry-lined lips of moist magenta...
.....................
Hair... of indian red....
hi-lighted with mahogany.
In the glimmering waves of my reflection....
These are the many colors I see.
So how can I pick which
color is me?
Blackhearted to FLESH RED
Lightly on the raw sienna
steps I tred...
To, slowly, my chosen color find.
Thru my tie-dyed rainbow world,
I will navigate.
And find my plum peace
For it is purple I will pick!
Too many shades of gray
should cause my heart
to coal-black stay.
So, I must my purple place take,
In this ROY G. BIV world.
Written 6/29/2008
Poem #5

So, I don't in bars belong
Not allowed to tag along
Forgotten, Overlooked
I may be
But safe I will stay
From the clutches of addiction
From trepidation
to calmation
I will remain
Always the same
Seems I am isolated
Somewhat abated
Never included
will remain silent, secluded
You fear the Word
the illusion of strict reign,
a prison of catechism.
The wisdom
would only God be
narrow-minded you are
to assume He,
no playful peace
can impact.
Well, I will remain the same.
Always here, my friendship
is to claim
But you take your bars,
your shallow hearts
and find comfort there
Don't let me be a burden
from which you despair
You assue
I would only bring gloom.
No fuss, all fun.
Right!!?
No silly downer
No God's Word reader... God greeter
Surely, she won't sip
the brew
or won't swing her hips.
Can't be tranquil
to be with me.
How WRONG you see!
Take the easy way
Relax
Find another match.
Always the same
I will remain.
Written 6/28/2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
Poem #4 - Noisemaker

