visions as we see them, live them, relief of the mind from the daily tasks, drudges and existence
When the scenes to be observed, absorb, come from the beauty of nature, what you get…….
And the time breaks down within the crevasse of the mind
Creations, depletion, reticent subterfuge, demised
I break forth from the acumen of the myopic thought
Divide through collusion
Reactionary and sublime
Wealth of existence
Of a life worth what we savor
Tremolo….and study in my elemental being Part #7 a new sunrise
a universe of a different mind Passions in Dreams
Tremolo…..a study of my elemental being part 6
As salvation becomes the solace of the intentions
Credence resounds upon the tolerances of submission
Proliferous as is the forethought
Retentiveness is all assumed within a solution
Ground upon the resilience of nature’s superiority
To resolve the future as perceived and presented
Relent to the obscurity of intent
Repent within the introspect of security
Omitted amongst the sanity of regressive minds
Solicited within expressionistic spirituality
Relative to the societal progressively petulant
Present not without relinquished forgiveness
In thought of catechism
Paschal within his dream can only define reality as pretension
As Pavlov created superfluous intentions and submission
Walk the line that refines direction
Direct the intentions that refined the mind
Released as I am, from the succulence of life
Resounded as the imperialistic intention of the machine
Delve within the procrastinations of subliminal success
Entwined within the enhancement of societal secretion
A yearning of submission
Cascaded upon a thought
To encompass a succession
The superlative domination
Of simple victory
Late last fall, the loons moved on to their winter berth…. Leaving behind, a void….. None of those romancing, haunting in calls.
One of our friends returned about two weeks ago, a week later…… a pair, and the calls began, on a dark and foggy evening…..
now then, the buffleheads and mergansers are back….. but it’s the loons that I love most.
Redemption of heart mind and soul from the spirits of the lake….
Each day, look to world, and where it has brought you to. Ageless, timeless, are not what you shall find, here…. however… the Ages and Times these windows have viewed, to then be examined from the inside out. Now, in my I attempt immortalize them, looking into, and beyond the patina of their lives.
The ins, the outs… desert, mountain, seaside, farmlands…… We live, and have lived through some tumultuous times…. and our mark, of architecture is timeless… but also… out of time.
Darkness… Not shadows… Darkness, hidden within these frames of timber, wood…. grained, engrained within the imagination……. The builder’s never knew, I’d be here, taking stock of their history.
view the heavens, see all that abounds in our world…. there is much more to digest.
And in the end….. the door awaits our presence