Ok, for those who need it clarified,
there is not a man in my head
and I do not hear voices. lol
So hope that answers all of your
unasked questions regarding my mental state.
NOISEMAKER
In my head
There is a "man"
who turmoitly speaks
Of what is
What will or could be
And that
Which has been
Too many
Flights of thought
Of what 'ought
What's next
Whos whens
Oh well
Constant circulation
of a thinkin' perpetuation
Never seem to
Live up
To the seminary vision
Measurin' up
Measurin' down
Rhythmic with emotion
with feel
Never seem to get off
Of this constant merry-go-reel
One day I will release
I will transcend
And come to the end
Of what I could have been and
Will surpass
To pastures of greener grass
I will be as I should have been
In the begin'
Streets of gold
Where peace is untold
Glitters of angelic sound
Pearls of white
Eyes of Fire
will relinquish
the Grace-power
My soul fully fed
My song written complete
The story
Ends in God's Glory.
Calm the noise
Washed out in turquoise
I will retreat.
Fly to God
Where my life's finally breathlessly complete.
In my head
There is a "man"
who turmoitly speaks
Of what is
What will or could be
And that
Which has been
Too many
Flights of thought
Of what 'ought
What's next
Whos whens
Oh well
Constant circulation
of a thinkin' perpetuation
Never seem to
Live up
To the seminary vision
Measurin' up
Measurin' down
Rhythmic with emotion
with feel
Never seem to get off
Of this constant merry-go-reel
One day I will release
I will transcend
And come to the end
Of what I could have been and
Will surpass
To pastures of greener grass
I will be as I should have been
In the begin'
Streets of gold
Where peace is untold
Glitters of angelic sound
Pearls of white
Eyes of Fire
will relinquish
the Grace-power
My soul fully fed
My song written complete
The story
Ends in God's Glory.
Calm the noise
Washed out in turquoise
I will retreat.
Fly to God
Where my life's finally breathlessly complete.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Ok, folks, another poem (#3), sorry it's late...
See All Tell All
Tall order indeed
You and your hypocrite creed
You speak silence
But resonate hate sound
Please! Don’t! expound
On what you think is profound
You will only stump & confound
How trifle the brain
Of a big talker sounds
Well, excuse me! I say
To disagree from your way
Way of the simple
So you say you portray
How easy can it be
To hide & memorize all those
“lil’ white lies”
Won’t lead me astray
With your wisdom of hate
Of rumors complicate
You walk your walk
Talk your talk
A tall order I see
To be you, hmm….not for me
Must be worrisome and
Oh so sad
To keep those bruised up brains
Organized in your so called
mold of Exoskelo Plain Jane jello
False witness you claim
Only leads to late nights, conjured plans and heavy pain
Tight lips wide open
Is the red lipstick to blame?
Watch where you plant them
Plant that blame..
You’re so lame.
Tall order indeed
You and your hypocrite creed
You speak silence
But resonate hate sound
Please! Don’t! expound
On what you think is profound
You will only stump & confound
How trifle the brain
Of a big talker sounds
Well, excuse me! I say
To disagree from your way
Way of the simple
So you say you portray
How easy can it be
To hide & memorize all those
“lil’ white lies”
Won’t lead me astray
With your wisdom of hate
Of rumors complicate
You walk your walk
Talk your talk
A tall order I see
To be you, hmm….not for me
Must be worrisome and
Oh so sad
To keep those bruised up brains
Organized in your so called
mold of Exoskelo Plain Jane jello
False witness you claim
Only leads to late nights, conjured plans and heavy pain
Tight lips wide open
Is the red lipstick to blame?
Watch where you plant them
Plant that blame..
You’re so lame.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
PHOTOGRAPHY
Ok, all the photos posted were taken by me either recently or over the past 3 years since my beloved husband gave me the gift of "sight" thru my Nikon D50 3 Christmases ago. He is GREAT! He knew I always wanted to take up photography as a hobby and saved to buy me that wonderful gift which has allowed me to explore and "see" the world thru different view. I love to do it! and am getting better and better...
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Poem #2
STUCK IN STATE
I'm stuck in a state
Of "No! I don't want to wait!"
Pausing to see
Of what next will be
Tired of the pain, the drone..
Where's the gain!?
He says thru the trials,by the troubles..
We as souls
will become more GOD-empowered
Stronger in character
in grace of a Higher Nature
But tired of the roughstraight-n-narrow
want a softer pillow
for my soles to pass on..
Now, I'm stuck..
Stuck in a rut.
Don't want anymore!!!!!!!!
Smooth sailing
Calm in the same
still cool motionI
like being stuck
in the Quiet
lack of turmotion.
First Poem - Be Kind!, Folks!

DO YOU THINK HE TRAVELS BY BUTTERFLY?
Never seen Seldom heard
Wonder were He goes
When vacant my heart stirs
Lonely , Empty, broken
When will I hear
The still small whisper
Of His Golden silversmooth voice
I pray I ask
What next but
Empty are the skies
No butterfly flies
Wonder were He goes
When vacant my heart stirs
Lonely , Empty, broken
When will I hear
The still small whisper
Of His Golden silversmooth voice
I pray I ask
What next but
Empty are the skies
No butterfly flies
I look for the answer
In the Big Blue
In the Big Blue
Looking for a Hope
A path COME soon!
A path COME soon!
I say Why don’t you answer?!
Why no fix!?
What do I do!?
Thanks for the graces
The faces
Chirping and sweet
The faces
Chirping and sweet
I appreciate the heart
my beat
my beat
I look down
Then I look around
In the mist
Then I look around
In the mist
You approach
White as a Lily
Blue as A Morpho
White as a Lily
Blue as A Morpho
Smooth sailing
Flutterin’ & Flappin
You seem to say
In a slow still motion
Quiet the turmotion
Flutterin’ & Flappin
You seem to say
In a slow still motion
Quiet the turmotion
When I wonder if
You are there
You are there
I pray please be with me
You sneak upon me
Only to peace me
You sneak upon me
Only to peace me
Radiating the Light
As you fly in the
Bright
Bright
Correction
Umm... I wanted to correct that last sentence and say instead : " It will be interesting to see what errs ensue."
So here I am...
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